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ScarlettThe red of the blood was a shocking view against my pale fingers. My fingers trembled as much as my lips and my eyes watered with unshed tears. This could not be happening.Had I finally lost everything I had dear? Not even this one could stay? Heartache like nothing I had ever felt before rend through me. I didn't bother trying to stop my sobs. The knock on the door seemed like a noise from a hazy dream. Nothing seemed real anymore.“Scarlett. Open up.” Came the muffled sound and knocking. I curled tighter against the floorboards, tears streaming hot down my face, soaking into my sleeve. The pounding on the door only grew louder, more insistent, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe properly past the raw sobs tearing through me.“Scarlett!” Harley’s voice broke through the haze, muffled but fierce. “Open up!”When I didn’t answer, the door burst open with a crash, slamming against the wall. Harley’s eyes darted over me, her face blanching at the sight of the crimson

ScarlettI felt drawn to him, as if a rope was tied to my chest and he was softly tugging at it. My heart thumped so violently in my chest I thought it might leap out and betray me. My pulse echoed in my ears, drowning out every other sound. I could barely hear my own ragged breaths.He leaned back slowly, his hand withdrawing from me at last and a low chuckle slipped past his lips. Blinking out of my semi-daze, I stared at him, stunned. He was dangerously beautiful; an enthralling kind. He was the kind of guy that would make one sin and go to hell willingly. The corner of his mouth lifted slowly and I caught myself. I was falling into another daze. My eyes landed on his and his danced with amusement as they watched my every move.There was something intimate about how we were alone together. It gutted me but I didn't know what to do about the ambience. Dining privately with your slave master was totally unconventional. Yet, I was here.“You tremble as though I intend to devour you,”

Scarlett An elegant yet understated dress that embodied all her curves was selected for me. I glanced at myself in the mirror, adjusting a stray braid and taking a moment to gather my nerves. He hadn't noticed my belly bump. When he had told me to leave my undergarments, taking everything else off, I had resisted with the excuse of not feeling comfortable in a man's presence. He had stared at me with bored downsizing eyes and said the obvious.“I'm gay. And I don't in any way find you attractive nor do I have any business doing such.”I had blushed in embarrassment, knowing that what he said was a fact. But there was no other way to escape his scrutiny. He had found his way around things and gotten the dress on me. Now I stood, almost not recognizing my own reflection, waiting for the unknown.Soon, there was a soft knock on the door and my heart skipped a beat. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Lord Cardan was standing on the other side, looking extremely dashing in a two

Scarlett Goosebumps covered my entire skin as he held my hand in his. Our eyes were locked for several intense seconds and an undeniable sexual tension built between us. I quickly slipped my hand from his and muttered, “I’ll be just a moment… I feel pressed.”He responded with a deep chuckle, resonating in my mind and sending a thrilling shiver down my spine. I fought the devil inside me just so I could tear my eyes from his enticing lips. The dampness between my thighs had gotten so wet I was almost sure he could get a whiff of the scent of my arousal. I rushed off before he could say anything else, my heels clicking against the marble floor of the entryway as I made straight for the restroom.My whole body felt too hot and restless. I pressed my palm to my chest, as if that could still my racing heart. When I finally lifted my gaze to the mirror, I froze.My pupils were blown wide, the dark centers of my eyes nearly swallowing the color whole. My lips were flushed, parted as if I

ScarlettHis hand pressed gently against the small of my back as he guided me protectively out of the event. I had kept quiet through all his questions. I didn't trust myself to be able to talk without bursting into tears. Yes, I had cried in front of strangers. But in front of him, crying meant I was admitting my weakness and the way he had licked my tears off my face had confirmed to me that crying more would be a wrong move. I was yet to recover from the effects of his having his hot tongue trail my skin. I was a mix of emotions. A mess.I wanted to get laid but then, I was angry and still reasonably clear headed enough to know that everything was wrong about this.I waited for him in the car as he made a few quick rounds, saying an early goodbye to his now drunk and lust filled counterparts. I could vividly smell the arousal in the air and I knew that they could be sprawled on the floor soon fucking each other like rabbits in a gangbang.I exhaled shakily, pressing my forehead a