Carnage by Sarah Bailey

Twenty One

Scarlett

My body shook with his words, like a trembling leaf blowing in gale-force winds. It was violent and unforgiving. I couldn’t even form a sentence in my head, let alone open my mouth. When he’d warned me about himself, I’d wondered how serious he was. And now I realised this man was actually a full-on predator.

Here I was, pinned to his desk by his bulk and his hand wrapped around my jaw. I hadn’t even made an attempt to push him off me or struggle in his grasp. I’d been too shocked by the entire thing to get my head on straight. Now, it was impossible to think at all.

He just told you he’s going to fuck you.

A man I’d talked to twice. Who the hell did he think he was? It’s not as if I hadn’t thought about sex with the Horsemen. It had crossed my mind I might have to sleep with them to get close to them. It happening so soon, and with West, who intrigued and terrified me at the same time? I had no fucking words to describe my feelings. All I knew was I had no control over this situation.

“I’ll take your silence as compliance.”

I wanted to scream. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. He stepped closer, right up into my personal space. I choked on my own breath. For the first time in my life, a hard solid body pressed against mine and I didn’t exactly hate it.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmured, turning my head to the side and trailing his lips down my neck. “At least, not this time.”

I gripped the edge of his desk to stop my knees from buckling.

“I don’t believe you,” I whispered, finding my voice.

His low chuckle had my heart pumping harder in my chest.

“Good, you shouldn’t. Now, be a good girl and spread your legs.”

I didn’t want to obey him. He couldn’t possibly think he could drag me into his office and expect me to pull my skirt up for him, could he? My brain didn’t want to believe what was happening.

“No.”

It’d been my intention to do whatever it took to get close to these men, but the reality was far different from thinking about it in your head. This wasn’t on my terms. Not at all. It was on his. Maybe I should have known better than to think it would be easy. West was right. Their reputation preceded them. Mason had warned me. My parents had warned me. None of that prepared me. I was so out of my depth.

“No? Oh, Scarlett, that was the wrong thing to say.”

He moved away so fast, I barely had time to blink. West spun me around and had me face down on his desk, his hand around the back of my neck, pinning me in place.

“I don’t think you realise who you’re talking to, so let’s get a couple of things straight before you piss me off. And trust me, making me angry is the last thing you want to do. I will hurt you and I’ll fucking enjoy it.”

I shuddered, his harsh words piercing at my very being. West wasn’t playing around. I wouldn’t be leaving this room with my innocence intact.

“We don’t use the word no in this room. If I tell you to do something, you’ll do it. And you want to know why?”

I nodded. He leant over me, his body heat warming me from the inside out.

“You’re mine.”

I opened my mouth to object but was unable to utter a word. I had nothing. Only the stark realisation I’d bitten off way more than I could chew by coming here. By returning to the city and finding these men. I knew for a fact I’d grown up in London. My parents hadn’t hidden that from me, but after my accident, they’d taken me to the countryside to recover. Really, it was to keep me locked up in a comfortable prison. An excuse to keep me from the wider world. I had questioned in my head why they’d done it, but no answers were forthcoming.

Now I was in a situation I didn’t know how to navigate. They hadn’t given me the skills to deal with the opposite sex. The only person who had taught me anything was Mason, and even he’d been reluctant. I had a feeling he didn’t want me getting too intimately involved with the Horsemen. I’d resigned myself to the knowledge there would be no other way around it. I just hadn’t expected it to play out like this.

“Now, you’re going to stay right here. If you move…”

He would hurt me.

“I get it,” I whispered.

“Good.”

He released me. I stayed on the desk, planting my palms flat on the solid surface. Unlike the Prescott and Drake’s glass-topped desks, West’s was a dark solid wood. In fact, from what I’d seen, his whole office was full of dark colours. I turned my head, resting my cheek on the cool wood, and stared out of the window, not that I could see much from this angle.

I flinched when I felt his hands on my skirt, hitching it up my legs. Rather than rip it off me, he was taking care not to tear the fabric. When his fingertips met my bare skin, I bit the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from making any noise, but it didn’t stop me from shifting my feet. I heard his warning growl. It only made me tremble with its deep, resonating sound.

