“I want to hear you sing, Scar,” he grunts as he keeps thrusting into my wet core like a man on a mission. He’s fucking me like he wants to possess me, own me. I’d laugh if I could, considering he already does. But right now, laughter is the furthest thing from my mind. The impending orgasm that is about to rip me apart is all I can think about. A small whimper makes its way out of my lips, as Easton keeps to his maddening tempo. I grab onto the armrest of the couch to keep my weak knees steady as he takes me from behind. The sound of our bodies slapping against one another is better than any song I could have ever performed tonight. However, Easton will never be content only to have my body sing for him—he needs my words, too.
“I don’t hear you, Scar,” he roars, before slapping my ass, the hint of pain only adding to my frenzied state. “I want every last motherfucker in here to know you’re my girl. That this pussy only gets fucked by me. That this body is mine to do with as I so please. That your heart is mine and will always be mine. So, sing, baby. Let me hear it. Let the fucking world hear who owns your body and soul.”
“Oh, God,” I belt out as his thumb begins to tease my tight hole, the firm pressure only increasing my pleasure.
“God’s not here, baby. Only me—the devil that loves you more than life itself.”
When I feel his thumb beginning to breach my tight sphincter, my loud cry can’t be prevented. It echoes around the room, making its way outside just as he wanted. I feel so full when Easton takes me by both ends, and the dirty imagery reflected on my vanity’s mirror, just a few feet away, only amps up my desire.
“Soon, Scar, there won’t be a part of your body that I haven’t claimed as mine.”
The need in his voice is my undoing as I step off the cliff, tumbling down with his name on the tip of my tongue. Easton pounds into me three more times before I feel his cum fill me to the hilt and start dripping down my thighs. Post orgasmic shocks are still running through my body when he picks me up in his arms and lays me on the couch. Easton grabs me by the nape of my neck and kisses me with the same fire I’m still trying to simmer down within my chest. When he lets go, the loving sparkle in his silver, metallic eyes melts me further.
That’s the thing when you play with fire. Sometimes getting burned is the closest you’ll ever feel to being alive. Easton’s love is no different—it consumes you from within until the only thing you can do is crave its flame.
He goes over to the bathroom and quickly returns with a wet washcloth to wipe me down. Easton can take me in the most deliciously brutish ways, but once he’s finished, he makes sure to always take care of me. Once he feels I’m as clean as I will be without jumping in the shower, he grabs my pink robe and puts it on me. He then takes a seat and pulls my sated, limp body onto his lap, allowing his lips to find the hollow of my throat.
“You sang beautifully tonight.”
“When? In here, or out there on stage?” I tease him.
“Both.” He chuckles, the vibration of his laugh feeling like heaven on my skin. “I’m not sure which I love most—watching you sing from your heart the songs you love, or when your body does the singing for you.”
“Maybe one day I should do them both at the same time.”
I stifle my own giggle when his cock swells under me.
“You are insatiable.”
“Only for you, Scar. Only ever for you.”
I become mesmerized by the way he licks his lips, running his knuckles against my cheek. Even though we are both still catching our breaths from the climax he just gave me, Easton is already greedy for an encore. The knock on the dressing room door is the only thing that stops his second assault on me.
“Whoever this fucker is, sure has bad timing,” he grunts, knotting the belt on my robe to make sure I’m presentable.
“Come in,” I singsong, as he kisses the tip of my nose.
When Owen opens the door and walks into the room, I feel Easton’s body stiffen. He really has to get over whatever hang up he has with my godfather. But that’s a conversation we’ll need to revisit at another time and place. Right now, I have to do damage control.
I immediately jump off the couch and go to the vanity, picking up my comb to tame the wild mess Easton made of my hair. There is nothing I can do to erase the well-fucked expression on my face, but I can at least try to minimize the damage. Owen being in this room, filled with the lingering scent of amazing sex, feels icky to me. It’s like my father just caught us doing it. Cringe.
“I hope I’m not interrupting,” Owen remarks, taking in my disheveled state.
“If I say yes, will you go away?” Easton smirks.
“I just wanted to congratulate Scarlett on yet another stellar performance. I’m sure that isn’t too much to ask.”
“Whatever,” Easton grumbles. “I’m going to check on the guys and leave you to it. Be back in a few.”
“I promise I won’t take too long,” I add, appeasing the sliver of jealousy that still resides in him when it comes to Owen.
In two long strides, he eats the small distance between us and lays one of his earth-shattering kisses on me. As long as I live, I will never tire of this man kissing me so possessively. Once Easton’s sure Owen has been successfully reminded of his claim on me, he leaves us alone in the room. Or as alone as we can be, considering he left the dressing room door wide open.
When I’m sure Easton is no longer in sight, I go and close the door shut. Tonight I need to talk to Owen privately.
“Your boyfriend still doesn’t trust me.” Owen chuckles, not one bit bothered by Easton’s demeanor.
“He’s just protective.”
“As am I.”
My lips purse, my palms already clammy at what I have to say next.
“What’s wrong, Scarlett?” he questions worriedly, sensing my apprehension. “If it’s about the photographs your uncle received, I am looking into it. Security is also on high alert to not let anyone in with their phones. I have made sure to reprimand them for this even happening in the first place.”
“I gathered as much when Easton told me he and his friends were frisked before they got into the club tonight.”
“A necessary precaution to ensure that, what happens in here, stays here. You don’t need to worry about photographs like that again.”
“Thank you, Owen, but that’s not why I’m glad you came tonight. There is something else I need to talk to you about.”
“Okay. You’ve got my attention. Did you see or hear anything of importance here at the club?”
“No. Not here.”
“Where then?”
“At the Hamilton estate. I was there earlier today for Thanksgiving.”
“Yes, I suspected as much. Colt didn’t spend the holiday at home, preferring to be with Lincoln today. His mother wasn’t too pleased, but I was actually happy that my son thought of someone other than himself for once. When I heard that the Prices were back in Asheville, I naturally assumed Easton would be there and that he’d take you with him. I’m glad he’s bringing you into the fold, sweetheart. Those kids are a very tight unit. Not everyone is fortunate enough to be included.”