Novels by Scarlett Cyn

"Nice chair." Her words break the stillness between us."Do you agree now that it's a classy gift?""Something like that," she says."Classy as fu –" I start to say, but she interrupts me."That's going to wind up being the baby's first word.""We're in the bedroom," I say. "It doesn't count.""Mm-hmm," she murmurs, her breath long and low."You know, this chair is good for lots of other positions," I point out helpfully."Oh, is it, now?" she asks.Since she asked, I take the opportunity to show her.Later, Kate breathes in deeply, her head snug on the pillow next to me, my hand lingering protectively on her belly. We're supposed to be at a cake taste-testing appointment in twenty minutes, something that's apparently uber-important, but Kate fell asleep after we broke in the new chair twice. With how exhausted she's been lately, I felt like it was better to be late to the appointment and let her sleep.The past few weeks, she's been tossing and turning at night, more and more uncomfo

DorianMy fiancé.My soon-to-be-wife.Katherine Harrison.The formerly stuck-up, too-nerdy-for-her-own-good girl from Brighton Academy who used to be the only thing about high school I'd look forward to every day. God, how I loved to get a rise out of her back then – I'd do anything I could to get those cheeks to flush bright red from embarrassment.And back then, that happened on a daily basis.Who would have thought that Katherine Harrison would be pregnant with my child? And that she would be marrying me in a few short weeks?Who would have thought that Katherine Harrison would be sitting astride my rigid cock, grinding her pussy against me as my hands caress her swollen breasts?She complains of their soreness, the fact that they've gotten several cup sizes larger in the past few months, and moans when I touch them now.Whether she's vocalizing pain or pleasure, I'm not quite sure.She rocks slowly on my cock, the movement subtle. Her pussy is swollen now, because of the pregnancy

KATEDorian laughs. "If I'd had known how hot this would be, I would have tried to knock you up a long time ago.""Classy," I say, the word more of a murmur than anything coherent as he slides his hand over my chest, cupping my breast through the fabric of my shirt."What's that, Angel?" Dorian asks. He runs his thumb across my nipple. It comes to attention underneath my bra, the response immediate. "If you think that was classy, you're going to love your gift."I inhale sharply through my teeth as he slides his finger underneath the top of my bra. "We said no gifts," I remind him. "The wedding…and the baby…""Yes?" he asks, looking at me as his finger continues to work its magic, stroking my nipple. He loves to tease me, knowing that my breasts are even more sensitive as the pregnancy goes on."We agreed…those were our gifts…" My breath is short, my words punctuated with little inhales as he continues to touch me. He smiles knowingly, aware of the fact that I'm wet for him, knowing t

KATE"Merry Effing Christmas."The sound of Dorian's voice cuts through the quiet stillness of the Boston apartment, and I smile.That voice.His voice.I haven’t gotten tired of hearing it yet, not once in the past four years since we’ve officially been together.It feels warm. It feels like home.Even if that voice is saying something like Merry Effing Christmas. The effing part is actually kind of endearing, since Dorian has been making an attempt to tone down his filthy mouth before the baby gets here.That’s right–I'm pregnant. With Dorian Reed's baby.Never in my life did I think I would be speaking those words.When I was in high school, if anyone would have told me that Dorian Reed, Brighton Academy’s Manwhore Extraordinaire, would end up being my husband, I'd have doubled over with laughter.Scratch that. I’d have probably slapped the person who said something that obscene.I’d say I used to hate Dorian Reed, but that would be an understatement. Back in high school, that boy

KatherineWe’re in Bali.Just when I think things can’t get any better, Dorian goes and does something like this. A surprise trip to Bali.It’s crazy and wonderful. But so is my life now. I have a life that’s better than I could have ever dreamed. It turns out that the gallery exhibit three years ago was just the beginning. My sketches and paintings have been selling well. I’m not exactly making millions of dollars, but I’m making enough money to do art full-time now that I’ve graduated from college, and that makes me indescribably happy.My father wasn’t thrilled about the whole art thing, but he’s come around. We’re cordial, and that’s good enough. He’s decided not to run for President, after all.He’s even been talking about retiring from politics altogether.I guess sometimes people do change.Dorian and I are both living proof of that. Dorian isn’t the person he was when we fell in love...and hate...that summer in New Hampshire. He’s grown up, into someone I’m proud to stand besi

DorianThree Years Later"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" she asks, her hand on her hip."Seriously, how do I even know that I've packed appropriately?"I shake my head. "Sorry, my lips are sealed," I tell her. "Do you trust me?"She puts her finger to the corner of her mouth and pretends to think for a minute."Hmm. That's debatable."Sliding my arms around her waist, I kiss her gently on the tip of her nose, before moving down to her full lips. Her mouth parts and I kiss her hungrily, my cock stirring as soon as my tongue enters her.I have to pull back and look at her for a minute. I can hardly believe my luck, being with Kate. When I saw her three years ago, standing there in the gallery surrounded by all of the sketches of me, I knew that was it. It was meant to be.That sounds corny as hell, but there you are.I’m a changed man, and it’s all Kate’s doing.I didn’t believe in happily ever afters. Lord knows that Ella has never been a great model for that. She’s back

