Page 47 of Psycho Saviors

He slung an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close as if to shelter me from the prying eyes of the world, and kissed my temple, catching me off-guard.

"We'll have ice-cream or something delivered. Let's get you home and showered."

I knew I should have been outraged, disgusted, or at the very least embarrassed by what had just transpired. But I wasn't, for some bizarre reason. I couldn't quite pinpoint what the hell I was feeling, but it wasn't any of those things.

I knew they'd keep this episode under wraps, word would never get out. They held the power to do that, and it made me feel… powerful as well.

I focused on Julian's face as he guided me to the awaiting vehicle, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the havoc raging inside me.

"You guys are crazy," I finally manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "You've all done a 180 in a weird way."

"You’ve gotten under our skin, pyro. Now, let's get you home. Run you a bath or something."

Fuck, they were messing with my head, and it was dizzying.

I let him help me into the back seat, huddling into his jacket even more, unable to make sense of my thoughts as the car lurched into motion.

What the hell was going on now?

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JULIAN

Little Scarlet, our fiery little tornado that had ripped through our lives. I couldn't help but feel a pull towards her despite my attempts to shut it down. It was more than just the physical, though that was certainly part of it. There was something about her spirit, the way she fights back.

She didn't say a word for the drive home or the elevator ride to our apartment, and I didn't press her. After what had just transpired, I knew her mind would be a mess.

"Let's get you into a bath." I led her upstairs, taking her to my own room, and she hesitated for a moment before following me in. As if awaiting our arrival, Kenny meowed from the bed, and I noticed Scarlet visibly relax. A smile teased at the edge of my lips at her softness for my furry child. It certainly added to my odd feelings towards her, how she doted on him and adored him.

I headed for the bathroom and turned on the tap in the bathtub, letting the water run hot.

"You can wear some of my clothes after you bathe," I stated, sensing her presence behind me. "And I'll get you your pads." I pushed off the edge of the bathtub and turned to her, taking in her confused expression, her jaw set.

She nodded, her eyes meeting mine for a brief moment before she looked away. "Thank you, Julian."

Her gratitude surprised me, and I grunted and moved past her. I left the room so she could have her privacy, but all the while, I couldn't shake the image of her on that dining table, writhing as we brought her pleasure. I had wanted to claim her, to take what I wanted, but I'd held back, wanting to see her fall apart under my touch, to hear her cries of pleasure. And when she did climax, fuck, it had been perfect.

I leaned against the wall, my mind wandering as I considered what it would be like to join her in that bath, to run my hands over her slick skin, to hear her gasp my name as I brought her to the edge once more.

But I shook those thoughts away. I needed to keep my head clear. She was not something permanent, even if Cristian wanted to keep her. I'd been happy using her up until the entire Russo shit show. Something had changed when she'd opened up to me, something I'd been denying until that point. It was no longer something I could fight, a softness for her making itself known despite my best efforts.

I moved to join Kenny on the bed, plopping down beside him and scratching his chin as he purred happily, staring vacantly at the closed bathroom door.

What was it about this woman that had ensnared not just me, but my brothers as well? We were a dangerous trio, and yet, she faced us with a defiance that was as admirable as it was foolish.

Cristian had shifted drastically in his treatment of her, and it bothered me. I wanted to know what was going on in that fucked up head of his, what his plans were for her. I hadn't seen him act like this since Tessa, and it was… unnerving. Was he really falling that hard for her? She was as unpredictable as he was, and posed a risk.

Then again, so had Tessa, and we'd allowed her to be.

I ground my teeth and closed my eyes, my cock throbbing as the images of her on that table kept flicking through my mind. She'd cleaned up when she'd gotten home from her outing with Tyrone, and I'd asked if he'd enjoyed her company, which his grunted response had told me he'd had his way with her. Especially since she'd said he'd also claimed her as his.

What the hell had gotten into my brothers? Cristian I could understand, but Tyrone? He was the logical one. I could only hope he'd told her she was his simply as a possessive thing, that she was his plaything, because she owed him—owed us.

My eyes moved to the bedside table that housed my odd little trinkets and keepsakes.

I'd done things for her before I'd even known her, enjoying my darker side as I'd had my fun with her fiancé. Making him beg and plead as I'd severed his hand, pocketing the ring that was supposed to be a promise to Scarlet, a promise he'd broken.

We were not saints either, but then again, I'd never actually had a chosen woman. I'd had my fun, laid with many women, some paid, some not, all wanting to get their moment with a dangerous man.