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56: Home, Here We Come
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PREYS OF THE BAD BOYS One: Sworn Enemies
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
PREYS OF THE BAD BOYS Two: Blackamailed!
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
PREYS OF THE BAD BOYS Three: In The Psycho’s Den
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
PREYS OF THE BAD BOYS Four: Unhinged Prey
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
PREYS OF THE BAD BOYS Five: Wrecked by his tongue
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
PREYS OF THE BAD BOYS Six: Satiated
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
PREYS OF THE BAD BOYS Seven: Thinking about her
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
PREYS OF THE BAD BOYS Eight: Maybe you wish it was you
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
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PREYS OF THE BAD BOYS 56: Home, Here We Come
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
PREYS OF THE BAD BOYS 55: Did You Sleep With Him?
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
PREYS OF THE BAD BOYS 54: Stop
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
PREYS OF THE BAD BOYS 53: We’ve touched already
DAMIENAs Sam and I sat in the car, parked just outside The Vault, the anticipation hung heavy in the air. Sam’s voice broke through the silence, pulling me back to the present moment.“You sure about this, Damien?” Sam’s tone was cautious, his eyes fixed on mine in the dim light of the car.I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what lay ahead. “Yeah, I have to do this,” I replied, my voice firm despite the uncertainty gnawing at my insides.Sam nodded slowly, understanding etched in his expression. “I get it, man. You really want her back,” he acknowledged, his words carrying a weight of resignation. “But, going through Aiden? Do you think that’s the best idea?”I chuckled wryly, the irony not lost on me.“Yeah, winning her back by conceding to a Royal asshole like Aiden Castle… not exactly my best option,” I admitted, running a hand through my hair in frustration. “But it’s the only way I know how to do it,” I added, my voice laced with core determination.“Well, good luck,” Sam
PREYS OF THE BAD BOYS 52: The Lion’s Den
SCARLETTAs we stepped out of the car, the thumping music hit us, making the whole street feel alive. The club sign lit up the place like a rainbow, and there was a line of people waiting to get in, all hyped up.The club itself looked cool, all shiny and metallic outside, with big bouncers checking IDs at the door. Inside, it was like stepping into a different world. Lights flashed everywhere, and the dance floor was packed with people moving to the beat.The place had different areas, each with its own vibe. Neon signs lit up the walls, and the air was thick with the smell of drinks and sweat. Bartenders were busy mixing cocktails and pouring shots.As we walked around, I couldn’t help but get caught up in the energy of the place. Everyone was having a blast, and it felt like the perfect place to forget about all my worries and just have a good time.“Scar, looks like you are actually having fun,” she stated with a grin, her sharp eye noticing my shifting mood, and I couldn’t help b
PREYS OF THE BAD BOYS 51: I'm Okay
SCARLETT“You mean more to me than you realize. What we had… what we have… it’s different.The echoes of Damien’s voice were still lingering in my mind, haunting me like a ghost from the past.It’s been three weeks since he came to see me in front of my lecture room, and I still couldn’t shake the memory of it, the way his gaze pierced through me as he spoke with a gentleness that took me by surprise.For a brief moment, I allowed myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, he cared about me in some small way. The way he looked at me, the way he spoke to me, the way he was so eager for me to listen to him— it all seemed so genuine, so sincere.But he wouldn’t stop trying to turn it on me, trying to gaslight and guilt trip me. And even after I left him, a part of me wanted to believe that he would learn the error of his ways and come back to seek me.But as the days passed and he failed to reach out to me again, reality came crashing down around me like a tidal wave, washing away any lin
PREYS OF THE BAD BOYS 50: Risking Everything
DAMIEN“Sam, I need you… Whoa!” I stopped short as I walked into Sam’s room unannounced, my words catching in my throat as I caught him smack in between fucking a lady.“What the fuck, dude!” Sam shrieked, covering up the girl beneath him. “Can’t you fucking knock?”My gaze shifted to the woman beside him, and recognition dawned on me. It was the same lady I had seen him making out with months ago, the one he called Emma.Only that she’s not Emma. She’s apparently another one of Scarlett’s friends, Maeve, I think.“What the hell are you still doing here?” Sam’s voice jerked me out of my thoughts. “Get the fuck out!” He pushed me out of the room, closing the door firmly behind him. I stood outside in the hallway, trying to gather my thoughts.Sam is also with someone from the other side?Okay, this just got fucked.After what felt like an eternity, Sam finally came out from his room with Maeve in tow. She gave me a once over, looking extremely unimpressed with me.I can’t say I didn’t
PREYS OF THE BAD BOYS 49: Lost her for good
DAMIENI haven’t slept a damn wink since that night with Scarlett. It’s like she’s taken up permanent residence in my mind, haunting my thoughts day and night. I thought cutting things off with her would make her fade away, but instead, she’s only become more vivid in my thoughts.I can’t stop replaying our time together, every laugh, every touch, every stolen moment. She’s imprinted on my mind, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t shake her loose. I wanted to distract myself, wanting to use other girls to fuck her out of my system, but I couldn’t bring myself to go through with it. Fuck, I can’t even bring myself to fuck another girl without thinking of her.It’s like she’s branded me, marked me as hers and hers alone.She’s ruined me for anyone else, and as much as I hate to admit it, I can’t see myself with anyone but her.I know I screwed things up royally with her, but I have to make things right. Calling her won’t cut it; she’s probably blocked my number by now. So, here I am,
PREYS OF THE BAD BOYS 48: We’ll get through this together
SCARLETT.The first time I was heartbroken was in Highschool.I had a huge crush on one of the seniors and a star athlete in the school, Jason. He found out I had a crush on him and asked me out, and I agreed, not knowing that it was a dare from his friends and teammates.They had dared him to take the virginity of the famous Mafia Princess.I had no idea of their plans and was literally about to give up my virginity for that idiot if not for Aiden walking into the room at that moment and beating Jason to a pulp. Apparently, Aurora had snitched on me, sneaking Jason into the house.Jason stopped speaking to me completely and I got so mad at my best friend and my brother for “ruining” my life. Now, I know they were trying to protect me.But look, I fell for the same mistake again, and this time, this bastard, Damien Hunter succeeded where Jason had failed back in High School. Took my virginity and discarded me like a fucking used tissue.I have never felt a heartbreak so intense in my
