Page 49 of Psycho Saviors

"You're special, pyro. So much more than we could have imagined. And soon, we'll find out just who you are," I said, my voice low and serious.

Her brow furrowed deeper. "Who I am?"

A smile tugged at my lips as I reached for my bedside drawer. I pulled out the ring - her ex-fiancé's engagement ring - and held it up between us.

"How do you feel knowing I took his hand for you? Scarred him for life? Made sure he would never touch another woman again with the hand he was supposed to promise to you?" I asked, studying her reaction closely. She'd been through more than most in her lifetime, experienced a darkness few would ever find themselves in. She'd been hurt, and now, I wanted to know if she'd let it seep into her veins, let the darkness in. When she'd bitten off that dick, I'd seen a part of her that had latched onto me deep inside. A part that beckoned me, mirroring the darkness we all harbored.

Scarlet's eyes widened as she stared at the ring. Her expression was a mix of shock, disgust, and something else I couldn't quite place. She hesitated, as if she was going to reach out to touch it, but then thought better of it.

"I think he deserved it," she said quietly, her gaze still fixed on the ring.

I couldn't help but smirk at her response. "Really? Because you seemed to care how much he lived before that," I reminded her, recalling her earlier concerns about Tommy's fate.

"He cheated on me, which sucks, but it's not the first time someone's done that to me," she said as she tilted her head up. "At the end of the day, it's a human instinct, to want what we can't have, or want things we shouldn't. Some of us just can't fight it as much." Her gaze shifted to the window, taking in the city lights twinkling in the night.

She was right on the money there. We all wanted things we couldn't have, or shouldn't want. And, many of us couldn't fight the temptation. "Do you want something you shouldn't?" I asked as I reached up to cup her face with my empty hand, dropping the ring onto my bedside table with the other.

Her cheeks flushed at my touch, her lips parting slightly. Fuck, those lips like that, the sight stirred something within me, and my dick hardened instantly.

"You guys have been messing with my mind," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "Things are getting... warped."

I couldn't help but smile at that. Breaking someone was a twisted thing, but she was all fire and wit, and if we could break her, bend her, it would be one hell of a feat. I leaned in slowly, my lips hovering before hers. She sucked in a breath but didn't pull away, and I took the chance. I kissed her softly, testing to see if she really was finally breaking.

Her lips softened against mine, parting more so I could taste her, our tongues dancing as a need burned to life within me.

I'd caught her. She was my little pyro now, twisted and bending for me, her emotions a mess after everything. My little Scarlet couldn't deny her desire for me now.

Then again, she wasn't the only one struggling.

23

JULIAN

"Do you remember me saying you’d come begging for this dick?" I teased.

She rolled her eyes, her cheeks flushed from the heated kiss. "Of course you have to ruin the moment," she scoffed, but the spark still burned bright in her eyes. She wanted more, I knew it, and it made my dick throb. I didn't care if she was bleeding. Blood was an everyday occurrence for us.

"I’m just saying, Scarlet, we’ve made you do things for us, taken you. Don’t you want to take something for a change?" The game was too enticing not to play, and those eyes burned brighter at my words as she studied me.

"What? Are you going to let me tie you up?" She smirked, and my gaze fell to her lips once more. How I wanted them wrapped around my cock, my hand fisted in her hair as I made her drink me up. But right now, I wanted to see something.

I shrugged, drawing my gaze back to hers. "If that’s what’ll get you off. I’d let you ride me, use the bullet vibe, and use me the way I’ve used you."

She stared hard at me, unsure if I was toying with her or being serious.

"C’mon, pyro, show me who you are," I coaxed, my mouth curling at the thought of her riding me. "Take what you want, beautiful. No one will stop you."

I reached into the bedside drawers, the cool metal of the cuffs brushing against my fingertips. I held them up, the silver glinting in the dim light. "Your turn," I said, my voice steady despite the anticipation that thrummed through me. We'd used them on her, and offering her the chance to return the favor was me showing her a level of trust not many would gain from me. Not only that, it was a test. Would she seize the chance to try to harm me? The memory of her beating me over the head with the hair dryer was still there, but I had a feeling too much had shifted since then.

Scarlet's eyes locked onto the cuffs, a flicker of hesitation crossing her features. She took them from me, watching me carefully, as if awaiting for me to laugh and snatch them from her.

"Want me naked, pyro?" I said, and she swallowed, bobbing her head ever so slightly.

I fished out the bullet vibe from my pocket, sitting it on the bedside table for her if she desired.

I was quick to strip down and sprawl on the bed once more, moving up the bed and holding my arms over my head. All the while, she watched me, something burning in those piercing blue eyes, something that made my heartbeat quicken.

"Come, pyro, show me," I breathed, my cock twinging as she slowly moved to straddle me. I didn't move as she hooked the cuffs through my metal bed frame, clicking both of them shut on each wrist. The cool metal bit into my skin, but it was burned away by the heat in my veins as she sat back, cocking her head at me.