His finger traced a line along my pussy, making me shiver.
“My little slut is still so wet for me. I think I should take care of this little pussy, don’t you? Then I’ll take care of this too.” He knocked the plug. “You can’t stop me from taking whatever I want, can you?”
I shook my head. No part of me wanted to. Not even after I’d sobbed my heart out. The memories of the past no longer clung to my skin. West had torn my suffering out of my mind, laid it bare for both of us to see. He set me free, just like he told me he would. He exposed the burden I carried. The burden I’d thrown away. This place couldn’t hurt me. It couldn’t do a single thing any longer.
“I’m going to take all of your little holes, my dirty whore, and I’m going to make them mine.”
He reached over and stroked the scars he’d given me.
“Tell me who you belong to.”
I swallowed hard.
“I belong to War.”
His deviant smile was the only warning I got before West did what he did best.
Broke me to fix me all over again.
Forty Six
West
Had it hurt me to go through this experience with Scarlett? Of course, it fucking had. I purged my pain right alongside her as she cried and screamed behind her gag. It poured out of me with the memory of the night she fell crowding my brain. The way she shook and struggled against me, experiencing it all over again was horrifying but necessary. We both had to go through it together so we could finally lay our demons to rest.
I stared down at my woman, my fingers resting on her scars as her chest heaved with her harsh breaths. My little warrior had come into her own, proving once and for all just how strong she was. How she endured no matter what was thrown at her.
My goddess. The light of my life. How I fucking love you with every part of me.
There was no one else in this world who understood me like Scarlett. No one else loved me the way she could. My destiny was right here with her.
Her beautiful eyes were bloodshot from her tears, but she stared up at me with so much love, trust and affection, it threatened to undo me.
“Remember, we’re forever, little Scar.”
I straightened and undid my clothes, freeing my aching dick. One hand went to her knee, and the other wrapped around my cock. I pressed the head of it to her wet entrance, teasing her with it. She let out a little whimper but didn’t move. She didn’t try to force me to give her what she wanted. How I loved her all the more for her patience. I could see her need in her eyes. The desperation to feel the connection between us. She didn’t have to worry. I would give her the world because she deserved it.
Pressing forward, I slid inside her, taking it achingly slow. Too fucking slow. I let out a breath, trying not to feel so fucking overwhelmed by the pleasure of this moment. The feeling of contentment and belonging washed over me from being with her like this. It was breaking me apart on the inside in the best fucking way possible. Every inch she took knitted those shattered pieces together. My little Scar made me whole again.
Her mouth parted on a little exhale when I was fully encased inside her sweet, wet little pussy. She pulsed around me. A small smile played on my lips at the deviancy in her eyes. I placed my hands down on either side of her head, leaning over her delicious little body.
“Desperate, are we? Do you want me to fuck you until you’re crying all over again?”
“Please.”
“Dirty girl.”
“I’m your dirty girl.”
“Mmm, yes, you are mine.”
I lifted one hand and stroked her neck with my finger, making her shudder. Pushing myself upright, I gripped the backs of her thighs, pressing them against her chest. Then I pulled back and slammed inside her, making her yelp. There was no reprieve. My thrusts grew ever harder, the pace I set leaving her panting and crying from the intensity.
“Fuck, yes, West, please, fuck, don’t stop.”
The bond between us flared as we stared at each other. The heat and raw passion reformed our souls, entwining them together the way they were always meant to be.
This place had once broken us. Now, it would cement us forever. Scarlett and I as one.
“Mmm, my dirty little slut is taking it so fucking well. You’re such a good little slut for me, aren’t you? Your pussy loves my cock.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
My eyes darted towards the city. The light was creeping along the edges of the horizon. Dawn was breaking on us and I couldn’t think of a more perfect moment than this.
My attention went back to Scarlett. I gripped her throat in one hand. Her eyes flared with heat.
“My fist is your necklace.”
Then I tugged her upright, sitting myself on the blanket with the movement. Scarlett settled her knees on either side of my legs so she could ride me. I kept her steady with my hand around her neck.
“That’s it, show me how much you want it.” I ran my tongue up the side of her face, licking away her tears. “Show me you want my cock, slut.”
She rode me harder, whimpering with each movement. I could feel the vibrations of her little sounds against my palm.
Such perfection. You were made for me, little Scar. A goddess to ride through the world with me.
“Good girl. You’re my good little slut. I think you deserve a reward.”
My free hand dug between us, my fingers circling her clit. She moaned with the movement, pressing against me as she rode my dick.
“Mmm, come for me. I’m going to make you clean it when you’re done. Then you know what’ll happen next.”
She whimpered with her agreement. She fucking knew. I’d promised to fuck all her little holes. I planned on seeing it through.
“West,” she cried when she came, her body trembling and bucking against mine.
Her head fell back, her eyes closing as it washed over her. The beauty of this woman as she climaxed was indescribable. My goddess was everything, and so much more. The depth of my devotion to her couldn’t be explained. I would endure the worst life had to throw at me as long as I had Scarlett.
I pulled her off me when she was spent, then forced her head down to my dick. She opened her eyes and looked up at me, her tongue darting out to circle the head. Her mouth opened and enclosed over it a moment later, making me groan. My hand gripped her braid, not to force her, I just needed something to hold on to. Needed to touch my beautiful girl to remind me she was here. She was mine.
After she’d cleaned my dick of her cum, she sat up and waited for me to move. To put her in the position I wanted. I turned her around, unlocked her cuffs, then put her on her hands and knees.
“You’re going to stay right there and take it like a good little slut,” I told her as I pulled out the plug from her tight little hole.