She bit her lip, staring down at me with such intensity, it threatened to undo me. The way this girl loved us. The fierceness of it. The absolute pure devotion she had for us. It was fucking awe-inspiring. Everything we did was for her. Even this evening had been for Scarlett.
Yes, we’d killed Stuart, his wife and all his fucking staff because he would never stop coming after us. But we’d exacted justice for her. He’d abused our girl. Made her life a living hell. When she explained the extent of the damage inflicted on her, I’d been utterly incensed. The need to destroy everything Stuart stood for burnt in my veins. Soon, this place would be fucking ashes.
One of my hands left her hip and ran up her abdomen, stroking her bloody skin. Drake and his blood kink. Admittedly, watching him fuck her in it was a sight to behold. She was our queen, wearing the blood of our enemies on her skin. I may have been slightly hesitant before she told me to get naked, but now I was all in. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for Scarlett and the boys. Nothing in this world would stop me from giving them everything they needed.
My fingertips grazed her scars. The ones painting a picture of the trauma she’d been through. Scarlett was so fucking strong. She was still healing, but you could see when you looked into her eyes, she would fight through anything thrown at her. We’d be right by her side as she did it. Our woman could take on the fucking world if she wanted to.
“Look at you, little lamb. Our goddess bathed in blood,” I said, cupping her breast and pinching her nipple between my fingers. She moaned and her nails dug into my skin.
“You want to tell Drake and Frankie what you did to the butler, little Scar?” West asked a moment later, gripping her throat tighter.
Scarlett looked at the other two. Drake was leaning on his arms watching us whilst Francis sat on the edge of the tub.
“I cut his dick off and fed it to him for the time he tried to force himself on me. I don’t know if I’d call Alex pulling him off me as lucky since Stuart didn’t want me sullied, but I made that fuck pay for even trying.”
Drake raised an eyebrow.
“Such savagery,” Francis said with a smirk. “Tell me more. How exactly did you do it?”
“You want to know exactly how she severed a man’s cock from his body?” Drake asked, looking at Francis with a frown.
“Yeah, I do. You got a problem with that?”
Drake put his hands up.
“No. I can’t really since you just let me fuck our girl in blood. Whatever floats your boat.”
Francis gave him a wink before turning back to Scarlett, who was grinning at him.
“Pres cable-tied Gendry’s hands behind his back on the chair,” she said, stroking my chest and not faltering in fucking me and West. “Then I woke him up by throwing water in his face and screaming at him. He was all disorientated, but I got his attention by killing the housemaid, Moira. She was a bitch to me and those two had been fucking each other for as long as I can remember.”
Francis leant forward as if he was completely enthralled by what she was saying. This wasn’t something he’d expressed finding a turn on before, talking about the killings we’d carried out, but apparently, it was a thing for him and Scarlett. Who the fuck knew.
“I stabbed her in the guts using West’s knife, twisting it to mess up her insides. Then I went over to him, told him why I was doing it before grabbing hold of his dick and sawing through the base of it. He screamed the whole time, but I didn’t care. I stuffed his limp dick in his mouth and held it in there before stabbing him in the heart and leaving him to bleed out.”
West stroked her neck.
“You missed the best part, little Scar,” he murmured.
She turned her head slightly.
“What’s that?”
“When you told him to ‘take it like a good fucking boy’.”
Francis shifted off the bath and knelt down next to us before taking Scarlett’s face between his hands.
“My savage little whore. I’m so proud of you.”
Then he kissed her, his tongue tangling with hers. Her hand left my chest and curled around Francis’ neck. He pulled back slightly to lean his forehead against hers.
“I love you,” he told her, staring into her eyes as he did it.
She stroked his face, pressing her lips to his once more.
“Forever,” she whispered, “you’re my forever.”
Then he let her go and sat back, allowing her to concentrate on me and West again. Scarlett looked at West, who was continuing to give it to her without missing a single beat. There was nothing like being inside her this way. Having Scarlett take us both. I would never get enough.
“I want to make you come. I want to feel you both inside me, coating my insides. Bring me War.”
The way West smiled would be chilling if I didn’t know him so well. It was sinister in nature. The desire for violence ran through his veins. But this wasn’t the type of violence where we would pay dearly or with our lives. It was the kind where raw passion and lust mixed with brutal fucking.
“As my little Scar wishes.” His free hand went to her pussy, stroking her clit as the hand around her neck tightened. “Give it to her, Pres, make her fucking feel it.”
I held onto her hips and thrust upwards, making her take more of me with each movement. It was clear he was depriving her of oxygen, but she didn’t struggle against him. She took it, her eyes wide as she clutched West on one side and kept her other hand on my chest.
“Is this what you need, hmm? Want us to use you like our own little fucktoy and give you our cum?”
“Please.”
“Such a dirty little slut, all covered in blood, begging for dick like you can’t get enough. So wanton and needy. Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need. Make it hurt so bad, you cry. Your pleasure is my fucking purpose.”
It was getting harder to hold back with the way we were both fucking her. Everything in my body was taut. I strained against the urge to explode, keeping up my pace. A tear leaked out of Scarlett’s eye. West licked it from her cheek. She moaned and struggled then, clearly feeling the effects of our brutality.
“Please,” she whimpered, “please.”
“Go on, infect her, Pestilence, give her what she needs.”
His words brought it on, tipping me over the edge. I groaned with it, feeling my body shake as I came inside her, giving my woman exactly what she asked for.
“Feel that, little Scar?” he hissed in her ear. “Feel him coming for you?”
“Yes, fuck, yes.”
“Now I want you to come for me, then I’ll give you War.”
As I came down from my high, I could feel her getting closer to hers. The way she clenched and strained as West held her throat tight and stroked her clit was a clear sign. Her nails dug into my skin, making me grunt from the pain, but I didn’t care. She could claw me all she needed if it meant she came. Because Scarlett always came so fucking sweetly.
The moment West pushed her over the edge, she fell, bucking and writhing in his hold.
“Good girl,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Such a good girl.”