Page 50 of Psycho Saviors

Her shoulders lowered as she realized I was truly at her mercy now, bound before her, naked.

And the darkness that flickered through her eyes, the unfiltered desire, it made a ripple course through me as my dick throbbed.

This was a test, a chance for her to reclaim some of the power that had been stripped from her. I was offering her a taste of control, and she had snatched it up. She was no meek woman. She was alive, powerful and confident, and she slid off the bed, shedding her clothes as I watched, taking in every movement, the excitement building as she turned and smirked at me.

"We all want things we shouldn't," she breathed as she slid onto the bed, the mattress shifting under weight as she straddled me once more.

There was no hesitation as she positioned herself, her hands splayed across my chest for balance. I held her gaze, those blue eyes burning into mine as she slowed herself onto my length. I clenched my jaw as her tightness took me in, and her mouth parted, a quiver coursing through her. She began to move, grinding against me at her own pace, finding what worked best for her. I could feel the intensity of her need right now, like the allowance of control was fueling her desire even more.

"Fuck, Julian," she moaned. Her words were a sweet victory, and my cock swelled even more. She reached for the bullet vibe, clicking it on and adjusting the intensity before grazing it over her clit. The shudder that coursed through her and the soft moan made me suck in a breath, involuntarily thrusting up into her.

"Use me, pyro, fuck me."

I was right about her; she was not just a survivor. She was a force—a woman who could withstand the flames and rise from the ashes stronger than before. She was unrelenting, burning brighter than anything, a wildfire atop me with fire and ice in her eyes.

She rode me with an almost savage abandon, her hips grinding against mine as she chased her release, the vibe amplifying her pleasure. I thrust up into her, unable to draw my gaze from her face, which was pulled into an expression of bliss as she drew closer to her finish. Her body bounced atop me, meeting each of my thrusts, her own pace quickening as she sucked in ragged breaths.

"Fuck." Her hand on my chest curled, her nails biting into my flesh.

Her climax hit her like a freight train, her body shuddering as she cried out my name. The sound of it on her lips was intoxicating, a potent mix of surrender and triumph. My own release followed swiftly, a white-hot explosion that left me breathless and spent.

She collapsed onto my chest, her breathing ragged, and I couldn't help but smirk. She’d called out my name, and I wondered if she’d done that for either of my brothers. Would it make them a little jealous despite their promise to not feel such a thing with her? But as my senses slowly returned to me, I noticed the door was slightly ajar.

And there, in the shadow of the doorway, stood Cristian. His eyes were alight with amusement, a delighted smile playing on his lips as he took in the sight of us. Was he actually pleased by the scene before him?

Of course my brother would be happy about this turn of events. He wanted us all craving her, sharing her.

Perhaps he had seen this side of Scarlet all along—a woman who could match the intensity of us, who could hold her own in our world of chaos and control.

Perhaps he wasn't as crazy as I had thought. Maybe, just maybe, he had known all along that Scarlet was the perfect fit for us.

24

SCARLET

The faint morning light filtered through the curtains, my body still aching and cramping. I wasn't in my usual bed. I rolled over, finding only Kenny curled up with me, Julian nowhere to be seen. I groaned as I curled in on myself for a moment, my mind replaying the vivid scenes from yesterday.

I had fucked Julian. I had handcuffed him to his bed, straddled him, and taken what I'd wanted right then and there.

What the hell was wrong with me? The lines were blurring, I was losing pieces of myself, pieces that I might never recover.

I'd seized the opportunity to feel powerful, to have some control in this entire crazy scenario. What had I been thinking? Why had I done it?

I wouldn't pretend like I hadn't enjoyed it, but how twisted did that make me?

The brothers, with their good looks and their dangerous lives, had woven a web around me, and I was caught, trapped in the sticky threads of their world. I had fucked Julian, yes, but it was more than that. It was a dance with the devil, a surrender to the darkness that seemed to follow these men like a shadow.

I tried to count the days mentally, of how much time remained that I had agreed to serve. How many days did I have left?

Fuck, was I still even allowed to leave? The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I pulled my knees to my chest. Everything had changed now. The dynamic between Julian, Cristian, Tyrone, and me had shifted in ways I couldn't fully comprehend. I was no longer just a captive woman who owed them; I was a part of their world, whether I liked it or not.

I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. For now, all I could do was wait and see, be careful with these brothers. I would play their game, but I would do it on my terms. I would survive, because that's what I did best. I was a fighter, a survivor, and I would claw my way out of this mess, one way or another.

But did I still want to?

"Crap," I mumbled, and Kenny stirred, shuffling closer to get some pets, which I obliged as my mind swam.

Once my cramps had settled, I made my way downstairs, the aroma of fresh coffee drawing me to the kitchen.