SCARLETT“I want to formally ask for your permission to date Scarlett,” Damien declared out of nowhere, and my eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets in shock.What!“He didn’t just say what I think he said,” Aurora spoke from beside me, sounding just as awestruck as I felt.“Oh, I think he did,” Maeve responded.“Aiden is so going to kill him,” Aurora chipped in again.I couldn’t even bring myself to speak at that point because my mind was running in wheels and I couldn’t seem to gather my thoughts enough to form a coherent sentence. It was so unexpected that I felt like my brain froze for a moment.What did he mean by that?Was he serious?It felt like the world turned upside down, and I was left feeling confused and unsure. I didn’t know whether to believe him or if he was just messing with me.But at the same time, here he was, in The Vault which wasn’t his territory, standing right in front of my brother, his arch-nemesis, telling him— no asking him for permission to date me.Do
SCARLETT“I said STOP!” I screamed, plunging the entire room into silence.My voice echoed through the room, cutting through the chaos like a knife. For a moment, everything seemed to freeze in place as all eyes turned to me, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief.Aiden’s fist hung midway in the air, his eyes widening in realization as he registered who stood before him.“Scarlett?” he exclaimed, his voice laced with incredulity. “What the hell?”I stared at my brother right in the eye, shielding Damien from his brutality any further.“You are not going to hurt Damien anymore,” Tears streamed down my cheeks as I spoke to him, trying to get him to stop as I tried to shield Damien from further harm.“Move. Now!” Aiden ordered, his eyes blazing red like someone about to spit fire and brimstone.I squared my shoulders, meeting his gaze with steely determination.“I’m not moving,” I declared defiantly, my voice trembling with emotion. “I’m not going to let you kill Damien.”Aiden
SCARLETTAs the days went by, I couldn’t shake off what happened at the club.It felt like it just happened yesterday, even though it’s been a whole week. Aiden has been acting differently since then. His demeanor had shifted, his usual warmth replaced by a distant coldness that left me feeling isolated and alone. He’s been quiet and distant, like there’s a wall between us now.Our conversations used to be easy, but now they’re awkward and strained. It’s like we’re both tiptoeing around the elephant in the room. With each passing day, the tension between us just gets heavier.Now that we’re heading home for the semester break and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. Normally, Aiden and I would stay behind at school, keeping watch over the family business in this part of the country.It was routine for us, almost like a second nature.But this time, our parents had insisted that we return home for the break. It was unusual, and it left me wondering why.Why the sudden change in
DAMIENMy blood boiled with rage as I stared at the group of guys that just entered the party. Fucking Aiden and his guys. My fingers tightened around the cup in my hand before I drank the content in a go and I started making my way towards them."I think you should chill," a hand suddenly appeared in front of me, stopping my movement, "it's a party," my friend Sam continued, "they can attend the party because it's not ours.""No, they can't," I spat out angrily, "this party is being held in our territory, bastards from the Brotherhood are not welcomed here and I'm not going to stay back and allow them just waltz into this party.""One would think that from years of interacting with civilized people, you'd have learned a thing or two about manners and interacting with humans but it seemed like we thought wrong."That bastard Aiden was suddenly in my face, a smug and unbothered expression on his face as he spat out those words that made me lunge for an
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