Chapter 40 Under Their Spell
POV Scarlett:
A Week Later
Laughing, I face Noah as he pushes the R8 even faster. I can’t believe everything we did with that asshole’s card. I know I shouldn’t have agreed to Noah’s crazy idea, but what could I do if I’m furious at that jerk who refuses to talk to me every time he calls Liam? I’ve spent the past few days feeling insignificant, but the Blackwell brothers haven’t let me sink into bad thoughts. I threw myself headfirst into getting closer to them—and it was the best thing I could’ve done. They’re amazing guys, fun, and of course, gorgeous. And that’s what’s been bothering me the most.
I can’t stop thinking about the kisses they gave me—and haven’t repeated since what happened at my father’s house. I should be happy about that, but I’m not. After learning that my father is in a clinic receiving all the necessary care, all the sadness and tension I’d been feeling vanished. A nurse calls me every day to update me on his condition. Unfortunately, he doesn’t want to talk to me, but just knowing he’s being taken care of is enough for me.
And now that I don’t have so many worries in my head, I… Shit, I’m seeing the Blackwells differently. And my hormones aren’t helping one bit. When I’m not ogling shirtless Noah while he cooks, I’m staring at Ethan and Liam working out in the gym, using the stupid excuse that I’m keeping them company to cheer them up during training. One morning, I caught a glimpse of Liam’s hard cock through his sweatpants, and that image has been fueling my nightly masturbation. Blended, of course, with the impaler’s performance. I don’t even want to think about the time I fantasized about all four of them fucking m—
“Scarlett!” Noah’s shout makes me jump. “Where’s your head at? I’m talking to you.” I feel my face catch fire as I look at him, embarrassed.
“Sorry, I was distracted, thinking about the ultrasound I’ll have in two days.” I lied, and from Noah’s narrowed eyes, I can’t tell if he believed me.
“Okay. As I was saying, Damian’s been really quiet since we bought the R8 yesterday.” I looked at him, incredulous.
“Bought? It’s yours, I just swiped the card.” I still can’t believe the total that appeared when we paid.
“But for all intents and purposes, it’s yours.” He smiles, and my eyes fix on his lips.
Don’t do that, Scarlett!
I turn my face toward the window and thank God we’re almost there. I can’t stay in this car much longer without imagining myself jumping on his lap. It’s the hormones, that’s all. The hormones. I don’t want to be fucked by the four Blackwell brothers… Why do I keep putting that bastard in my fantasies?
“Scarlett, why are your cheeks so red?” I almost dislocated my neck, whipping around to stare at Noah in shock.
“I… I don’t…” I shut up, unable to form a sentence.
I need to get out of this car now.
As soon as Noah parked, I jumped out like the seat was on fire. I hurried upstairs—I needed to hide in my room. But before I could grab the doorknob and breathe in relief, a sound of disapproval behind me made me swallow hard. It couldn’t be.
“You know, Miss Monroe, while I was in Chicago, I kept wondering what you might be doing.” I turned slowly, and there he was—standing shirtless, hands in the pockets of his dress pants—the jerk I’d hated so much these past few days. “I thought you’d be looking up baby names online, reading books about motherhood, or something related to your pregnancy.” He took two steps forward. “Now imagine my surprise when I found out what you’ve actually been doing.”
Liam, you’re dead.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I faked an innocence that didn’t exist.
“Back to ‘sir,’ huh?” Another step forward.
“Yes, after all, you’ve gone back to being an asshole.” A smile curved his lips, but it wasn’t a “Thank you, I am indeed” kind of smile. It was more like a “I’ll show you what kind of asshole I am.”
“You founded a club in my house.” He lifted one finger. “Threw a shopping spree with my card.” Another finger, and this time, he closed the distance between us. I was forced to press my back against the door. “And last but not least, you bought an R8 like it was a toy car.” A third finger rose, held up right in front of my face. “What do you think I should do with you for that?” I looked from his fingers to his serious face—and all I could think was that I wanted them inside me.
I’m crazy, that’s it. I need to flee to the mountains; it’s the only way to avoid jumping these brothers. I bite my lower lip hard as his gaze travels down my body.
“You…” He went silent, and just hearing his hoarse voice made the fire in me blaze hotter. I need a shower… a cold one… preferably with tons of ice. “Miss Monroe, are you okay?” He smiled arrogantly, his tone a provocation I didn’t need.
“No, I’m not.” My eyes drifted down his chest, lingered on his abs as indecent images of my tongue sliding down them flooded my already-overloaded mind. His pants were hanging so low on his hips I licked my lips at the outline of his hard cock. “I…” I cleared my throat. “I need to take a shower.”
Yes, I’m a coward.
“A good shower for you then. After that, we’ll resume discussing your punishment.” He brushed his beard against my cheek; his mouth touched my ear, and I closed my eyes. “And yes, there will be punishment.” I let out a moan, and the bastard made sure to laugh softly against my ear. “And note that I didn’t say how many.” He stepped back, and I felt my legs tremble.
I’m fucked. These brothers want to drive me insane. I will not get involved with them.
I will not enter another polyamorous relationship. I will not…
That’s it—keep lying to yourself.
Maybe one day I’ll actually believe my own words.