Chapter 93 Princess
POV Liam:
“We don’t have much time. I asked Madison for a half-hour recess,” Damian announces. “We can’t take too long.”
“Fuck me fast,” Scarlett asks, and I comply. I fuck her quickly, my balls heavy, my orgasm closer than I expected. I bring the fingers that were rubbing her clit to her mouth; Scarlett sucks them hungrily. My cock pulses, my body trembling as I close my eyes and come hard.
“Scarlett,” I moan her name in the final waves of my orgasm. I pull out, and Ethan takes my place. Unlike me, my brother lasts a bit longer, coming on Scarlett’s stomach. She laughs, rubbing her fingers in his cum and bringing them to her mouth. Damian is next. My brother shows no mercy to Scarlett’s pussy, already red and a little swollen. He fucks her hard, making her scream for more. Damian comes powerfully, and seeing the fulfilled expression on Scarlett’s face makes my cock hard again, ready for another round. Noah is the most careful, fucking Scarlett more gently, making it last longer. Watching him fuck our woman leaves Damian, Ethan, and me ready to do it all over again.
“I’m close. And you, princess?”
“I’m… almost…”
Noah increases his thrusts, and it doesn’t take long for him and Scarlett to moan together as they reach orgasm. It takes Scarlett a good while to stand up again. Her hair is a mess, her face flushed, as are her neck and breasts. Seeing our marks on her body shouldn’t make me even more aroused and possessive—but fuck, it does.
“Four minutes until we’re back in the meeting,” Damian warns.
“Enough time to take care of our woman.”
We take care of Scarlett, clean her, dress her. And just when she’s ready to go back to work and we’re ready to return to our meeting, Scarlett drops the bomb that makes us understand that with her, the storm always comes after a sunny day.
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POV Noah:
“Say that again. I think I heard you wrong,” Damian says, and Scarlett rolls her eyes.
“I said that—”
“I wasn’t serious, Scarlett, but what the fuck. You’re kidding us, right?”
“Do I look like I’m kidding?” Scarlett must be crazy if she thinks we’re going to agree with her decision. “I’m going to New York to talk to her and ask her to reconsider—”
“NO!” the four of us say together.
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Scarlett wants to go to New York to talk to Chloe so she’ll reconsider the compensation? We already agreed that we’re going to pay. Scarlett doesn’t need to worry, but her pride won’t accept us paying that multimillion-dollar settlement.
“I don’t want you to lose money because of me. I’m the one who threatened her. I’m the one who acted on impulse,” she says, eyes brimming with tears. “It’s a lot of money. It’s not fair.”
“Scarlett, for us this amount is nothing. Believe me when I say it doesn’t even affect one percent of our assets,” I say, making her cross her arms.
“I knew it!” she shouts. “You’re denying me the car I want out of pure spite.” She wipes her face.
She can’t—
“You lied to us,” Damian mutters.
“Of course you did. You told me you couldn’t buy me a car because the company was going through a rough time. You even put a limit on your card. I really believed things were bad,” she says seriously. “Why did you lie to me?”
“We don’t want you to have a car,” Liam replies.
“And may I know why?” she asks, fixing her hair.
Scarlett doesn’t realize how afraid we are of everything happening again. How afraid we are of losing her. We don’t mind taking her wherever she wants. We don’t mind having hired a driver. We just want her safe. We want the relief of knowing that at the end of the day she’ll always come back to us, that we won’t be sitting in our office again, waiting for her to return, until one of our phones rings with the worst news.
“Scarlett, we’re afraid it will all happen again,” I confess.
Scarlett stays silent for a few minutes, looking at each of us. When understanding finally hits her, her face takes on a melancholic expression.
“You guys… I’m so sorry. I didn’t think about how wanting a car could bring back such sad memories,” she says, moving closer to the four of us.
“I can live without a car, but I could never live knowing how much having one would make you suffer. Forgive me.”
We wrap her in an embrace, Scarlett in the middle. It doesn’t matter what people think or say about us. The four of us know how valuable and rare our love is. Our relationship may be wrong for society, but for us, it’s the only right thing in a society so deeply wrong.