Page 37 of Triple the Secrets
“Asshole.”
He smirked and brought his hand up to slap her right tit quickly. She screeched. “You think calling me names is going to get you what you want, baby?” he said easily. She rubbed at her nipple and glared at him, but didn’t answer. He just stared at her, waiting.
Finally, she sighed and said, “I’m sorry.”
“Good girl,” he praised and she all but purred and melted as she moved his hand over her belly and down between her thighs. She gasped when he pulled away from her and then slid himself down between her legs, watching her. “Good girls get rewarded,” he growled at her before he pressed his mouth to her center and devoured her.
She was already so wet that her juices covered his face. He loved it. She cried out as he latched onto her clit and sucked it before lashing at it with his tongue. When her body bucked, he put an arm over her waist and held her down. She was going to take everything he gave her.
He ate her like a starving man. And he was, because he couldn’t get enough. She was heat and spice, body writhing against the pleasure he forced on her, stopping just before she could come time and time again. She cried his name over and over, and it was perfect music to his ears. She sobbed softly when he plunged his tongue into her over and over again, never letting up until she finally begged him. “Rogue, please, please let me cum. Please.”
As much as he would love to drag this on for a little bit longer, he was quickly losing his control. If he didn’t have her soon, he would go insane. So he pulled his mouth away and ordered, “Come for me now, Scarlett. Come for me like the good girl you are.”
Her entire body shuddered at his words, and he quickly put his mouth back over her clit, sucking on it as she shattered. He moved his mouth down to her entrance, thrusting inside as she trembled and came all over his face. Her screams filled the room, his name echoing off the walls. When she slowly started to subside, he pulled away, wiping his soaked face on the sheet. She stared down at him, eyes bleary and dazed, chest heaving.
His cock and balls were heavy between his legs and he felt like he would burst if he didn’t get inside her soon. He wasn’t gentle as he moved between her legs, grabbing her by the waist and shifting her up the bed so her head was on the pillows. She stared up at him, but she spread her legs as wide as she could and arched her hips slightly in invitation.
“This is your final chance, Scarlett,” he managed to say, even as he gripped his cock and lined himself up with her heat. “Your last chance to run.”
“Take me, Rogue,” she breathed, holding his gaze. “Give it to me.”
He snarled as moved his hands to her hips and thrust inside. He didn’t give her a chance to adjust, setting a brutal pace. She cried out, eyes going wide, and he saw a flash of discomfort on her face, but it was quickly replaced with pleasure as he fucked her.
He slowed down long enough to get up on his knees, and lift her hips higher so he could get the leverage he needed, and then he picked up his pace all over again. Hard. Fast. Brutal. “Rogue!” she screamed, hands moving wildly, as if seeking purchase somewhere to steady herself.
“Mine,” he snarled, reaching out and wrapping his hand around her throat. She gasped, eyes going wide as she stared up at him. One hand came up to wrap around his wrist, but she didn’t pull it away. She gripped him tight, and he saw the trust in her eyes. The dark need that matched his. The power he felt in this moment was overwhelming, and he tightened his grip reflexively. “You’re mine, Scarlett,” he hissed, powering his hips inside her so hard that the bed banged against the wall with each thrust.
“Yes,” she gasped out, her eyes never leaving his. “Tighter, Rogue,” she pleaded, surprising him. “I need more. I need you to choke me more.”
The darkness inside him roared with triumph. The trust in her eyes was what he needed. What he craved. So he did as she asked. He tightened his grip until he saw her pupils dilate and her chest gasp for air. Suddenly her entire body lit up, and she screamed, the sound raspy and hoarse in her constricted throat, and her pussy convulsed around him, making him roar.
His grip on her throat loosened, even as he hammered inside her and felt himself coming harder than ever before. For a moment, he was deaf and blind. The pleasure was so intense.
Which is probably why he didn’t hear the door or the cries of outrage before something hit him in the back of the head, making him see stars.
“You fucking bastard!” the voice screamed at him, trying to hit him again. Quickly, before they connected, he ducked and was moving.
“We trusted you and you hurt her!” another voice screamed. “I’m going to kill you.”
“Girls, no!” he heard Scarlett scream. His head was still smarting from the blow, but he realized a couple of things pretty damn quickly. The girls were not at their sleepover, and they were both looking at him like he was the lowest life form on the planet and they wanted to tear him apart. Painfully. “Stop,” Scarlett screamed again. “You need to stop, I’m okay.”
He stood beside the bed, and quickly grabbed a sheet to cover himself. “What the fuck is going on?” he roared so loud that the entire room went quiet. He looked at Wren and Win, who stared at him, faces flushed with anger, both carrying objects in their hands. Wren looked like she had a lamp, while Win had a broom. Considering that a lamp of that size would probably kill him, he had to assume that Win was the one who hit him.
“I will kill you,” Wren seethed, hatred seeping from every pore.
He didn’t know what was going on here, but whatever it was, it wasn’t going to be something he liked, and his stomach cramped. So much for the afterglow, he thought darkly. Because right now, instead of revelling in the best sex of his life, he had to deal with two pissed off teenagers, and one distraught looking Scarlett.
Fucking hell, nothing could be easy with these girls, could it?
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
SCARLETT
The horror she felt was like nothing she had ever experienced. She knew what the girls had seen. What they had heard. Rogue over top of her, and his hand around her throat. Her screaming his name, while he roared hers. All post-coital glow was gone, and she rushed off of the bed, sheet trailing behind her as she put herself between the girls and Rogue. “Stop,” she ordered them, voice still raspy.
“Scarlett, move,” Rogue ordered her.
She ignored him, looking at the girls. “He wasn’t hurting me,” she told them calmly.
