Page 53 of Scarlett Thief (Criminal Underground 2)

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Wolf

Scarlett trembled against me. The feeling of her smooth skin against mine—naked and silky—left me feeling barely restrained. My cock rubbed against her stomach, and her breath hitched as she felt me.

"The room's ready for her," Hadrian said, stepping farther into the room. "But I think she'd rather start right here, don't you?"

I looked down at Scarlett's flushed face. Her cheeks were tinted pink, her lips parted and her eyes at half-mast. She was turned on—there was no denying it. I could feel the hard points of her little berry colored nipples against my chest.

"Is that right, Scarlett?" I asked. "Do you want to start here?"

Her eyes shifted, looking down and I knew she was staring at my cock. The damn thing jumped as if pleased by her attention, and then her gaze lifted back to my face.

"Yes, Wolf. I want to start now."

"Sir," I corrected her. "You call me Sir and you do the same for Hadrian. Do you understand?"

She sucked in a breath and nodded, but that's not what I asked for. I reached up and tweaked her nipple, pinching it hard. She yelped and jerked back. The only thing stopping her from banging into the tiled wall was my hand on her spine.

"Verbal communication, Scarlett. What do you say?"

"Yes, Sir," she said quickly. "I understand, Sir."

I smiled and released her nipple. "Good girl." That flush spread across her cheeks and moved to her neck and chest. She was hot all over, her skin a pretty color, and I wanted to see if she was that pink all over. "Get on your knees," I ordered. "Back straight."

I heard the jangle of Hadrian's belt as he undressed, but kept my attention focused solely on Scarlett as she did as I commanded, sinking to her knees. The water soaked her hair and it looked gorgeous in those dark ringlets slicked away from her face and hanging down her back. I touched one of her knees with my foot.

"Legs spread, baby," I said gently. "Hadrian and I want to see our pussy."

She swallowed and then slowly, ever so fucking slowly, she shifted her legs apart, and fuck if I hadn't been damn right. It was a gorgeous pussy. Pink lips, shaved and clean. When I saw the state of that pussy, I couldn't help but smile.

"Our little sub likes this," I told Hadrian as the door to the shower opened and he stepped inside without a stitch of clothing. Scarlett's gaze shifted to him, widening.

Normally, I didn't like subs to look up at me. I wanted their eyes downcast, showing their respect. It was different with her. I liked watching the range of expressions that came across her face. She could hide them so easily when she was in operation mode, but she wasn't in that frame of mind right now. She wasn't thinking about Jaxson or her father or the job or anything else. She was focused on us and what we were going to do to her.

I palmed my cock and her gaze jerked straight back to it. "Do you know what we want from you, Scar?"

She dragged her lower lip between her teeth as her eyes practically devoured me. My hand shot down to my base and squeezed, staving off an oncoming orgasm. Shit. I could just come by looking at her. She'd look so pretty painted in my come. An idea formed and before she could say anything, I leaned forward and shut off the shower.

"Get up," I said. "Go to the bedroom and get on the bed just as you are now. Legs spread, knees apart, back straight."

Scarlett's lips twisted into a frown. "But—"

"I'll take care of it," Hadrian said, cutting her off. He reached down and lifted her onto her feet, right before turning her to face the tile. Pushing her face against it, he laid five quick smacks to her ass. The first made her cry out in surprise, but by the third one she was clenching her thighs and holding back a moan. Our dirty girl liked this. She liked this a lot and it was a good thing, because both of us had more in store for her. Maybe this had started as a job, maybe we'd started as nothing more than a band of criminals thrown together against our wills, but it was so much more now. We were so much more.

Hadrian backed up when he was done. "We're going to go on a red-light system," he explained. "Throughout the night we're going to pause what we're doing and ask how you are. Green means you're good. Yellow means you're nervous or uncomfortable. Red will stop us. You don't have to wait for us to ask you how you are to say Yellow or Red. These will serve as your safewords. You understand what a safeword is, don't you, Scarlett? You should. We did ask you to research before we went to the club."

"I know what a safeword is, Hadrian," she said tersely, pushing away from the wall.

Hadrian exchanged a look with me and I shook my head.Brat, I thought as he put his hand to her back and flattened her back against the wall and then laid another five smacks against her ass. Her left leg kicked up in a jerky, automatic move when he landed the last one right on the crease between her thigh and asscheek.

"Sir!" she practically screamed. "I know what a safeword is, Sir!"

Hadrian's palm grew gentle against her spine, slowly stroking up and down—soothing her as he traced down to where her now red ass was shoved out, away from the wall. His hand curved over one ass cheek as if to hold the heat of his slaps in. She shuddered.

"Thank you, Scarlett," he said. "Since you know what a safeword is, we recommend using it—don't be afraid to use both of them. We're not here to hurt you. We're here to give you pleasure, but you have to let us do that. You have the power, sweetheart. You can say no at any time. We just ask that you give us time to show you what it means to be our submissive. Can you do that, love?"

I watched her, curious to see how she'd respond. The tough as nails, bitchy woman we'd met at the Harlington Estate that we'd come to know appeared to be gone, and in her place was a woman who held such desire in her eyes that it made my chest tighten with the need to give it to her.

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