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Editing:  Christi Whitson

Author’s note:    I do recommend reading Playing With Fire first, or maybe a quick re-read if you have forgotten, so you know what’s going on. You can check it out on Amazon here.

Now as much as I love my cliffhanger ending in Playing With Fire, I love my readers!!!! Many have asked for more, wanting to know what happened between Scarlett, Dalton, and Alyssa.

So, after many months, I have finally finished it. I always knew in my head how I wanted it to end, but I loved the mystery of it and the dirty, savage sex. Now we have a bit more plot tangled in the hot sex.

Whether if your team Scarlett or Team Alyssa (Kelly, I’m looking at you…:) ) I hope you’re happy with the ending.

Thank you all for your support, this is always for you guys, and if you haven’t yet, I hope you’ll check out my other stories on Amazon under Erica Marselas.

PLAYING WITH FIRE

THE CONCLUSION

Picking up where we last left our trio…

If only I had met Scarlett first. Her insane ass is what keeps me happy and sane. It’s what drew me to her. However, I refuse to tell her that.

“Fuck Dalton,” she yells out as I pull her hair harder. I pinch and roll her right nipple between my fingers.

I'm about to move her when the door flings open and a loud shriek penetrates the room.

Alyssa stands with her hands over her mouth, tears streaming down her face, as she looks at the scene in front of her.

My movements still, but Scarlett's doesn't, as she keeps pushing against me, chasing her orgasm. I pull her head back, telling her to stop. She turns her head to me, the smile on her face is nothing but pure evil. It makes my dick stir. I never wanted her more than I do now, and I continue thrusting, wanting to give Scarlett her orgasm, as my wife watches.

“Why don't you take a picture sis, it’ll last longer?” Scarlett says gleefully sneering, “because he's fucking mine now.”

Alyssa doesn’t say anything, her eyes large and glassy as I continue to thrust into her little sister.

My moral compass has been pointing south for years. My bed in hell is already made up for me, waiting.

I might as well go there in flames.

Scarlett’s tight pussy grips around my cock, pulling and holding me in. She’s fucking close. With Scarlett's hair still wrapped around my wrist, I pull her head up closer to my mouth, my eyes never leaving Alyssa’s.

I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on than I am now, while my wife watches, seeing how good her sister is to me. This could’ve been her if she just fucking allowed some kink into our relationship.

I graze Scarlet’s neck with my teeth, and my wife’s tears fall faster. I pull Scarlett’s nipple between my fingers again, pounding myself harder into her as our breathing gets louder.

“Dalton, your cock feels soo good,” Scarlett taunts, and even though I can’t see, I know she’s staring at her sister with fire shooting from her eyes.

Alyssa shakes her head, and finally the word ‘stop’ falls from her lips. It’s quiet, but I hear it.

I don’t stop. Alyssa just needs to leave.

The silk wrapped around my dick is like a warm blanket and keeps me in. I pull Scarlett’s head back harder, and she screams in ecstasy. I take my eyes off Alyssa to look at my girl, the evil kissing her devilish smile.

“Are you getting all this, Alyssa? See how you were never good enough for him? He wanted my pussy when he was in yours. I took him as easily as you took away my future, you stupid bitch.” She snarls. And with another slam of my dick, she explodes around me, her body melting into a quivering mess.

“Dalton...” Alyssa is begging - maybe pleading. Whatever it is, it’s falling on deaf ears. I don’t even care, she just needs to fucking go. I’m not going to stop fucking this scorching center for anything right now. I’m on the brink. My hot cream is about to mix with Scarlett's tasty juices and drip down her leg.

I’m claiming her - officially.

This crazy bitch is mine.

“I would leave, Alyssa,” I grit through my clenched teeth. “Leave.”

I can tell I’ve broken her enough, so she needs to go, while I mark her little sister with my come.

Scarlett pushes back, blanketing my dick again, and my name coming out of her mouth like hot sin.

My eyes drift away from Scar’s tight ass to see my wife is fuming. She’s not crying anymore, but her cheeks are still wet. I’m guessing her anger is finally breaking through from the shock of finding me balls deep inside Scarlett.

“How could you?!?” she bellows. Scarlett laughs, and I can’t help the smirk on my face. Not because I’m proud, but the question feeds my pending orgasm. She wouldn’t need to ask if she knew how good her sister’s pussy felt wrapped around my cock. Or knew that her sister fulfilled my every need while she laid lifeless in missionary.

Alyssa finally gets the message and runs out of the room as I come hard inside Scar’s tight pussy. I fill it and rip myself out of her, pouring the rest of my hot stream on her back.

Hell might be too good of a place for me.

But I have a feeling a little redhead will be joining me wherever I’m sent to when I die.

I push away from Scarlett, grabbing the towel from my treadmill to clean both of us off. She hums as I clean between her legs. She’s still in an orgasmic high, and I place a kiss behind her ear, throwing the sticky towel to the floor.

