Page 32 of Psycho Saints

SCARLET

The drive home was silent, save for the soft hum of the car's engine and my own thoughts, which were anything but quiet. My mind raced, a whirlwind of confusion, excitement, and fear. Cristian's proposal... it was unexpected, to say the least. I had been coming to terms with this new life, the dark, gritty world of the Silvestris, but marriage? It was a commitment that felt like a leap into an abyss.

I hadn't said a word, my voice trapped somewhere between my heart and my throat. The weight of the decision was suffocating, yet there was an undeniable pull, a part of me that thrilled at the idea of being bound to these dangerous, complex men.

The silence didn't feel awkward; it was the calm after a storm, the quiet murmur of the world as it held its breath, waiting for my answer. I watched the city lights blur past, a streak of neon life against the black canvas of the night. It was beautiful in its chaos, much like the path I found myself on.

We arrived home, and the sight that greeted me was both bizarre and fitting. The dining table was laden with an array of desserts, a decadent feast that seemed to echo Cristian's chaotic nature.

"I know we just had desserts, but I don't think they were nearly enough, besides," Cristian caught my hand in his, a smile playing on his lips, "I think I'd like to enjoy you after tonight."

Before I could respond, he scooped me up into his arms, his lips crashing against mine in a fierce, possessive kiss. It was a surprise attack, one that left me breathless and clutching at his broad shoulders. He carried me over to the table, and as my feet touched the ground, my ass pressed against the edge, he withdrew the blade from his belt. I froze at the sight of the knife, my gaze locked on the glinting blade as he trailed it up my arm.

"I won't hurt you, kitten," he said, and I swallowed, unsure if I believed his words after everything.

Julian and Tyrone were behind him, and I looked to Tyrone first, his calm gaze easing me before I caught Julian's dark eyes, watching me in a way that made me quiver.

Cristian danced the blade across my skin before he paused at the shoulder of my dress.

"This is the life you'll be claiming, Scarlet. Our name comes with a darkness, one I know you secretly want," he breathed against my ear.

I gasped as he hooked the blade under the shoulder of my dress, slicing at the fabric.

"Cristian, you can't-"

Tyrone's voice cut through my objections. "Don't worry, Scarlet," he said, his tone smooth and reassuring. "I'll replace it with one exactly the same."

It was a promise, one I knew that he would undoubtedly keep, and I swallowed down my argument. The fabric of my dress gave way as Cristian sliced it off me, littering my neck and jaw with kisses until the material fell to the floor in a destroyed heap. I stood there, vulnerable and exposed before the three of them. This was it, the life I'd chosen the moment I'd taken the knife from Cristian's hand and heard Ian's last desperate gasp of breath.

I'd chosen the darkness, the wickedness, and the cruelty.

"Stunning," Cristian breathed as he took a step back to appreciate my nearly naked form, his brothers both gazing at me with fiery eyes.

Cristian's lips crashed into mine once more, and I could taste the desperation on him, the hunger, and the sheer audacity that was simply him. His tongue caressed mine, sending a tingle through me as his hands slid up my arms. I needed more despite my internal reservations, craved everything that he wanted to give me, and I knew that I was willing to try to receive it. To fix what had been broken.

Julian stepped closer, trailing his fingers over my side. While Cristian continued to claim me with his lips, Julian's nimble fingers worked at the back of my bra, releasing the clasp with a flick of his wrist. I pulled away from Cristian, allowing Julian to slip the flimsy fabric from my body. His eyes sparkled, a delighted gaze sweeping over my exposed form.

Tyrone simply watched us, his eyes hungry and needy, but he held back, allowing his brothers to enjoy me first.

"Give me the knife," Julian requested, since Cristian was still holding it, although it was a forgotten instrument as he kissed me.

Cristian allowed Julian to take it, who deftly sliced the sides of my panties and let them fall to the floor, leaving me completely bare before them.

Cristian broke the kiss, taking a step back as Julian produced the wretched little vibe and teased it over my clit.

"You certainly love this, don't you?" he breathed as he nipped my shoulder before flicking his tongue over the tender mark. I shuddered as the tingles of pleasure shot through me with each gentle brush of the vibe, and I lolled my head, my eyes locking with Tyrone's.

He was watching me with a strange look, something similar to pride, but then he was stepping forward, his hand gently cupping my cheek. He leaned in to brush his lips against mine, a slow and tender kiss that left me wanting more while Julian toyed with me, my core throbbing.

As our lips parted, Cristian claimed my mouth once more, his kiss fierce and demanding. Julian's free hand roamed over my body, leaving a trail of fire behind as he continued his relentless teasing.

"I think we should take this up a notch, don't you?" Cristian said against my lips. I trembled before him, that cocky grin making my stomach flip.

He hooked his arms under my thighs, lifting me from the floor with ease while Julian relented and stepped back, making me whimper. Cristian placed me down on the table, the coolness making my skin prickle.

What was he-

All thoughts fell away as he hoisted my legs over his broad shoulders, dipping his head between my thighs. His mouth found my clit, and I arched as a moan escaped my lips.