Page 3 of Psycho Saviors

At least she acted as some reprieve, an outlet for all the tension this life brought upon me. I was getting a little too comfortable with using her, enjoying how she got on her knees for me, those piercing blue eyes staring up at me with such a range of emotions. She wanted to hate me, but ever since I’d made her come on the kitchen table, she was struggling, her mind and body at war.

It was a wonderful chaos that pleased me. Seeing her battling herself, knowing what I could offer her, her body reacting to me despite everything, it was something I quite loved.

I’d found the woman to be a persistent little gnat in my mind, swimming in the dark corners of my mind, surfacing whenever I was stressed or frustrated with family affairs and business. Too many times now, I found myself thinking of her when sitting in meetings, imagining the ways I wanted to use her, ways I’d yet entertained. Perhaps I’d do something different today. Hell, my new bed would be arriving tomorrow, the bed I’d opted to get just to start fucking her in ways I desired.

I had to remind myself she was only our pet for the month. Not to mention Cristian could potentially destroy her completely.

Knife play? Now that was something I knew he did, but I hadn’t expected it to be so… in depth. He’d settled down in recent months, and I’d thought that part of him was gone to some degree. Apparently not.

At least our little pet didn’t seem too hurt by it. No, I’d just make her swallow my cock today, drive it right into her throat and remind her just who owned her right now.

My cock twitched as the elevator dinged, her face burning through my mind, those eyes full of wildfire as she took my dick.

Yes, I needed that right now.

I needed her.

The thought made my jaw harden. No. I never needed a woman, especially not someone like her. Women were disposable, replaceable, and they were a weakness I didn’t need.

And yet, even as I thought that, I roamed the apartment, searching for her, ready to order her on her knees.

To bury my cock between those soft, pouty lips, to stare into those defiant eyes even as she sucked me off, hatred burning in their depths. Hatred for me or the way she felt, I wasn’t sure, either way, it filled me with a sense of power and control like no other.

I scoured the entire apartment, coming up empty, and my need was quickly washed away with confusion and frustration.

Where was she? Had Julian taken her out? Had Cristian done something?

As if summoned by my thoughts, the elevator dinged as I strode back down the stairs, Cristian stepping out with a pissed-off expression.

Wonderful, just what I needed.

“Have you seen Scarlet?” I asked as I made my way over, glancing over at my brother as he surveyed the apartment with dark eyes. His knuckles were bloody, and there was dried blood on his shirt. He’d taken his rage out on someone. “Did you accidentally kill her?”

“What? Fuck no,” he snapped, his face twisted with outrage. “I wouldn’t fucking kill her.” He narrowed his eyes before flicking them to the stairs. “She’s probably in her room.”

“Relax, Cris. She’s not here,” I shot back as I ground my teeth.

Where the hell was she then?

“Maybe Julian took her out,” he muttered, although his face was darkening with unease as he glanced around the place.

“Maybe.” I pulled out my phone, dialing my brother instantly. He shouldn’t have taken her out without talking to me first, she was our little pet, and she was supposed to remain under lock and key.

It went straight to voicemail, and an uneasiness made itself known in my gut.

Something was wrong. I just knew it.

My phone sounded off in my hand, and I answered it, dread swimming through me at the name on the screen, Henry. One of my men who always kept his ear to the ground. Something was up, and I didn’t doubt for a moment that it didn’t involve Julian.

And Scarlet.

“Boss, Jake is dead, shot to hell. Some little ice-cream called Delectable Delights, place got shot up too by the Russos,” Henry stated. “Spoke to the staff there who were left alive. They say someone matching Julian’s description was there with his cat, and a woman.”

“Fuck, where is he?” I barked, my blood running cold at the information. Jake had been a good man, Julian’s main driver for several years. He was a loss we’d not take lightly. Of course the Russos had done something like this, those fuckers would die if anything happened to Julian or Scarlet.

I frowned at the rage surfacing at the thought of someone hurting her as well. So much for not getting tangled with the little damn spitfire.

Why the fuck had Julian taken her out of the apartment? Had he gone soft for her? Fuck, she was proving to be quite the little minx getting under our skin.

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