“You’re such a bad little girl,” I tell her, giving her ass a loud whack.

“Yes, I know, Mr. Harris,” she purrs, turning herself to me. I slip into my shorts and boxers as she fixes her dress. “But you love it. Admit it.”

She comes to wrap her arms around my neck, and I push her back.

She crosses her arms over her chest and narrows her eyes at me, taken aback by my action.

“Really? After what we just did you’re going to push me away?”

“I need to go deal with your sister and get her out of the house before she burns it down.” I step away from my little vixen to the door.

“Yeah, she is known for starting fires,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “I’m coming with you then.” She moves to follow me.

“Stay here,” I bark.

“No! I want to watch you break that bitch’s heart even more. Hell, I might even finger myself while you do it. I love it when you start barking and ordering people around. I mean, I’d rather it be me you’re commanding...”

I close my eyes, my head now throbbing as I remember how we got here in the first place.

I reach out for her, my hand moving under her dress and roughly grabbing a handful of her ass, hoping to see my fingerprints on her cheeks later.

“Admit you love me, and I won’t go with you.” Her sapphire eyes shine mischievously, but even behind that, I can see the flash of hurt. I won't bow to it.

The words burn in my throat. She knows I won’t say them. I don’t remember the last time I said those words to anyone. Not even Alyssa.

I squeeze her ass even harder, my nails sinking into her flesh, much like she does with mine.

“Just keep your mouth shut.”

She squeaks when I release her and push her away from the door. She almost loses her footing, and I walk out the door, knowing she’ll be right on my heels anyway.

She’s never listened to me before, other than in the bedroom; I wouldn’t expect her to start now.

I make it out to the hallway and hear glass breaking from the kitchen. Alyssa wails before another glass meets its maker.

Well, there goes all my china and crystal.

I approach the kitchen slowly, wanting to avoid any glass shards to my face. Alyssa spots me, and the anger swells in her eyes. I’m about to reach for her when her eyes dart over my shoulder. In a flash, Alyssa runs past me, sounding remarkably like Xena the Warrior Princess as she barrels her sister to the ground.

“You fucking bitch!” Alyssa screams, raising her fist and punching Scarlett in the jaw. I rush over to grab Alyssa as her fist nearly makes contact again, Scarlett clawing at Alyssa’s chest.

I wrap my arms around Alyssa’s fighting body, getting kicked in the shin as she screams.

Scarlett stands and wipes the blood from her lip. I’m thankful when Scar makes no move to go after her.

“I’m a bitch? I guess you haven’t looked in a mirror lately,” Scarlett snarls. “I’ll let you have that punch… Hell, I might have deserved it…. But you touch me again, and it will be your fucking death. You hear me?”

“Scarlett!” I bellow, needing her to shut up, especially with the death threats.  

“Dalton, get the fuck off me…” Alyssa continues to fight in my arms, kicking her legs back and twisting her body around. My grip only becomes harder the more she struggles.

“No,” I growl back at her. “I’m not letting you put another hand on her. If you're mad, take it out on me and the furniture.”

Alyssa’s fight stops, and she spins her head toward me, her glaring eyes shooting flames at me.

“HER?!? I’m your wife! You’re supposed to be protecting me, fucking me, not my little bitch sister,” she fumes.

“I don’t fucking care. You’re not touching another hair on her head. You got your fucking hit. Now shut up and fucking settle. You two are pissing me off today.”

I really am going to need that straight jacket by the end of the day.

“You fuck so much better when you’re pissed, babe,” Scarlett purrs with a malicious chuckle, tilting her head to the side. “It’s like his cock gets as angry as he does. But I guess you wouldn’t really understand how it swells and hammers inside a tight pussy, would you sis?”

“Bitch,” Alyssa hisses, her fight returning as she kicks at me again.

I know my baby is a bitch, but I don’t appreciate anyone else calling her that but me. I grip her tighter to steady the fight in her and growl in her ear.

“Enough of your fucking mouth.”

“Wow Dal, when did you become such a protector? You can’t possibly be in love with this little bitch,” she snorts, and I cringe at hearing that damn word again.

I don’t say anything in response because there’s nothing to say. I just don’t want her touching my girl again. There’s enough blood from her lip on my floor already.

“You know she’s trash, right? Slept with everyone she could in high school. Her pussy was always an open invitation. Is that why you went for it? An easy fuck. God, Dalton, you could’ve gotten pussy from anyone, and yet you pick the worthless slut? I thought you had taste.” She sneers as she rants psychotically, still kicking at me.

I’m now seeing the proof of who my wife really is. The sweet girl I always thought she was has vanished before my eyes, and now I see that hateful person Scar is always talking about.

I’ll give it to Alyssa, though, for putting on a good show because I was truly fooled.

