OF SEDUCTION AND PANCAKES

CHAPTER FIVE

SCARLET

Fucking asshole, I swore as I tossed in the bed I was in.

I had just asked a question and he had almost bitten my head off.

I wondered who the fuck he thought he was to act like he had a stick up his ass.

Dutiful and quiet wife? I scoffed to myself

He might as well fucking tape my mouth or tie me up and be done with it.

Declan had not returned and it wasn’t like I wanted him to, I just had to know what the fuck was going on since I was now a member of their home.

Scarlet Doyle, I thought.

I would always be Scarlet Quinn no matter how idiotic my parents were. The curtains were drawn and the room remained dark which was the exact description of my life at the moment.

I wondered if Cillian would bite my head off again if I asked for a canvas to be brought in so I could paint or knit… it was also something I enjoyed doing.

I knew there was no way he was going to give me a phone for fear that I might notify the authorities although I knew they probably had half the police force in their pockets but it would not hurt to be careful with me.

I rose from the bed, pushing my feet into the slippers at the foot of my bed and walking out of the room. If I could not sleep, I might as well help myself to water from the kitchen instead of calling Maria who might be sleeping at the moment.

The walk to the kitchen took a while mainly because I was admiring the paintings on the wall.

It was a huge mansion and a lot of paintings.

I got into the kitchen and stopped in my stride as I heard it then.

The unmistakable sound of choking.

Someone was choking, I thought.

I followed the sound, right to the back where the food stuffs were packed and I stilled at the sight in front of me.

It was Cillian with his hands wrapped around the head of a blonde who was on her knees with his… cock in her mouth.

I realized then that she must have been the sound of choking I had heard.

Move Scarlet, my head rang out but my body outrightly disobeyed.

I remained rooted to the spot, watching the erotic swerve of his hips as he pounded into her mouth, in and out while she tried to take all of him.

“Fuck, wider baby… you can take it… you can take all of me” I heard him groan.

The moisture pooled between my legs and my breath hitched in my throat as I took a step back, knocking over something.

He raised his head then, his harsh gaze of passion pining me to the spot.

Our eyes held for seconds but it seemed like hours before I moved, turning around and dashing away from the scene.

I did not stop running until I reached my room and slammed the door behind me, the drink I had gone to have totally forgotten.

…

The next day morning came and I remained pacing in my room, not willing to go out for fear that I would encounter Cillian.

I had not slept a wink since I saw him with his cock in her mouth and I berated myself for my mouth watering at the sight and for wishing I was the one he handled so roughly with my knees on the ground in front of him.

My stomach rumbled, a crude reminder that I had not had anything to eat the night before and I was starving but I could not very well go out there knowing fully well he could be lurking in any corner and I was going to have to explain why I had stood and watched him like a mindless and hungry whore.

“You should have moved when you had the chance” I wailed, slapping a hand to my forehead.

Maria was a no show in my room that morning and I wondered if he had ordered her not to come and wait on me; maybe it was his way of trying to force me out of the room.

I could still see in my mind eye his open gaze at me when he realized I was there and the way he pounded harder into her mouth as we stared at each other.

My stomach grumbled again and I rose, willing myself out of the room.

I walked to the kitchen, heaving a sigh when I saw that he was nowhere in sight.

I almost yelped and fled when I turned and there he was in the kitchen, barechested and flipping pancakes.

“Good morning” He called out, his voice bright.

“Good morning” I squeaked, wondering if now was the time to flee.

“Want some pancakes?” He asked

“No, I…” My stomach grumbled loudly putting to shame anything I might have wanted to say.

I blushed in embarrassment while he pushed a plate in front of me.

“Syrup is in the fridge” He mentioned.

“Thank you” I muttered, reaching for the syrup.

He grunted but said nothing and continued flipping pancakes while I watched, careful not to ogle his bare back and the tattoos that decorated his whole body.

“So, how did your night go?” He asked

I swallowed, trying so hard to keep my tone light.

“It was a nice night” I told him

“I am sure it was” He drawled, this time turning to stare at me.

I felt stripped… like I was the naked blonde and he wanted me to get on my knees and take all of him in my mouth.

“What do you mean?” I muttered sharply.

He smiled, approaching me while I tried to focus on the pancakes in front of me.

“You watched me, little slut” His words slapped me.

My stomach rolled in pleasure and the butterflies in them went on full rampage.

“I did no such thing… I thought I heard choking but then I saw…” My voice trailed off when I saw he was laughing at me… that twinkle in his eyes mocking me.

“I am not judging you, Scarlet” He waved beautiful fingers in the air right before reaching for the pancakes he had dished out for himself.

“You have no right to judge me” I shot back. “Shouldn’t… shouldn’t that sort of thing be done somewhere…” I gulped, unable to get the words out.

“Somewhere private?” He completed, one eyebrow raised.

I nodded my head furiously.

“You are in my home, Scarlet and I can fuck whomever I want, wherever I want. I want you to remember that” He walked away, leaving me staring at his incredible attractive and tattooed back.