SCARLETTOh no no no! I was panicking as I turned my room upside down in search of that one thing that I couldn't afford to lose or misplace. If it fell into the wrong hands... God! I couldn't start to imagine what'd happen if it fell into the wrong hands. The mortification. If anyone should find out I had that side to myself, if they should have the tiniest idea what I had scribbled in that journal, I'd be too mortified to live on. And I wasn't even joking. I groaned harshly as I turned my pink bag inside out but it wasn't there. I had misplaced it.I've lost it. I've always protected the journal as if my life depended on it; my life did depend on it. That was why I've always carried it with me anywhere I was going because I felt it was safer to do so. I've never liked the idea of not being where my journal was and that was why I couldn't leave it behind in my new room in my new hostel when it was just the first week of resumption. And so I t
SCARLETTI didn’t want to go. I thought about what would happen if I didn’t, I thought of what would happen if he should reveal the contents of the journal to everyone. I thought of telling Aiden and asking for his help in catching whoever was blackmailing me with my journal but that’d mean my brother knew that dark side about me and I didn’t…It’d kill me to have him know that about me. He has always seen me as his princess, as a sheltered princess who loves sunsets and parks and candies, he didn’t have to know that I was messed up in the head. That I was so screwed up that the only thing that gets me was fantasizing about having deranged and wicked things done to me in the name of sex. So here I was, ringing the doorbell of the address that Psycho had given me. I had no idea what I was walking into, I had no idea who he was… I was aware of the stakes and danger here. He could be a psycho, he could hurt me greatly, he could kill me…The door opened and my hand instinctively tighte
SCARLETTHe stroked the sensitive skin of my neck and I bit my lower lip till I tasted blood to keep the moan back in. How could his finger against my skin feel so good, so pleasurable that it made me wonder how it’d feel if he was touching me in other places? Private places.“You look so excited,” he continued, his fingers dipping lower and lower till they were grazing my cleavage, “are you that happy about the prospect of living out one of your fantasies.”Living out one of my fantasies... That sounded wrong, yet so right. It was what I wanted, what I needed. Maybe I thought it’d get to this when he asked me to come here. That dirty, tainted part of me must have anticipated this. “I don't know what you’re talking about,” I managed in a strained voice even though my thoughts were already going haywire and my brain was getting turned into mush from the way he was touching my body.Like he had more control of my body than I'd ever have.“Ohh, but you do,” his voice sounded like he w
SCARLETTIf someone had asked me at the beginning of the day how I’d be spending my night, being tied up to a bad post, stripped naked and blindfolded wouldn’t have crossed my mind one bit.But here I was in the exact position, naked like the day I was born and bound up to the bed with my legs spread wide apart on the bed of a complete strangers like slut, my core in direct eye contact with him.As a mafia princess, and as a lady there were so many things wrong with me being this way. It was extremely degrading being in this position. This was the worst scenario anyone could find me in.And what’s worse, I was utterly turned on by it, my center dripping with nectar and my clit pulsating with need.He could see all of it.I hated that I was turned on, hated how my body was reacting to all this.Hated how much I wanted this.And God! I wanted it so much.I was still quivering from the soul-crushing orgasm I just experienced by his finger, just his fingers. Even my fingers couldn’t give
SCARLETTAs the first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, I slowly blinked my eyes open, grogginess clinging to my senses like a heavy fog. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I found myself disoriented, trying to piece together the fragments of the night before.What the hell happened? Where am I?My gaze swept across the room, taking in the familiar surroundings that seemed somehow foreign in the dim light of morning. And then, as if a switch had been flipped, the memories came flooding back, crashing over me like a tidal wave.Me being tied to the bed, blind-folded and spread out like a whore.The masked stranger's touch.His lips on my skin.His tongue lapping at my core and drawing out a mind-blowing orgasm from me, over and over again till I passed out.Fuck!An intense sensations sent shivers down my spine, and a rush of exhilaration mingled with a tinge of embarrassment.Turning my head slightly, I realized I was no longer bound to the bedpost. Then, I looked down, an
DAMIENThe thumping bass reverberated through the walls of the nightclub, drowning out the loud laughter and clinking glasses of Sam and the rest of the guys.I wasn’t with them. I was in the secluded confines of my executive lounge, lost in a world of my own.The girl— I can’t even remember her name— knelt before me, her head bobbing up and down as she tirelessly worked my dick with her mouth, trying to pleasure me. Her movements were rhythmic, almost mechanical, and as much as I tried to, I couldn't seem to lose myself in the moment.Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Scarlett Castle, the girl’s eager face morphing into hers.I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel if it were Scarlett kneeling between my thighs, her soft lips wrapping around my dick and working me with a hunger that matched my own.Fuck! I groaned out.The girl moaned against my hard member, thinking she was the reason for my response. I ignored her, allowing my mind to wander back to Scarlett.My
SCARLETTThe weekend has finally rolled in, and after a grueling week of classes, my friends and I were eager to let loose and hit the town.As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over our apartment, we gathered in the bedroom, each of us going about our pre-party rituals.I sat on the edge of my bed, slipping on a pair of sleek black heels, their sharp points clicking against the hardwood floor. I was dressed in a form-fitting black dress that accentuated my curves and complimented it with bold, smoky eyes and a deep burgundy lip that made me feel surge of confidence.My dark hair cascaded in loose waves down my back, framing my face in soft tendrils.Aurora stood before the mirror, her reflection bathed in the soft glow of vanity lights as she adjusted the straps of her daring red dress, her long, blonde curls cascading down her back in perfect waves as she twisted and turned to check herself out.With bold, smoky eyes and a deep crimson lip, she looked every bit t
SCARLETTI tossed and turned in my bed, completely restless.The sheets tangled around my limbs as I tried in vain to find a comfortable position. Sleep eluded me, my mind consumed by thoughts of the stranger and the electrifying moment we shared. Each time I closed my eyes, his touch haunted me, igniting a fire within me that refused to be extinguished no matter how much I tried.As I laid there, my body thrummed with so much need and anticipation, memories of our time together flooded my mind like a relentless wave. I could hear his voice, low and husky, whispering words of desire that sent shivers down my spine."You like that, don't you?"His voice echoed in my mind, sending a delicious thrill coursing through me."You're so wet for me, baby. I can feel how much you want it."My cheeks flushed at the memory of his words, the heat of his breath against my ear as he whispered promises of a mind-blowing and toe-curling pleasure. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, intense and