Novel & Cerita Scarlet Desire

My heart is hammers against my chest. I hate this. I hate my love for him. I hate what it has made me become. I lied to my alpha. To my friends. I ran from my pack. Sneaked away from my home. I put myself in danger as a lone wolf, following a cold lead. For what? Two glowing embers that tell me I am too late. I pull my hand back from the grass and stare at the moisture shining in the moonlight. My lips tremble. I feel a trembling lurch in my chest, as if something inside me is trying to get out, trying to get away.

I’d admit that I wanted him to touch it…more. Clearing my throat, I said, “Of course, why won’t I be? I just wish the rain would stop soon.” From the corner of my eyes, I could see Manny scowling at my words. I wanted him to leave and maybe then I would get my fucking fried hormones in order and get the key for the preacher, the boss of the Motorcycle club. Without warning, I felt his fingers trail up and unzipped my pants, flittering underneath to grab my cock that was as hard as steel for both him and Stephanie.

She whimpered. Isabelle knew what she wanted, hell she couldn't have controlled herself even if she wanted to. She unbuttoned his slacks in haste, her eyes taking in the bulge under the material. He was big—far bigger than Dylan in every aspect. She helped him out of the pants, her eyes hungrily staring at the object of her scorching desires.

Was she becoming a wild animal? Scarlet didn’t want to hurt anyone. Rationally, she tried to stop herself. But physically, something was taking over her. It was rising, from her toes, her legs, through her torso, to the crown of her head and to the tips of her fingers. It was a desire. An unstoppable, unquenchable desire. It was overwhelming her thoughts, telling her what to think, how to act. Suddenly, Scarlet detected something: in the distance, somewhere behind her, a group of Roman soldiers were chasing after her. Her new, hyper-sensitive hearing alerted her to the sound of their sandals slapping on the stone. She already knew, even though they were blocks away.

“You dared to underestimate me? How many times will I have to warn you to stay away from Nicolas, huh? He is mine to have, mine to own, and not you!” Scarlet didn't say a word as she struggled to stand unafraid in front of Sally who pulled away from her. “You came here to see Nicolas, huh? For what exactly if I may ask? You came here so you could offer him your body for money, is that not it?” Sally chuckled. “No!” Scarlet shook her head. “So why then did you come to see him? Fuck, what do I even expect from a lady who got fucked and impregnated by two guys who were best friends, huh?” Sally smiled mischievously at her.

"I'm not sure if you would give it to me that easily..." Scarlett was beyond horny and too desperate for Jacob's damn mind games. She needed cock, and impatiently smiled. "Tell me what it is." Jacob smirked. "Tell me that you were wrong and wanted me all along. Admit it to me. Admit that you find me sexy and desire me." Scarlett opened and then closed her mouth. She wanted to ride on her orgasm and decided it was better to be truthful. "Fine... I wanted you and find you attractive—I love your cock, Jacob. Are you happy now?"

“You… you can’t… Izel… he loves me…” Cyd’s grin was slow, wicked, teasing, cruel. “Ah… your Izel. Yes… he loves you. He cannot resist you. And now… I get to feel… a shadow of that. I get to understand why he chose you. And maybe… just maybe… I’ll taste what he left behind.” Scarlet trembled violently, fear and unwanted desire coiling tight in her stomach. She tried to pull away, tried to scream, but he was already on her, fingers tracing along her jaw, down her neck, brushing the soft skin of her chest.

Scarlet screamed in pleasure, her eyes rolling back. From the corner of her eye, Scarlet noticed the slightly ajar door. She was aware that the people downstairs could hear her moans and gasps of pleasure. She grabbed her breasts, massaging and pinching her nipples. She was shameless in bed, something Arnulfo loved about her. He didn’t care if someone saw or heard them having sex. In fact, it was one of Scarlet’s fantasies—to be watched while having sex. Luckily, Arnulfo was always game for it.

“Oh, thank God.“ Scarlet hissed bitterly, then turned away, shame and anger bubbling inside her. They should have just let her die! She didn’t want pity. She didn’t want comfort. She wanted only Sebastian. She wanted her life back. “Sweetheart, why?” her mother whispered. “Why would you do this to yourself?” Scarlet’s lips parted, but no words came. She had nothing to say. How could she explain the emptiness, the rage, the obsession that consumed her? That Kourtney had taken everything, and Scarlet had nothing left: nothing but the burning need to reclaim what was hers.

Whenever someone brought me one of her belongings, and I smelled her sweet honey scent, he would howl forlornly over his lost mate, and my chest would ache like someone had their foot on sternum. Whatever, he would get over it. We would get over it. But that didn’t mean I was going to sit back and let Sarah fuck around with other men. What gave her the balls to think she could just move on with her life? “He put his hands on me!” Scarlet screeched. “He held me by the neck!” I rubbed my temples. Scarlet was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman in the pack, but her theatrics were tiresome, and when she complained it made my head throb. I looked at her neck. She looked fine to me.