Page 135 of Fuckboy Psychos (Scarlett Force 1)
The righteous hatred in her eyes when she looked at him, and when she spoke about Ash Kelly, that was encouraging for me. It feels as if I’ve found an ally, someone in this world who would rather stab those pretentious fools than suck their dicks.
I wish my father had sold his business and retired the way he kept promising me. After my mother died, I truly believed we were done with all of this. I would give it all up—the house, the cars (even the Bugatti), the clothes—just to distance myself from that den of wolves.
Scarlett, she doesn’t worship excess wealth, lies, arrogance, and power.
She despises it.
Although, she did kiss me without my permission. To be fair, it seemed like an automatic response, part of her thanks for acting as her date to the party. If I weren’t flying down the road at over a hundred and twenty miles an hour, I might touch two gloved fingers to my lips the way I did after she violated me.
But oh, what a violation.
As disgusted as I was, I found my cock thickening inside my slacks—and not for the first time that night. I’m not often attracted to women even though I’m aware in a distant sort of way that I am, most certainly, a heterosexual man.
It’s just … the idea of sex sickens me. Bodily fluids and sweat and saliva. I can’t even imagine relaxing enough to allow myself to partake in any of that. I hardly even masturbate, as I can’t stand the sight of the white fluid that bursts from the head of my cock.
I shudder in disgust, but at the same time, I’m fixated on that brief brush of Scarlett’s lips against my own. When I rubbed at my mouth initially, my white gloved fingers came away with just a smear of her crimson lipstick.
I stripped the gloves off, disposed of them, and donned my last pair, but the memory remains, a stain on my consciousness that I can’t seem to shake.
I wasn’t expecting to see that girl again, although she caught my attention the first time I saw her. They say some people are just inundated with natural charisma. Perhaps that’s what it is?
I’m drawn to her even as I’m simultaneously repulsed.
I went to the track looking for Aspen, hoping he’d be there, wondering if he might race me and allow me a chance to get more information on my father and what, exactly, is going on with his Springfield projects. Clearly, it’s something nefarious, but Pavel has always stubbornly refused to drag me into his business dealings.
For my own protection, likely.
With a frustrated sigh, I slow down and make the sharp left turn onto our driveway, weaving through trees toward the glowing windows of the estate in the distance. At the very least, we exchanged our Manhattan penthouse for a sprawling mansion buried in the woods. This is, undoubtedly, the most exclusive road in the county, but it’s a far cry from a top floor suite in the city.
In a good way.
I can’t stand the constant press of people, of all that noise, the filthy streets. The woods are preferable. Dirt might scare me, but not as much as humanity does. Bacteria, viruses, bodily fluids. That sort of thing.
As I approach the house, I notice several vehicles parked on the circular stone driveway out front. Hmm. Business, at this time of night on a Friday? I don’t like the ominous implications of that.
Pursing my lips, I squeeze my gloved hands around the wheel with the squeak of leather and turn my headlights off. Keeping my speed slow, I ease the Bugatti onto the narrow road between the house and the large garage where we keep the majority of our cars.
I’ve been living in the guest house out back since we moved here, so it makes more sense for me to park back there. Turning my lights off and keeping the noise down, well, those are just extra precautions.
One can never be too careful when playing games with wolves.
I park outside of the guest house but, rather than head for my room, I take my needles with me, slipping the custom-made thimble onto my right thumb. I unscrew the top and tuck it into my pocket, leaving the poisoned needle underneath exposed.
So astute, that wild woman, Scarlett Diana Force.
I looked into her, of course I did. Because I’ve never met anyone who recognized the hidden capabilities of my thimble the way she did. Her eyes take in everything; they miss nothing. There’s a violent edge to her that intrigues me.
If I were so inclined to try my hand at sex, I would try with someone like her.
No, not someone like her. Her. Exactly her.
I’d had no intention of attending that horrid party, but the idea of showing up with a woman of incomparable wit and beauty such as that? It’d been all too tempting. Not that I let her win; I did indeed need that money back. But I allowed myself to be disoriented by the filthy, unpredictable track. I lost fair and square.