My skirt soon sat on my waist. His fingers stroked over my underwear before he peeled it down, leaving me entirely exposed to him. I stepped out of it with no fuss. West laid it on the desk right next to my face so it was all I could see.

“Well, look at you being such a good girl.” The taunting note to his voice had my pulse racing.

His hands landed on my behind, which made me jolt, and he spread my cheeks. I could feel my face flaming, and not just because he was staring at me. As much as I wanted to hate this, my body responded to him. Especially when his hot breath dusted over my backside. Then he bit down on my skin, making me cry out from the sharp points of pain.

“As much as I want to tease the living shit out of you until you’re begging for it,” he told me, his voice gruff. “We don’t have time for niceties.” His thumb brushed along my slit. “Besides, I think I’ve discovered what turns you on.”

I wanted to ask him what the fuck he meant by that, but his thumb dipped between my lips with ease, the slickness of my arousal guiding him in.

“You’re scared… terrified… and yet, you want this.”

My teeth dug harder into my cheek, almost drawing blood. After this morning’s wet dream, I was pretty sure fear played a factor in getting me wet. In my body preparing itself to get railed. I had a feeling West was going to show me no mercy, despite knowing I’d never been with a man before.

He released me, chuckling as he did it. I heard the distinctive sound of a belt buckle clinking, followed by a zip. His hand landed on me again, gripping my hip in an iron hold. Then I felt it… hot skin against my most intimate parts. His cock slid between my lips, making me choke out a gasp. I should fear the fact he was doing this without protection, but the surgeries I’d undergone after my accident had left scarring, rendering me infertile. Something I didn’t want to think too hard on when the man behind me was about to stick his cock inside me.

I tried to relax when he pressed against my entrance. Tried to imagine what it would feel like, but nothing prepared me for the stretch and the sensation of him slowly but surely filling my pussy with his cock. A cross between a cry and a moan erupted from my lips. My hand curled into a fist, my nails digging into my palm.

“Not too loud now, Scarlett,” he hissed. “Wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea if they walk by and hear us.”

His other hand landed on my behind, gripping the cheek to gain more leverage. I had no idea what the hell to do or say, only it didn’t feel as I thought it would. I didn’t expect to want him to go faster. To give me it all.

“Please,” I whimpered.

He leant over me but didn’t increase his pace.

“Are you trying to beg?”

“Please.”

His low growl made me press back against him, trying to show him what I wanted. As if getting the message, he shunted forward, impaling me completely. I bit my lip, trying not to moan or be too loud.

“Is this what you wanted, huh? You want to be fucked, Scarlett? You want to be filled with cock and railed until you’re crying?”

I choked, not wanting to answer him. He pulled back and made me whimper when he slammed back inside me, all the gentleness he’d exhibited before disappearing completely. His hand left my behind and curled around the back of my neck, holding me down whilst he gave it to me. My hips dug into the desk with each thrust, but I didn’t care. All I could feel was his body colliding with mine. The sensation of his cock buried deep inside my pussy. It ached but in the best way.

“I knew this pretty pussy was going to feel good, you’re so fucking wet,” he told me, his breath dusting over my cheek. “Do you hate this? Do you want me to stop?”

I cried out with the force of his thrusts, my hands scrabbling against the desk.

“I don’t think you do. You want me to fuck you harder.”

And he did. The brutality he used my body with was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. Sure, I’d read about rough sex and violent men before, but actually being taken by one was on a whole new level of fucked up.

“West,” I choked out. “Please.”

I didn’t know if I was asking him to keep going or to stop. My nerve endings were firing in all directions. I no longer knew what was up or down.

“Now you want to use my name, do you? Say it, Scarlett, tell me to fuck you. Go on, beg for what you want.”

He pressed his cheek against mine, the bulk of him covering my body, whilst he continued to use me for his pleasure.

“Beg. Me.”

“Please… please fuck me, West,” I whispered, unable to say it any louder.

