Darling Wildfire (Red Rabbit #2)

43

THERON

The woman got to her feet and took a few steps towards where I sat on the edge of my bed.

“Stop,”

I demanded, and she froze. “Crawl.”

“What?”

“Crawl to me.”

The room fell completely quiet. I didn’t take my eyes off the woman but I could tell Nyx, Atlas and Preacher were watching. I saw defiance flash across her face and her lips thinned but she slowly dropped to her knees and lowered onto all fours. Glaring hatred filled eyes at me, she crawled across the ground until she was kneeling between my legs. Her eyes were on the ground and were quickly welling up with tears as the emotions of the day overwhelmed her.

“Good girl, Red.”

The nickname came quickly and slid easily off my tongue.

Her gaze went to mine, and I watched a tear slide down her cheek. I brushed it away with my thumb and rested my forearms on my thighs.

“Spread your knees.”

I kicked her thighs gently apart revealing her pussy. “Touch yourself.”

Surprise crossed her face, but she didn’t question me and I watched her bring two fingers to her pussy and slowly rub her clit.

“You’re wet already,”

I said, smirking at her. “Someone doesn’t hate this as much as your mind would like you to. Did you enjoy Nyx shoving his cock down your throat?”

There was that anger again like I anticipated.

Shame, then denial were always the first emotions.

She opened her mouth to flash back at me and I shoved two fingers between her lips, sliding them across her tongue and into her throat. Usually I wouldn’t make that a rhetorical question but I wasn’t in the mood for her brattiness. She gagged and saliva flooded her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her heaving chest as her breathing picked up.

Her skin grew flushed as her fingers picked up the pace. My other hand fisted her hair, holding her head in place when she tried to move away from my fingers down her throat. She gagged again and her eyes watered. I brought my wet fingers between her legs and slid them inside her while she rubbed her clit. She moaned and closed her eyes, panting as I curled my fingers into her g-spot.

“Look at me,”

I demanded softly.

Red’s eyes snapped to mine, and I watched the anger and defiance get pushed out by submission. She whimpered as she got closer to the edge and she grew wetter around my fingers, her pussy clenching as her hips pushed against my hand. She cursed and whined, panting as her release hovered just out of reach.

“Please—”

she gasped.

I growled my approval, not expecting she would ask my permission to come.

“Please, what?” I said.

“Please, may I come?”

She was squirming against my fingers, panting and her skin flushed to a pretty pink all over her face and chest.

“Nyx forgave you, but don’t think for a second I’ll tolerate bullshit like today again. Understand?”

She nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl—ride my fingers, make yourself come.”

She spread her knees wider as she leaned forward, grinding on my fingers. I stopped teasing her and let her find her rhythm and pressure until her eyes shuttered again.

“Eyes on me,”

I commanded. Her pleasure filled gaze clashed with mine. “Come for me,”

I said, my voice rough.

Her pussy squeezed around my fingers, and then she was coming with a soft cry. I stroked her through her orgasm, watching every gasp and twist of her features as she claimed every bit of the wave she was riding. When the tremors subsided, I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and shoved them back down her throat.

“Suck,”

I commanded.

She looked at me with eyes half shuttered, as she closed her mouth around my fingers and gently sucked her release off them. My cock was hard in my pants and I pulled her to her feet and walked her to the wall where I shoved her face first into the stone, holding her there.

I freed my cock and in one quick thrust, shoved inside her. We both groaned and her hands curled into fists near her head. I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at her. I fucked her hard, one hand in her hair, the other digging into her hip. She tightened around me and I couldn’t deny how good it felt to have my cock buried in pussy again.

Her whimpers and soft sounds pulled me higher, and my release blazed up my spine. My movements grew rapid and my breath shallow as I felt my come fill her. I took a few deep breaths before pushing away and pulling my pants up.

I didn’t bother seeing who she went to next but went straight into the bathroom. I turned the sink on and let the water run, pressing my palms flat against the countertop and meeting my gaze in the mirror.

I hadn’t had sex since Whit and the act made me think of nothing but her as much as I tried to push her from my mind. I couldn’t help but recall her soft curves, the sounds she made, the look in her eyes when I made her come…but mostly, the adoration and love for all my dark corners that she effortlessly accepted.

It’d been almost a year now since Vetticus ruined my life, yet it felt like only days. I wondered if the ache would ever go away. I wondered if missing them would ever hurt less than it did right now. But mostly, I wondered if I’d ever be able to move on.

Red was nothing but a warm hole to fill because Vetticus demanded it of us. I should have felt something about having to fuck her—regret, sadness at Whit’s memory maybe—but I didn’t feel anything. Not a damn thing except the emptiness that seemed to plague me.

What would I be after this? A shell of who I was before?

I wasn’t sure I even knew who I was before this.

Violence was in my blood—for as long as I could remember. Even growing up, an abusive father, narcissist mother, I’d learned to look after myself and manipulate the world into working for me. Until I’d met Whit and become a father myself. Emersyn and Cole were like a light to the darkness wrapped around my soul. When I was with them, I left the shadows behind.

But now, the shadows were free again, the darkness nearly suffocating in its hunger for revenge. There was no pushing it back and I was convinced by the end of this, there wasn’t going to be any light strong enough to drive it back.

I finished up in the bathroom and walked back out. Nyx and Atlas were passed out in their beds and Preacher was still indulging in Red. He had her bent over the edge of the couch, a hand around her throat as he drove into her. I fell into bed and threw my sweatshirt over my eyes, listening to the sounds of sex and wondering what fucked up thing Vetticus would come up with next.

The next morning they came and took Red away.

She didn’t look back as the door shut behind her. I turned and saw Nyx struggling with the bandage at his neck. I walked into the bathroom and slapped his hand away.

“Thanks,”

he grumbled.

I peeled it away and frowned. Any further left and he wouldn’t be standing here. The anger surged all over again and I caught Nyx staring at me in the mirror.

“I didn’t expect you to make her come last night,” Nyx said.

“It was hot wasn’t it?”

I grumbled.

Nyx chuckled. “Yeah—but you didn’t have to.”

“I know,”

I said, not offering anything more. His eyes were drilling holes in my face as I wrapped the dressing around his neck, careful not to make it too tight.

“I guess I don’t understand what the problem is,”

I said dryly.

“You were ready to kill her minutes before that.”

“Sometimes you have to manipulate the body before the mind will follow. She probably won’t do what she did out in the field again. I figured a different kind of death would be more effective.”

Nyx chuckled and shook his head. “That oddly makes sense.”

I finished tying off the bandage.

“We didn’t even ask what her name was,” Nyx said.

“Does it matter?”

Nyx tilted his head in agreement and brought his hand up to the bandage.

“That was the closest call I’ve ever had.”

“Did it change anything?”

I asked. He looked more thoughtful than afraid as he grinned at me in the mirror and shook his head.

“I wondered…if I’m the Reaper, then who’s coming for me?”

“The devil himself probably,”

I mused, returning the grin even though on the inside I wasn’t smiling. I hated how close I was getting to these men, including Preacher. It only made my obligation to them more profound. They were my responsibility, and I hated it. I hated it because when they died, I’d be alone again. Nyx may be the Reaper but the devil followed me everywhere I went, and it was only a matter of time until he claimed everyone around me.

One day, it would be each of them.