Chaos by Sarah Bailey

Forty

Scarlett

The side to West he’d shown me this evening was unlike anything I’d ever imagined. He was playful, funny and, as always, took exactly what he wanted without fear of the consequences. With him, I felt free. Unrestricted. Able to do whatever the hell I wanted. And what I really wanted was this man who was holding my hand as we walked from the bus stop, and his dick down my throat. It was all I could think about since he’d told me to worship him on my knees. All I could focus on. I needed him with a desperation that threatened to turn me as psychotic and reckless as the man himself.

We’d taken a tube and two buses to get to our destination. Now we were walking up a rather run-down looking street towards fuck knows what. West hadn’t told me where we were going. My curiosity had almost got the better of me, but I’d asked him enough times already.

My eyes were fixed on him as we walked, taking in every inch of this absolutely gorgeous but fucked up man beside me. His amber eyes glinted in the fading light. I’d never met anyone with the shade before. It tugged at my memories in an unsettling way I tried hard to ignore. As much as I wanted to remember, I didn’t want the past to ruin this time I had with him away from the others.

He was dressed head to toe in black, from his trainers to his jeans that clung to his muscular legs. The black t-shirt he wore bore a red axe on it dripping with blood. And to top it off, he had a black canvas military-style coat on. The man carried himself as if he knew he was a god amongst mortals. And I found it alluring even though he scared the shit out of me most of the time.

“West.”

“Mmm?”

He didn’t glance at me, only squeezed my hand tighter in his. He already had a death grip on it as if he was worried I’d run from him. No fucking way. I barely even knew where we were. I had no reason to leave his side. Besides, I wanted him to shove me up against one of these houses, force me on my knees and let me wrap my lips around him.

Dare I ask him for it? He said tonight was about me. And he’d already told me he wanted me to worship him.

“I want something from you,” I said in a small voice that didn’t make me sound particularly confident.

He glanced at me with a wicked glint in those beautiful but deadly eyes of his.

“And what’s that, my little Scar?”

I had to swallow first before I gathered my courage. Reaching out with my other hand, I drew us to a halt halfway down the street. My fingers ran down his front until I reached the top of his jeans. I traced a line under his t-shirt, brushing the pads over the fabric of his boxers where they peeked out from his jeans.

“Let me worship you.”

The slow upwards curl of his lip made me tremble.

“Say please.”

“Please, West.”

He chuckled, the darkness swelling in his eyes making me want to throw myself at him. My pussy throbbed with the anticipation of him wrapping my hair in his fist and the other around my neck. The way he’d make me take him in my mouth. I knew he could be rough and I wanted it. I needed it so fucking badly.

“Come with me.”

He pulled my hand away from his jeans and tugged me further down the street. I hoped it meant he was taking me somewhere less open to let me wrap my lips around his cock. Abruptly, he stopped and pulled me through a small gap between two fences. It was overgrown with grass and weeds, but it didn’t stop West from dragging me along it. My eyes darted around, finding the fence to our right was wooden whilst the one to our left was metal and beyond it seemed to be a building site. Except it looked as if it had been untouched for years with paint crumbling from the parked JCBs, which included a bulldozer, a digger and an excavator, and stacks of abandoned building materials. Something about it sent a horrible wave of familiarity racing down my spine.

West stopped by a pole and let go of my hand to pull at the metal fencing. It rolled back slightly, allowing him to slip through the gap. He held it for me to dart through as well, before setting it back in place.

He didn’t allow me any time to look around, dragging me towards one of the abandoned JBCs. The bulldozer had been fitted with a loader that sat off the ground, its bucket hanging in the air. West let go of my hand to haul himself up into the bucket. It was huge, so he fit there with his legs hanging down. He reached out and dragged me between his legs before placing my hands on his crotch. I could feel his dick and it made my body shiver. Then his fingers went to my hair, tangling in the strands as he stared down at me.

“Do you want to worship me or do you want me to make you?”

His voice was low and gravelly.

“Make me.”

The moment my words were out of my mouth, I was pulling at the zipper of his jeans, having flipped the button open. He ran his teeth over his lip as if it was the answer he wanted out of me. When I got his dick free, he pushed my head down, making me bend at the waist. My hands went to his thighs as my face came level with his hard cock.

“Lick it.”

The demand in his voice made me flick out my tongue, tasting the tip of his cock and the pre-cum beading there. He growled in response, his fingers digging into my scalp. Then he gathered my long wavy hair up in his fist, pulling it away from my face. His eyes were dark in the low light and full of heat.

“You going to show me how much you love this dick, Scar?”

I nodded, tracing my tongue around the crown to demonstrate my acquiescence. The rumble of his chest had me doing it again.

“Open.”

My lips parted, allowing him to push his dick into my mouth. The thickness of it had me opening wider to give him better access. Using my hair in his fist, he shoved me down on it until the tip hit the back of my mouth, making me choke a little around his length.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Let me in, swallow my cock.”