He didn’t respond, but his hand slid from my hip, curling underneath me and touching the spot where we joined. His fingers moved higher, finding my clit. I bucked against him, moaning far too loudly. Nothing else but his fingers on my clit and his cock pounding into my pussy registered with me. I let myself be drowned by the man on top of me. And when I came, the wild bliss rushing up my spine, eyes rolling back in my head and my body violently shaking, I cried. A tear ran down my cheek unheeded.

Catharsis. The state of purging your emotions, letting go of everything, and giving in.

“Good girl,” he murmured in my ear.

He pressed his lips to my cheek and then licked the tear from my face. I shuddered, not hating it at all. He kissed my cheek once more before pulling away. Both his hands wrapped around my hips and he really fucking went to town on me. I didn’t know what had hit me, only it felt good. I squirmed on the desk, never wanting the sensations to end.

West abruptly pulled out of me, grabbed hold of my hair, and tugged me up before pressing me down on my knees. I looked up at him. His amber eyes were dark, his expression wild and unhinged.

“Open.”

I did it on instinct, my mouth falling open with his command. And I didn’t look when he shoved his cock in it. My eyes were on his face, watching him, needing to see what would happen when he emptied himself inside me. I had to open my mouth wider to accommodate him. He thrust a few times before I felt his cock throb and spurt with hot, salty liquid. But his expression held me captive. The tightness of his jaw and the satisfaction and heat radiating from him. I choked on his cum, trying to swallow, but finding it impossible with his dick still jammed in my mouth. It’s not like he’d shoved it down my throat or anything, but he wasn’t exactly small.

When he pulled away, his cock popping out of my mouth with an audible sound, I was able to swallow. He let go of my hair and moved away. I only got a second to glimpse what he’d fucked me with before he tucked it back in his trousers and zipped himself up.

“Sort yourself out and go back to work.”

I stared at him, unable to comprehend what the hell had happened. His voice came off cold and unfeeling.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Is that it?”

He glanced at me, his eyes losing their wildness.

“Is what it, Scarlett?”

On shaky legs, I rose to my feet, shoving my skirt down.

“You have your way with me, then dismiss me?”

The smirk that appeared on his face pissed me off.

“Yeah, that’s it. And for the record, I did not have my way with you. I fucked you. You should count yourself lucky I went easy. The shit I really like would make you scream and not in a good way.”

My fists clenched at my sides.

Calm down, don’t let him get to you.

How could I not? The man had given me my first sexual experience, and it was way more than I could’ve ever imagined. And now he’d made me feel like I’d been… used. I should have known better than to expect anything else, given the way he’d manhandled me the first time we’d met.

“Easy on me? You call that easy on me? It hurts… down there.”

The way his eyes lit up with my words had me wondering what was going through his head.

“Good. Now your pussy knows who she belongs to, and when she’s ready for more, you merely have to ask. Maybe I’ll oblige her, but only if the woman she’s attached to is good for me.”

A suitable response completely eluded me. Instead, I picked up my knickers from his desk, made sure my skirt was covering my intimate parts and stormed over to his door. I tried the handle but found it locked. A small squeal of frustration left my lips.

“Turn the lock in the handle.”

I didn’t turn around nor thank him. My fingers fumbled with the lock, then I ripped open the door and walked out. My feet carried me to the bathroom where I shut myself in a cubicle, kicked the lid of the toilet closed and sat on it. My eyes fixed on the grey door in front of me.

I’d allowed a man I barely knew to have sex with me. Even though my mind told me it was necessary, it still made me feel as though my world was coming apart at the seams. When I’d agreed to my parent’s stupid revenge plot, I hadn’t realised I would have to go to these lengths. And the worst part about it all? I hated how much I’d enjoyed it. The way he spoke to me. The way his body felt against mine. The harsh sound of his breath. All of it had turned me on.

Of all the ways I thought I would experience sex for the first time, that had definitely not been it. And now I was left wondering if I had made any progress at all with West by letting him fuck me. Because the real thoughts about how much I wanted him to do it again, regardless of the fact it was meant to be a part of making him trust me, were ones I didn’t want to entertain or acknowledge. They would lead down a dark path. One I had a feeling I’d end up walking down, anyway.