Chaos by Sarah Bailey

Twenty Seven

West

Scarlett’s eyes flicked down. She didn’t say a word. She kept staring at the blood and the carving like she couldn’t believe what I’d done. Her fingers loosened from the covers, but she kept them by her sides. Her chest rose and fell in rapid bursts, making me think she was in shock.

“If Drake was here, he’d want to lick the blood from your skin,” I murmured.

Her watery eyes met mine again. I leant closer and kissed the word, making her whimper. The cuts wept with her life-sustaining liquid. I licked it from my lips. Whilst I wasn’t like Drake with his blood obsession, the sight of it here satisfied me unlike anything else.

I put the knife to her mouth. She knew what I wanted her to do. I could see it in her eyes. There was no more mutiny. She didn’t know whether to hate me or beg for me to fuck her.

Her tongue slid out and licked the length of the blade. I flipped it over and let her clean the other side. Then I shifted up on my knees and stared down at her. The t-shirt I’d cut lay on either side of her. She wasn’t naked enough for me. My fingers dug between her shorts and her skin. I ripped them down her legs. Then I used the knife to slice through her underwear on either side of her crotch. It fell away, revealing her pussy to me. Her dripping pussy, glistening in the sunlight streaming in through the windows.

“Who do you belong to, Scar?”

Her bottom lip trembled. She lay there staring at me with wide, tear-filled eyes and didn’t respond. I pressed the flat side of the blade against her pussy. Not like I would cut her with it here, but she didn’t know that.

“Who do you belong to?”

“War,” she whispered. “I belong to War.”

“Good girl. Now get on your fucking hands and knees.”

She did as I asked, her whole body trembling with the effort of turning over. I set the knife down next to me before I tore the remnants of her t-shirt from her body and leant down to run my tongue up her spine. Straightening, I pulled my t-shirt off my body and unbuttoned my jeans. When I was bare, I knelt behind her, running my hand up her cheek and along her back.

“This pretty pussy is mine.” I pressed my thumb to it, sliding it along her slick entrance. “She belongs to my cock, Scar. I’m going to abuse her the way you need.”

I dipped my thumb into her heat. She whimpered but didn’t dispute my statement.

“Mmm, you’re soaking. Did the pain turn you on, Scar? Do you want me to make it hurt more?”

Pulling my thumb from her pussy, I slid it higher, finding her clit. She jerked, but I held onto her hip, keeping her from moving away. I rubbed her clit in slow circles, eliciting harsh needy pants from her lips. She wanted more. I could tell by the way her hips shifted in my grasp.

Removing my thumb from her clit, I gripped my cock and slid it between her lips, knocking the head against her clit. I repeated the action, slipping back and forth until she let out a whine.

“Please, West.”

I notched the head of my cock to her entrance.

“Does this pussy need filling?”

“Please, I need you.”

Teasing her entrance with the head of my cock, I chuckled and adored the way she tried to back herself onto it.

“I’m going to hurt you.”

“Please.”

The desperation in her voice had me slamming inside her in one unforgiving thrust. She cried out, choking on her own breath as her hands gripped the covers below us. I slid back out and plunged inside her again. I curled my other hand around her hip and fucked her. My body pounding into hers with loud slapping noises. They rang through the room with my brutality. I wouldn’t give her mercy.

“Your pretty pussy takes my dick so fucking well,” I ground out through my teeth.

“Fuck! Fuck me.”

Releasing her hips, I dug one hand into her hair and pulled at it, making her head snap back. The way her neck strained as she stared at me was so fucking beautiful. A damn goddess, she was. My fucking goddess. Mine.

I tugged her hair more, pulling her up by it until her back met my chest. My other hand slid up her body and wrapped around her neck. I held her against me, her legs bent either side of mine as I thrust upwards, making her take me deep and hard.

My lips went to her ear and I bit down on the lobe. Her hands curled around my back, holding me to her. If I was in any doubt she wanted this before, I wasn’t now. My eyes went to the cuts I’d made below her collarbone. The blood had started to clot. I’d make sure to clean her up real fucking good when I was done with her. First, I wanted to make her come all over my dick and paint her insides with my cum. Show her who owned her sweet pussy. Who would give her everything she ever desired.

“You’re my bad girl, Scar,” I murmured in her ear. “Only I’m allowed to hurt you and make you cry. No one else gets that fucking privilege, you hear me? No one. If anyone touches you, I will kill them. They’ll regret ever laying a finger on your precious skin. It’s mine. All of you is mine.”

My fingers tightened around her throat, restricting her airway. My other arm wrapped around her waist, giving me better leverage to fuck her with. My thrust grew harder even if they were shallow, showing her I owned her little body. As if she didn’t already know that when I’d carved my ownership into her skin.

She let out these beautiful gasps as she tried to suck enough oxygen into her lungs. Fucking perfect. That’s what my girl was. Her fingers tightened around me, trying to tell me it was too much, but it would never be enough. Never.

“You want to come, my little Scar? Want to explode all over my dick?”

Her choking whine was the only answer I needed. I slid my hand from her waist up to her chest and gripped one of her nipples between my fingers, twisting it.

