Page 66 of Greased

I stand up straighter, instantly becoming on guard. Rhodes’ words seem to affect Scar in the same way as I feel her bristle beside me. Her hand drops from mine and I let it go.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” she snaps, a sharp edge to her voice.

Rhodes just rolls his eyes, clearly not seeing the dangerous edge that Scarlett is holding tight to.

“Don’t think we didn’t hear you and Dawson earlier at the clubhouse. I’m disappointed, Scarlett. You harped on to me for weeksabout how these five guys hurt you as bad as they did. Yet you fold the moment someone offers you a good time in a supply closet. There’s names for people like that,” he snides, looking Scarlett up and down.

Anger bubbles through my system. Where does this motherfucker get the hide to call Scarlett a slut? His own fucking sister, who we all thought for the last then years had been dead!

I go to step closer to Rhodes but Scarlett beats me to it. She instantly closes the distance between her and her brother. With strength I’m sure that both she and I didn’t know she possessed, she slams him up against the wall. Their faces are only inches apart. The fury on her face burns like a wildfire. I see a hint of fear in Rhodes’ eyes as he looks down at his sister.

“How fucking dare you insinuate that I’m a slut! What I do in my own time and who I decide to share that time with is none of your fucking business. If I decide to bang the entire senior class at Rydell Prep, you best fucking believe I will do exactly that.”

Scarlett inches even closer towards Rhodes. I see the regret in his eyes the moment he realises he has fucked up.

“I don’t give a fuck who you are to me. If you say shit like that again to me, you will see exactly what I think of slut shamers.”

With Scarlett’s promise thick in the air, she turns away from her brother, storms towards me before grabbing my hand and all but dragging me into her bedroom. The door slams behind her. I don’t get the chance to take in her room before she's slamming me up against the wall behind her. I don’t feel the pain in my head as it smacks against the door.

I suck in a breath as her body presses against mine. My brain only seems to register pleasure. The feeling of her being up against me is likemy own personal kryptonite. She steps up onto her tiptoes, her body moulding further into mine.

“This doesn’t mean I forgive you.”

I instantly nod. She still raises an eyebrow at me, as if doubting me.

“I plan on apologising to you every day for the rest of our lives, Princess. I don’t deserve your forgiveness. Not a single fucking ounce of it. But I’m going to beg for it anyway.” I grab her head in my hands, leaning down so our lips are almost touching. I feel her breath coming out in short puffs and I long to feel her lips on mine again. I’m desperate for it at this point.

“If you weren’t already aware, I’m obsessed with you. I want you in any way that you will allow me.”

A smile slowly creeps over her lips. I watch intently as she licks her lips. I swear I can almost feel a wisp of her tongue. My knees almost collapse from beneath me in utter desperation.

“I look forward to seeing you on your knees in front of me,” she chuckles.

Fuck, I’m so gone for this woman.

Scarlett closes the gap between us before I can move. Her lips are soft as they glide across mine. I swipe my tongue across her lips, begging for entry. She instantly opens her mouth, welcoming me in. Our tongues glide together in unison.

After a while I begin to lose all notion of where she ends and I begin. She has always been it for me. The other piece to my soul. Fated in the cursed stars.

I finally allow my hands to roam her body. I run my hands up the side of her hips. Grabbing her waist, I pull her into me. She rolls herbody into mine slowly. My dick painfully presses into the zipper of my jeans at the feeling.

If I’m being honest with myself, it’s been hard since the moment I saw her up on that stage last night.

She was like an angel sent from the pits of hell. Come to wreak havoc on our souls. But what she doesn’t know is my soul is already hers.

She has owned me since she was knee high to a grasshopper. Then to that night on the beach when we thought we met her for the first time, she regained control over every single facet of me. I am hers. Hers to do with as she wishes.

Scarlett’s hands move down my torso. I suck in a gasp as her fingers linger at the waistband of my pants. A shiver runs over my body at her touch. I feel her pull back as she grips the bottom of my shirt, slowly pulling it up my body and over my head. I don’t pay attention to where she throws it. Not when her hands return to my waistband again. They slowly start undoing the button. I don’t waste any time, helping to kick them off; discarding them like they are on fire.

Scarlett chuckles at my eagerness. I quirk my lips at her as I grip the hem of her shirt, chuckling when she sucks in a gasp of her own. “Your turn, Princess.”

I pull off her top, throwing the fabric in a similar direction to where I’m sure my jeans landed.

My eyes travel down her body. It's like my hands have a mind of their own as they explore her. Just like she did to me, I painstakingly begin to remove her pants. She hastily kicks them off once they get to her knees.

For a moment we just stand their taking in every inch of each other. For once, I keep my hands to myself. But the need is there. The need to hold her. The need to caress her perfect body. A body that I plan on claiming every fucking inch of.

I don’t know who breaks first but within seconds we are on each other. Our mouths glide over the other with such unrestrained hunger.

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