Page 53 of Psycho Saints

"Look at you, ready and wanting," he moaned against my ear. "I will never tire of having you like this. Of fucking you senseless."

I moaned as he began a slow and steady rhythm, his hand diving between us to tease my clit as I lay back on his desk, the wood warming under my flushed skin.

"But for now, my love, I'll be gentle. Tonight is one to cherish," he said as he thrust into me, rocking me on the table as one hand held my hips in place. I wrapped my legs around him, hissing as he continued with the teasing pressure and swirls over my clit.

"Say my name, Scarlet," he commanded, his voice rough. "Tell me you're mine, that you want me to fuck you."

Holy hell, that shouldn't have me as hot and bothered as it did, but we all were sinners.

"Tyrone, I'm yours, now fuck me, I want you to fuck me," I said, obeying him, and he grunted as he drove deeper inside of me, quickening his pace.

I clawed at his chest and arms, arching as my orgasm reached tipping point.

"That's it, fuck, that's my good girl."

I crumbled, crying out as my body convulsed around his dick, the bliss erupting through me in wonderful waves.

"Fuck." Tyrone followed me over the edge, holding me close as he shuddered against me.

We drew in ragged breaths as our bodies pressed together on the desk, coming down from our highs.

"I wonder just who is growing in there. A little Cristian, Julian, or me?" he mused as he rested his large, warm hand on my stomach.

"I don't know," I replied, my voice soft as I thought of the possibilities.

"It doesn't matter, love. We're all in this together. The baby will be all of ours," he said, brushing a strand of hair from my face before he rose up.

He slid out of me, using a box of tissues on his desk to clean himself, before tidying me up as well, causing me to smile.

"Our lives aren't exactly conventional, are they?" I asked as I slid off the desk and began to dress.

Tyrone chuckled, pulling me back against him when I'd barely pulled my underwear on. "No, they're not. But would you have it any other way?"

"No," I said, the answer coming easily. "I wouldn't."

I chuckled softly, shaking my head as I finished dressing. "It's odd to think I started out as your captive."

Tyrone smirked, his dark eyes glinting as he stepped close, now fully dressed again. He pressed a kiss to my temple, his lips lingering against my skin. "Don't get me wrong, Scarlet. You are mine, and I'll kill anyone who tries to take you from me. We all will."

A shiver coursed through me at his words. I knew he meant every word, and part of me reveled in that possessiveness. It was fucked up, but then again, so was our entire situation.

"I know," I whispered, leaning into his touch.

It was not something one should take comfort in, but I couldn't help it. My sick, twisted little heart loved this possessive side of them, this willingness to turn the world upside down for me.

It was something I adored.

Tyrone's arms tightened around me, his warmth enveloping me. We stood like that for a moment, savoring the closeness. It was strange how safe I felt in the arms of a man who had once been my captor, who I knew was capable of such violence. But here, in this moment, I felt protected and safe.

"We should get back to the others," I said finally, reluctantly pulling away. "They'll be wondering where we are."

Tyrone nodded, his hand finding the small of my back as he guided me towards the door. "Let's not keep them waiting. After all, we have a celebration to finish."

As we made our way back outside, I couldn't help but marvel at how much my life had changed. From captive to family, from fear to love - or something close to it. It wasn't perfect, far from it, but it was ours. And as I looked at Tyrone, then at Cristian and Julian waiting by the fire, I knew I wouldn't trade it for anything.

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