Page 78 of Ruthless Keeper
“No. I have a different form of exercise planned.”
Scarlett shifts from foot to foot, her brows furrowing a bit. She parts her lips, then closes them, as if she’s unsure how to articulate her thoughts.
“Yes, baby?” I prompt.
Her blush becomes even more pronounced.There’s my girl.
“I… I’m still sore from last night and this morning,” she murmurs, slightly bashful.
Bashful, but not refusing. A thrill fills my gut at the idea that she wants me. The desire is there in her eyes; she actually fuckingwants me. I’ve seen desire on her features before, many times, but it’s always been accompanied by doubt or resentment. Right now, only arousal remains.
“I’ll be gentle,” I say, which is somewhat truthful. I’ll be gentle atfirst. But she’s going to have a long day. I’ll need to make her come as many times as possible if I want my seed to have the best shot of sticking, so she’ll havequitethe workout ahead of her.
Her brows furrow. “I seriously doubt that.”
“But you’ll be a good girl for me anyway, won’t you?” I ask. She bites her lip, but doesn’t otherwise respond. I smile. “Go shower, Flower. Meet me in the bedroom afterward.”
“OhGod…”Scarlett whimpers several hours later. She tugs at her hands, which are tied to the headboard, and shifts her legs restlessly around the bed. “Monster, I… I can’t…” her words are cut off with a low groan as her pussy tightens around my fingers, spasming with the force of her orgasm. I speed the motions of my fingers on her clit, entranced as I watch her come undone for me…again.
“How many is that?” I ask, mildly curious. We’re both naked and sweaty; my cock is taking a much-needed rest break from pounding into her, but I’m not letting her off quite so easy. I’ve had four orgasms since we started, but I stopped counting hers after the dozenth. Seemed pointless, considering I’m nowhere near done with her.
I have to get Scarlett pregnant.If she’s pregnant, Cain won’t hurt her—evenhedoesn’t harm children. Eric will be forced to accept our place together. Scarlett will have fulfillment. And I’ll have the thing I never knew I wanted: a family.
I know my view on the situation is premature… that I’ll probably need to watch out for her trying to murder me once she finds out.
I won’t be drinking any tea she makes ever again…
But Scarlett knows me well enough to know I’m not a good man. I’m selfish. I want what I want, and I do whatever it takes to get what I want. I wanted her willing, and here she is, climbing into my bed and spreading her legs for me. Now, I want her belly round with my heir.
It might not happen on the first try, but I’ll keep going until it does.
“I… I don’t know…” Tears stream down her cheeks as she tosses her head from side to side, but she doesn’t tell me to stop. Shewantsthis, even if she thinks it’s wrong. Even if she might never explicitly ask for it.
That’s alright, Flower. I’ll do the talking and asking.
“It… ithurts,” she whimpers. I tilt my head to the side, examining her.
“Does the pain supersede the pleasure?” My girl is exhausted and extremely overstimulated; I understand that can be painful, but the pain isn’t a sadistic kind. I’ve heard women describe it as an exquisite sort of agony… but if my Flower is truly hurting right now, the scene ends. I’ve fucked her more than enough today—at this point, trying to knock her up is just an excuse to keep playing with her.
“Mm… I don’t—think so.” She’s out of breath, panting, covered in a fine sheen of sweat. My beautiful, precious mess.
“I’m just—” she pauses to suck in a breath, “so tired.”
“It’s alright, baby,” I soothe her. “Just a few more and we’re done.” For now.
A quiet sob escapes her, but she doesn’t protest. Like my perfect, precious good girl, she simply surrenders to the pleasure.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Scarlett
“Ineed to get on birth control,” I murmur the next morning, yawning. Monster looks up from his laptop and gives me a careful once-over. I drink a few sips of orange juice, waiting for him to tell me he’ll send me down to medical and get it taken care of.
For his many, many faults, I can’t say that Greyson neglects my physical needs. They’re front and center in his priorities, sometimes at the cost of his own needs. Even when he was knocking on death’s door, he was worried about any lingering pain in my arm far more than he was worried for himself.
After a few beats of silence, he shakes his head. “No.”
Surprise tightens my chest. Not a fun sort of surprise, but something far more sinister. What does he mean,no?It wasn’t an optional question; I need to get on birth control. While my childhood left certain scars, both internal and external, it’s still possible I’ll get pregnant… and that can’t happen. Not here.
