“I never wanted it to come to this,” Darius admits. “I wanted us to be the Shaw brothers.” The regret in his tone is what stills me for a long moment as I regard my brother. It’s been so long since we actually spent time together, since we spoke like adults.
Scarlett brought us together.
She mended my family.
While hers wrenched us apart.
The bedroom is lovely. Even though my brother’s compound is nothing more than a house with bikers who lie around, fucking the whores who walk in here expecting a good time. He’s built something from nothing.
Just like I did.
Scarlett’s lying beside me, but she hasn’t spoken since we came upstairs. When Darius escorted us to one of the many guest rooms, she glanced at a door at the end of the hall which I’m convinced is the bedroom he kept her in. His bedroom.
“Are you attracted to him?” I ask and I feel her still. My body cocoons hers, so there’s no movement I won’t notice. “I won’t be mad at you.”
“Did you really share women with him before?” she asks, lifting her head to look at me. Her fingertips still trail my chest, my stomach, and when she reaches the dips on my hips, she teases them, making sure my cock jolts with need.
“I did.” I affirm, knowing she deserves the truth. “It was a long time ago. But he would enjoy being with you.”
“You want to share me?” The shock is clear in her voice, her eyes wide as she regards me. But I don’t answer. Instead, I watch her for a long moment. “Do you?”
“I’m not sure,” I tell her honestly. “There’s no doubt he would and could make you feel good and perhaps having both of us will dull that fire for a time. I would love to see you taken and used, like you want,” I whisper, allowing my hand to caress her shoulder, down her spine, causing a shiver to wrack through her. “He enjoys humiliation, he likes to see women bow for him, break under his touch.”
I’m taunting her. She enjoys the darkness as much as I do. And perhaps, this would show her part of the world she’s so new to. Maybe she’ll see what’s out there. The risk of her wanting him over me is there. It’s always been that way when Darius and I have had the same woman.
A ring and a vow don’t matter when it comes to the bitter truth of knowing that someone doesn’t truly love you. Call it a test. I’m a bastard for even suggesting this. But I need to know where her head is at.
“Tell me, little red,” I coo, tugging her up so she’s straddling my now hard cock. Her heat against me, warming every inch of me. “Would you like to feel so full that you can’t think straight?” I arch a dark brow at her, noting how her irises dilate at my words. “Can you imagine your body being so utterly used by two men, four hands, two thick cocks, that you can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t even speak?” Her hips roll against me, undulating as she finds the friction she needs against my throbbing cock. “If you’re going to do that, you better make sure my cock is deep in that little cunt of yours,” I warn her, and she quickly moves to slip my erection inside her body. The heat of her pulsing around me, has my eyes rolling back.
It’s been too long since I’ve been inside her.
“Why are you doing this?” she pleads, her body still moving, still turned on at the thought of being taken by both of us. “Why would you say these things? I love you,” she tells me, her hands cupping my face, her eyes large, glassy as she regards me.
There’s no doubt she loves me.
But she’s struggling with the guilt of wanting Darius.
“Because I want to know if that love is enough to see us through this,” I tell her earnestly, my voice scratchy as I confess, “Because I need to know that my obsessive need for you is matched by your possessive craving for me. To know I’m yours, that’s all I want.”
She stills all movement. My words have hit her hard. Her lower lip trembles as she watches my expression, which I keep guarded. I don’t want her to see the fear that’s coiling deep in my gut.
With all the other women, I’ve never once been concerned about them running off. Yes, it is the fear of not being good enough. I have to be better than Darius, this time because I actually love the woman in question.
This feeling, these emotions, are all new to me. And they scare the shit out of me. I never wanted this. I never wanted to feel so out of control, that I have to play games to make sure that someone wants me.
But with Scarlett, that fear is so real, it’s debilitating.
“Do you want him?” I ask once more, gripping her hips as I move her back and forth. When she doesn’t respond, I lift her up and buck my hips against her. Lifting my ass from the bed, I focus on the pleasure of her cunt and not the pain in my chest.
Her body tightens around me. My cock deep inside her, coaxing whimpers from her plump lips. I continue my assault, my mouth clamping down on one of her hardened nipples, my teeth grazing the flesh as I bite down.
A cry of pure pleasure breaks free from her mouth, and I steal it with my own. Our tongues dual as we kiss, it’s violent, it’s filled with passion I never once found with anyone else.
And when we both still with our releases, I realize she still hasn’t answered
