Chapter 74 You'll always be something I'll regret.
CHAPTER 74
You’ll always be something I’ll regret.
SCARLETT – POINT OF VIEW
“Elena,” Damian whispers, still in shock, but the edges of his words are as sharp as a knife.
When did they even get here?
My head feels woozy and droopy. Roman is staring at me, but I ignore him. I need to get out of here.
“We had a baby?” Damian seems to have lost his mind at the discovery. Elena, on the other hand, is crying. She walks to him, and he leads her away from the chaos.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” Rick tells Eve, and carries her in his arms with a gentleness unlike any other.
“When I said, take care of her, this wasn’t what I meant, Scarlett.” Luca sighs, running his hand over his face, exhausted and so done with us.
“Technically, it is your fault. I found the weed in your drawer.” Adeline giggles, cheeks flushing, and eyes twinkling.
“My fault? My fault that you went snooping around my stuff and stole the weed I needed? I was going to smoke that with the boys.” He glares at her, gesticulating angrily.
Perhaps I have a very high tolerance for weed. How though? I should be floating right now, swimming through constellations, but here I am, still sane.
“Oh, so I cannot smoke weed because I’m a woman?” Adeline demands, standing up, trying not to fall into the pool.
“You cannot smoke weed because you’re a Salvatore, Adeline, and you’re about to be Queen of Cosa Nostra.” Vincenzo corrects her calmly.
“Oh, pish posh. Scarlett grew as we did, and she smoked weed in her second year in Oxford, even fucked her T.A! Why can’t I do the same?” She counters loudly, spilling secrets supposed to be between us.
My skin crawls with the realisation of what she said. ‘Scarlett grew as we did’ Does she know? She knows who I am, or is she just high and confused me for someone else?
I don’t wait to find out. I get up, with the intention of heading to the bedroom, but unfortunately sway on my feet, and begin to fall, heading straight for the pool. Oh, no. I try to brace myself, but instead of the pool, I fall into my husband’s arms, strong and restrictive.
“That’s enough for the night.” He carries me in his arms, bridal style, and walks away from the chaos unfolding.
I might as well have fallen into the pool, because he’s just as dangerous.
“You need to sober up, or you’ll have the worst headache tomorrow, but you seem to know all about it, don’t you? Ms Second Year at Oxford, who messed with her T.A.” He says as he perches me on the stool in the kitchen.
“Sit,” he warns and walks around to the fridge.
I scoff, annoyed, “Are you pissed that I’m not the Virgin Mary you thought I was? What are you going to do? Kill every man I’ve fucked?”
“Well, that’s a nice idea. Care to give me a list?” He grins as he places a bottle of water before me and orders, “Drink.”
I chug the water quickly until the bottle is empty, and even then, I need more. He smiles and passes me another bottle. I almost finished that, too.
My mind feels covered in cobwebs, so I blink, confused, “What were we talking about?”
“You were gonna give me a list, you could start with the first man.” He offers, watching me like a movie.
I scoff and puff my cheeks as I show him pieces of myself I should keep hidden. “I was sixteen, he was nineteen, and my Dad killed him on the spot. My broken hymen wasn’t the only blood there. Now, let’s talk about things. What do you say to a dry-humping session between us?”
He blinks, surprised, and gets up. He takes my hand and pulls me up. Then, he leads me up the stairs, still silent.
I grin, “We do need privacy for that.”
“You’re going to bed, Scarlett. You’ve had a long day, and it’s not even three in the afternoon.” His tone is devoid of warmth as he shuts the bedroom door behind us.
I pull away from him, insulted, “I don’t need your pity, Roman, so fuck off with that. You can either let me dryhump, something I guarantee we’ll both enjoy or let’s go back to not talking.”
I flop on the bed loudly and almost hit my head, but he shields me easily.
His face is covered with emotions, mouth twisted, eyes clouded, nose scrunched, then he whispers, “I don’t want to be something you’ll regret.”
Surprise flickers through me, and my chest caves in, “You’ll always be something I’ll regret, Roman.”
He nods, mouth in a firm line, and runs his gaze over my body like a touch. Heat flares in me, and desire pools in my lower belly. I want him to touch me. I want to touch him, now, only now. This is a perfect time to give in to what I feel, what I need. I can have an excuse later and say I only wanted him because I was high.
“This swimsuit is a sin, Scarlett,” he says, leaning down and touching the strap.
Goosebumps break over my skin, and I push my chest towards him, hunger spiking through my body.
“You want this?” he whispers, searching my eyes.
I nod, wanton, “Yes, yes.”
He settles on the bed beside me and grabs me by the hips. His touch burns my skin as he settles me on his thigh. He’s wearing thin shorts, and I can feel his length through them. The fabric of my swimsuit is so thin and soaked.
“Get yourself off, baby,” he orders, leaning backwards.
I grab on to his shoulders, spread my legs and slowly grind myself down on him.
I shudder with a gasp as his tip presses against my clit, hot and throbbing. He groans and grabs onto my waist, digging his fingers in as I continue the motion, desperately taking what I need from him. I don’t kiss him, or let him kiss me. I only continuously grind my wet cunt on his hard dick.
Moans spill out of me. I hold on to his shoulder hard, then lean backwards, moving my hips with finesse.
I’ll regret this in the morning.
“Fuck, baby,” he whimpers as I cry out, ascending upwards, about to fall into the bottomless pit of a power orgasm.
He grazes his finger against my swollen clit, and I seize immediately, cumming hard, crying as I do. I bite my tongue to muffle the sound and climb off him, not caring about his orgasm. This doesn’t make us even, not in the least, and I’m not about to have any conversation.
I wrap the sheets around myself and pretend to fall asleep.
I hear him get up, go to the bathroom, and wank.
I fall asleep to my name on his lips as he cums hard.