“West,” she choked out.

“I’ll make you come when I’m good and fucking ready.”

My fingers slid higher, brushing over the cuts. Then I pressed them into her skin. She cried. Oh, how she fucking cried. I watched the tears running down her cheeks with rapt attention. And licked them away, tasting her pain on my tongue.

“Please,” she gasped. “Please.”

My hand slid to her nipple again, massaging her breast and slipping her nipple between my fingers. I tightened them around it. She bucked and writhed against me, but she didn’t let me go. She held onto me, letting me fuck her and tease her nipples. Her pussy felt so fucking good around my dick. The way she clenched when I squeezed her nipple too hard was the icing on the cake.

This girl had driven me half-mad my entire life. Now I had her back. I had her warm, lithe body against mine. I’d carved myself into her skin. And I’d brand myself all over her heart again. She was mine forever. She’d been destined to be so from the day she was born. Destined for all of us.

“Anyone who’s hurt you, I’ll take their lives, you hear me?” I whispered in her ear. “I’ll destroy them for you. Every single one.”

I didn’t care if Drake couldn’t confirm his suspicions. We were going to kill Stuart Carver regardless of whether he’d hurt our girl or not. But I knew he had. There was no fucking way she’d be scared of him otherwise. Our woman was strong as fuck. She wouldn’t let anyone intimidate her. Not even us. So whatever the fuck that cunt had done to her, I would get it out of her one day. I would make her tell me everything. Then I would rid the world of the scumbag who’d stolen her from us ten years ago. I’d rip out his fucking heart.

“West,” she whimpered.

“That’s right, Scar. I’ll burn them all to the fucking ground.”

My hand slid down her body and sought out her clit. I stroked it the way I knew she needed. The exact way to make her buck and tremble in my grasp whilst my cock hammered into her sweet pussy, hitting all the right spots. My fingers tightened around her throat, almost choking her.

“Come on this dick. Fucking milk it.”

Her silent cry a few minutes later as she rocked against my cock and fingers was everything. She choked and spluttered as I kept a tight hold on her throat, but she came so beautifully. Her body shook as it raced through her. Her pussy tightened and released, milking my cock in the way only she could.

“My bad little Scar,” I hissed in her ear.

I loosened my hold on her neck, allowing her to suck in more air. Her nails dug into my skin, but I liked it. I wanted the pain. It reminded me I was alive and I had her with me.

Her body slumped against mine. Her thoroughly used and wrecked little body. I let go of her neck and pushed her forward onto her hands. Then I gripped her hips and thrust into her over and over. I punished her pussy until I exploded inside her, emptying all my pent up lust and rage into her body.

“Scar,” I groaned. “Fuck.”

Nothing ever felt so good. No other pussy felt this sweet. She was everything to me. I couldn’t admit it to her, but she owned me. Each and every part of me belonged to Scarlett. It always had. The years separating us and her loss of those memories from the past didn’t matter. She and I shared a bond. It transcended all of that bullshit. She knew it deep down. She could feel it. It’s why she stayed with us. Why she was drawn here. Why she came back.

When my dick was spent, I pulled out of her. I stroked her hip as she swayed on her knees. I climbed off the bed and plucked her off it, cradling her in my arms. Scarlett placed a hand to my chest and stared up at me as I carried her towards my bathroom. She didn’t say a word when I kicked the toilet seat closed and set her on it.

I walked over to the cabinet above the black granite sink counter and opened it. Pulling out the items I needed, I set them down on the counter next to Scarlett. Next, I grabbed a washcloth and wet it. Then I knelt at her feet and pressed the cloth to the carving I’d made on her skin, gently wiping away all the blood. My other hand stroked along her bare thigh when she hissed at the touch of the cloth.

In order for it to permanently scar, I would need to make sure she didn’t cover it up. I knew all about scarification even if I’d never had it done myself. Penn told me about it during an inking session. It’s how I’d met the Fixer. He tattooed on the side.

“Do not let anyone else touch this, you hear me? Only I’m allowed to take care of it.”

She placed her hand on my tattooed one.

“Okay,” she whispered, giving me a subtle nod.

Leaning forward, I pressed a kiss to it.

“It’s perfect, just like you are. A scar for my Scar.”

She shivered, her fingers tightening around mine. I wished I could tell her the truth. Tell her of my feelings and remind her of who she was to me. Remind her of our past and everything we’d done together as kids. All of the times I made her laugh. The way her eyes would light up the moment she saw me.

Not a day had gone by since she’d disappeared where I didn’t feel her loss. The girl who’d been precious to my damn soul. She was mine to protect. And I would protect the woman she’d become with every part of me. I’d slay our enemies to keep her out of harm’s way. We were the only ones who could do anything to her. And even as we hurt her, we took care of her too. We kept Scarlett safe.

I kissed the word I’d carved on her skin again, making sure she knew it would mark her for the rest of her life the way she’d marked me. It might be invisible to everyone else, but I felt it. My little Scar had signed her name on my heart when we were kids. And it would remain there… forever.