GageI hear the screaming as soon as the elevator doors open. I take off down the hall, determined to get to my girl. The door is locked, but I don’t let that stop me. I kick it open and nearly trip over Aubrey’s stepmother’s prone body. Steve Nelson is pounding at what I assume is the bathroom door while Aubrey screams at him to go away.Nelson doesn’t notice me at first and I’m able to take him by surprise. I turn him by the shoulder and slam my fist into his face, breaking his nose. I punch him over and over again, exacting punishment that he rightfully deserves. My vision goes red when he pulls a gun from his waistband; I knock it from his inexperienced hands and deliver a jaw-crunching punch that knocks him out.“G-Gage, is that you?” Aubrey’s frightened voice is enough to make me want to deliver another beating to the bastard who dared to touch what is mine.“Princess, open the door.”In less than a second she flies through the door and into my arms. She clings to me like she’s

AubreyI’m relieved when Gage doesn’t push to stay. I know he wanted to argue, but he relented. This dinner already isn’t going to be pleasant; having Gage irritate my mother further wouldn’t help matters at all.“I ordered room service. It should be here any moment.”I paste on a happy smile. “Thank you.”“Well, someone has to force you to stick to your diet. I’m very disappointed with your choices lately. First, you make a fool of yourself in front of the paparazzi, and then you go off your diet. You’ve probably gained two pounds since I last saw you.”I look to my feet. “I’m sorry, Mom, it’s just been a stressful time. I’ll do better.”“And cancelling your fitting and Miss Magazine. That’s unacceptable. People are talking and nothing they are saying is favorable. You’ve tarnished your reputation by being seen with that oaf of a man. You need to be seen dating someone on your level, not some low-brow bodyguard.”“Gage isn’t just a bodyguard, he owns his own company. He’s a good man.

“Whoever hired him must have decided he was too much of a loose cannon and decided his obsession was too deep to give up the idea of being with Aubrey and so they turned him in.”“Do we know where the money was transferred from?”“That’s the curious thing, the money came from Aubrey Campbell’s account.”Aubrey is busy chatting with Ted as he cleans the makeup from her face. I slip out of the room to continue our conversation.“What the fuck? That’s not possible.” I don’t believe it. Aubrey would never perpetuate something like that. It’s obvious she’s scared of the man. She may be a good actress but there is no way she could fake that level of fear. The pictures the police took of her injuries after showed the truth. I don’t doubt for a second that she had nothing to do with this. Someone set her up. “Keep digging. Aubrey didn’t hire Nelson.”“I hear you, boss.”“Have you made any progress finding the bastard?”“No, he’s completely ghosted.”“Keep me posted.” I end the call just as Au

Despite my hold, Gage moves up my body until his cock is resting between my pussy lips. I rock up into him, rubbing myself against him, but it’s not enough to send me over the edge.Gage crushes his lips to mine and I can taste myself on him. It’s dirty and sexy at the same time. I’m so distracted by the kiss that it takes me by surprise when he starts to push his thick cock inside me. I break away from the kiss and pant as he stretches me to my limits. Before I’m ready, he pushes deep, ripping through my virginity. I cry out in pain and tears prick my eyes.“Such a good girl taking Daddy’s cock.”It hurts, and I tell him so. He licks my tears away as he starts to move within me. “I know, princess. Daddy is big and you’re tiny.”He puts his fingers to my lips and orders me to suck. Once his fingers are wet, he reaches between our bodies and presses against my clit. With every thrust, he rubs my sensitive nub until the pain of losing my virginity is replaced by pleasure. The orgasm tha

Aubrey stands frozen just staring as the reporter asks questions rapid fire. “Get the fuck out of the way,” I say, shouldering my way through the crowd. Aubrey snaps out of whatever trance she was in and quickens her step to keep up with me. The flashbulbs and questions don’t stop until we are safely ensconced in the back of the car.“Sorry about that. They always manage to find me whenever I’m out. I should have warned you.”“It’s not your fault, princess. Are you okay?”“Oh, yeah. I’m used to them asking all kinds of questions. Pregnancy is a new one though…” She worries her lip between her teeth. She won’t say it, but I know that one bothered her. She told me that she hadn’t given away her v-card—her words, not mine—yet because she wanted it to be with someone special.“They are just trying to sell magazines. Don’t let it get to you.”“I know, you’re right… it’s just… I don’t like the idea of people thinking of me that way. That I would cheat on Brent… that I would get pregnant wit

Gage“Do we have to go out?” Aubrey asks again, a slight whine in her voice.I spank her ass in warning. “I already told you, yes. I’m taking you out on a proper date.”“But I’d rather stay here…” Her eyes flick toward the bedroom and I know exactly what my horny girl wants. We spent the afternoon cuddled on the couch watching reruns of Highway Thru Hell. I was shocked when Aubrey picked the show; I figured she’d want to watch some kind of trashy reality TV show or sitcom. She shyly admitted she’s a reality TV junky, but that she prefers things like Hoarders and Ice Road Truckers.She spent two hours wiggling around on my lap and not so subtly letting me know she wanted me to fuck her. When I told her no, she pouted.“Dinner first,” I say, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. “Then we will come back here, and I will bury my cock in your virgin pussy.”Her eyes glaze over at that and she licks her lips. “O-okay. Dinner, then…” She waves her hand in