Chapter 49 At the Edge of Surrender
POV Scarlett:
I feel like I might be dreaming and that all of this is just a product of my imagination. However, with Ethan’s hard cock shamelessly rubbing against me, it’s proven that everything is real. The pressure I feel between my legs wakes up something I haven’t felt the need to satisfy in a long time. I let out a surprised cry when Ethan’s hands lift me off the floor; I wrap my legs around his waist, and it doesn’t take long for him to pin me against the door. His mouth trails down my neck, exploring every inch of exposed skin. My eyes lock onto the three brothers standing behind Ethan, staring at me while the one holding me makes me feel like I’m in paradise with his mouth sucking at my neck.
There’s no denying it anymore—I want them. I want all four of them possessing me, taking me in every possible way.
Looking at Damian, I lick my lips, craving his mouth on mine. I want his taste to confirm it’s just as good as I remember. I moan at Ethan’s exploration, which is making me so damn wet, and having the Blackwell brothers devouring me with their eyes pushes my arousal to levels I wouldn’t have believed possible from nothing but their gaze. Noah winks at me, making my reason wave goodbye and leaving only the insane desire that grows more and more every second for these brothers.
“Lay her on my desk, and let’s satisfy this desire,” Damian’s authoritative voice leaves my body weak in Ethan’s arms. It’s clear they can do whatever they want with me.
The loud sound of things being swept off the desk makes a proud smile curl on my lips. They’re desperate to have me—just as I am to have them. Ethan lays me on Damian’s desk and wastes no time lifting my skirt and bunching it around my waist. Four pairs of eyes fixate on the space between my legs, and the provocateur inside me—who knows exactly how to play this game—spreads them, offering whatever they’re willing to take.
“Holy fuck!” Noah curses, and the desire reflected in his eyes makes me want his hands on me.
“Bolt the door, Ethan,” Damian orders, his voice so deep and hoarse it’s almost unrecognisable. “We’re not leaving this room for the next few hours.”
I slide my hands down my own body until I reach my breasts, caressing them without looking away from the four men I intend to drive mad. Without shame, I open my blouse, revealing my red bra. Liam’s smile at recognizing the piece makes the anger I’d felt at his ridiculous shopping spree fade instantly, replaced by the thrill of seeing that smile on his mouth. My right hand moves down my stomach, wanting to reach the throbbing pulse of my clit begging for relief, but I don’t make it—Damian’s hand intercepts mine.
“Want pleasure? You’ll have to ask,” Damian laughs arrogantly, making me even wetter. I won’t deny that this cocky side of his turns me on. “Want to come? You’ll have to beg.”
“Who said I need you to get my pleasure?” I ask, challenging him with my gaze. Damian will never hear it from my mouth, but I love our little game of who can dominate whom.
“Oh, brat, you have no idea how you just challenged the wrong man. I’m going to make you beg.” He lifts one finger. “I’m going to make you scream.” Another finger. “And last, but definitely not least, I’m going to make you come.” With three fingers raised, Damian smiles as his other hand pushes my panties aside. “And I’m going to make you come with these three fingers.”
“Arrogant,” I provoke, heart racing.
“I am. People tend to be arrogant in the things they do best.” He explores my slick folds with those three damn fingers, tearing a moan from my lips. “Maybe the best thing is to keep your mouth occupied—I don’t want you scaring the employees once you start screaming.” Cocky bastard.
Noah positions himself beside my head, gripping my face a bit roughly, which only makes me wetter at his raw touch. The pressure of his hand on my cheeks forces my lips into a pout he quickly sucks and then bites. I moan, being devoured by Noah’s mouth and Damian’s fingers at the same time.
“I’m dying to suck this pussy,” Damian says, making my legs tremble under his torturous touch. “What should we do with you?” he asks, rubbing my folds but purposely avoiding the clit that’s begging to be touched.
“Please,” I moan, breaking free of Noah’s greedy mouth. “I want all of you touching me… now.” I demand, trapped in Damian’s gaze—one capable of setting my body on fire.
“You want it?” Ethan whispers the question in my ear. I hadn’t even noticed he was so close. “What else do you want?” My hands squeeze my breasts, wanting their hands instead. I don’t even get the chance to touch my hard nipples because Ethan grabs my wrists and brings my fingers to his mouth, sucking each one slowly while looking right at me.
“Oh, shit,” I moan, drunk on excitement.
“Let’s get on with it already,” Liam says, and the tone of his voice mirrors mine—pure hunger.
I feel Damian’s fingers spreading my folds, exploring my entrance, which is no doubt dripping for them. I squeeze my eyes shut when one of his fingers brushes over my swollen point. I don’t know how much longer I can endure this torment.
“Scarlett, open your eyes.” I can’t help but obey Damian’s command. I look at him and become trapped in the magnetic hunger blazing in his gaze. “Do you really want this? We need to know it’s what you want.”
Is he kidding me?
I’m lying on his desk, his fingers sliding through my soaked folds, I’m seconds away from begging them to fuck me, and he’s truly asking me this stupid question? I force my body to sit up, Damian pulls his hand back, and Noah releases my face. From their expressions, they probably think I don’t want this anymore—but they couldn’t be more wrong.
What they started here today is the beginning of something I have no intention of ending until I’m utterly satisfied. Something I suspect may never truly happen.