I did as he asked, swallowing, and his dick sunk into my throat, causing me to gag, but I kept taking it. My hands curled harder around his thighs, my nails digging into the fabric of his jeans.

“My bad little Scar taking my dick so well. Fuck. That’s it, all of it. You’re a dirty girl.”

I couldn’t help but obey him and take the whole thing. Breathing around his length and girth was practically impossible, but I didn’t let it stop me. He only held me there for a few seconds. Tugging me back off it, my saliva covered his dick and dribbled down my lip. The way he smiled at me set my whole world on fire as I tried to catch my breath.

A minute later, I was back on his dick, taking it the way he wanted. He let out another groan as he worked my head by my hair. I let him fuck my throat without any resistance. Let him use me and revelled in the way he couldn’t help the grunts and groans echoing around the bucket he sat in. For the first time, West didn’t hold back his pleasure. He didn’t hide the way I made him feel with my mouth around his cock. He showed me how much he wanted this. Needed my tongue wrapped around him, stroking his length.

His fist tightened in my hair, pushing me down further until he was lodged in my throat again.

“Mine,” he growled.

Then he emptied himself down my throat, the violence of it making my pussy clench. I couldn’t do anything else but hold myself there, feeling his cock pulse in my mouth. He pulled me off when he was spent, letting me swallow before I sucked in air to my deprived lungs. He wrapped his free hand around my throat, stroking it with his thumb. He used my hair to pull me up, allowing me to straighten and stand between his legs again. The glint of those amber eyes had my heart pumping wildly in my chest.

“My beautiful little Scar,” he murmured. “Such a good girl.”

“My War,” I whispered.

He stroked my throat again, telling me without words how he felt. This man would destroy the world for me. He would chase me to the ends of the earth. He would do anything to keep me by his side. And I had no idea why he was so devoted to me.

Leaning closer, he rested his forehead against mine, staring down into my eyes like they were the window to my soul. The intimacy of the moment had me sucking in air. The thickness of the tension between us was almost suffocating.

“What do your tattoos mean?” I blurted out without thinking about it.

He grinned, keeping his head pressed to mine.

“Which ones?”

“The ones on your fingers.”

“Every time I kill, I have Penn tattoo a memento of it on my skin.”

My eyes flicked down to his hand around my neck. The one on his forefinger was the symbol for the Gemini zodiac sign. It made me wonder what it was about, but I didn’t ask. The one on his middle finger was a teardrop. And the next one along was a series of small lines with another diagonally across it, representing five. Finally, he had a little sword on his pinkie.

I reached up and traced a line across the skull on the back of his hand.

“Penn? You mean the Fixer guy… he did these?”

“Mmm.”

“He’s very talented for a man who also gets rid of people for a living.”

West snorted.

“People are not the only thing he fixes. Penn is a crazy motherfucker. He might come across as charming, but he’s got a few screws loose. The dude is literally obsessed with some girl he’s barely spoken to. He talks about her every time I see him.”

“Is that why you get on with him?”

He barked with laughter, pulling his head back as his hand tightened around my throat. When he settled down, he smiled at me.

“Probably.”

His hand slid from my hair and traced down my back.

“You’re a little obsessed with me,” I whispered, leaning closer and pressing myself against his body the best I could.

“Not a little… you consume my every waking moment and my dreams. You’re my girl, little Scar. All mine. I’ll never let you go.

The fingers around my neck tightened, punctuating his words.

“I don’t want you to.”

His hand roamed from my back to in between our bodies and lower. He cupped my pussy in a possessive manner. I couldn’t stop myself grinding into his hand. It made him smirk.

“I think you want me to stick my fingers in your pussy and make you come.”

I bit my lip, staring up at him and trying to convey all my need and desperation for him. What I wanted was for him to fuck me with his perfect dick, but he’d just come and I had no idea how long it would take him to recover.

“Mmm, Scar, you want more than that, don’t you?” He rubbed my pussy. “It’s written all over your face. You want me to bend you over that fucking stack of bricks over there, rip your jeans down and make you scream on my dick.”

I didn’t know how he’d read my thoughts, but he pushed me back and jumped out of the bucket, landing on his feet with a thud. He guided me backwards with his hand wrapped around my throat until I hit something solid.

“Wrap your hand around my dick, Scar.”

I did as he asked, finding it half hard already.

“Stroke it. Make me believe you want it inside your dripping pussy, the one soaking your fucking knickers with your need. I can almost fucking smell your arousal.”

I was squirming inside at his dirty words. At the way he didn’t give a shit what came out of his mouth and how it made me tremble. And I almost melted in a puddle before him when he unbuttoned my jeans with one hand and slid his fingers inside my underwear. He smiled wider when he found me wet with need.

“West,” I whimpered when his fingers circled my clit. It throbbed at his touch.

“Don’t worry, my needy little girl, I take care of my possessions. Your pussy belongs to me.”