“Shut the fuck up, Alyssa. You have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Don’t I?” Alyssa’s fighting stops, and she addresses her sister again. “It’s pathetic, Scar. You’re only going to be a wet pussy to him. Nobody can love a girl like you, not even Mom or Dad. I actually feel bad for you... well, almost.”

Scarlett’s fists clench at her sides, but she doesn’t move. Looking into Scar’s eyes, I can see the words hit her like a tornado, inches from knocking her down, but she doesn’t falter. She’s told me so many times what Alyssa would say to her when no one was around. I ignored it, again, the other night when they fought. I’m guessing it was Scarlett’s final straw and the reason she sent our sex tape to Alyssa.

I shake Alyssa and tell her to shut the fuck up.

“Fuck you, Dalton. You really have no idea who the fuck you're messing with.” An evil glint shines in her eyes as she turns to me, and a crazy smile curls her lips upward, much more vindictive looking than her sister’s twisted grin. “I can’t wait to take every penny from you now. You shouldn’t have been so sweet with the prenup and bank accounts. I’ll ruin your career along with it, telling everyone what a sadistic asshole you really are.”

I’m a lawyer. I’m sure they already think that, sweet cheeks.

Scarlett laughs maliciously, stepping toe to toe with her sister.

“That’s where you’re wrong dear sister. You see, I made sure you got what you had coming to you after what you did to me.”

“Oh, my God. You’re still fucking mad about the damn barn,” Alyssa spits. “Cry me a river.”

“Fuck yes, you stupid bitch. I lost everything that fucking night. EVERYTHING! I lost Mom. I lost Dad. I lost my horse... On top of that, they took my trust away. I couldn’t do anything, ever. They hated me, and I paid for it in ways you’ll never know because you’re so fucking self-absorbed. You have no idea what I went through, and it’s so much more than that fucking barn. I hate you. I’ve always fucking hated you. I did everything to try and play nice with you, hoping Mom and Dad would love me like they did you. That maybe you would put a good word in for me, but you never did. You let them keep hating me. You could have blamed it on anybody, but you choose me.” Scarlett slaps her chest, the rage coming out of her in waves that almost knock me down.

Alyssa laughs with a shrug, unaffected by her sister's words.

“What can I say? You were an easy target. I knew Dad would believe everything I said, and there was no way I was giving up my money.”

Who the fuck does that to their thirteen-year-old sister?  

“I knew Mom and Dad would make you pay for it. ‘You always have to pay for your mistakes,’ they said. I can’t help that they just didn’t give a rat’s ass about you. I mean, you were a mistake, and I did try to make it right with you. I tried to give you money or anything you wanted. It’s not my fault you wouldn’t take it. I felt bad... Sure. But I figured you’d have gotten the fuck over it by now. Move on already.”

Scarlett raises her hand and smacks her across the face, causing Alyssa's head twist, and she lets out a whimper at the force.

That's my girl!

“You couldn’t repay me for the way I suffered. I was tired of watching you get everything you always wanted, including a good-looking husband you wanted only for his money and success. You somehow got him wrapped around your damn finger and tricked him into marrying you. Hell, you can say that even he fucking loved you, but it didn’t last.

“I freed him because you didn’t deserve him or anything he gave you. So in return, I gave him everything he wanted because I knew my selfish sister would never make him happy. But like everyone else, he didn’t want to hurt you for whatever reason. He picked you after our fight, even after all the good pussy I gave him. He still tried to honor you in some twisted way…”

She pauses and glares at me venomously before turning back to her sister. “I’ll do whatever I can to make sure you end up with nothing one day. To know what it feels like to rub pennies together for food because Mom and Dad won’t help you. To know how it feels for nobody to have your back, to have no one to trust, and finally no one who loves you.” The final words come out barely above a whisper, but I heard them loud and clear.

I’ve never seen my little girl look so broken. Although I knew she was always hurting, she held herself together with her vindictiveness. This is the first time I’ve seen it slip. Is my refusal to say I love her the final dent in her armor?

She had to know this would never be more.

But could it be now that we’ve been exposed?

With one final look at me, Scarlett turns on her heel and walks out the front door. Once the door slams, I release Alyssa, and she falls forward rubbing her arms.

“You’re going to pay for this, Dalton. And so is my tramp of a sister. I’m going to look forward to putting that video of her everywhere online. You can’t deny that it's her now. You can kiss your honorable career good-bye.”

I move toward Alyssa as she smirks at me. I don’t know how I’ve been so blind to how crazy both these Price sisters are.

I guess I’m attracted to crazy.

Especially the one that just walked out my door.

“You’re not going to do anything to her. You fucking hear me?” I grab her arms again, indenting my fingers into them.

“You can’t stop me,” she hisses, glaring at me with no hint of fear in her eyes. “This is the moment I've been waiting for. And to think it was my sister who gave me the ammo. She might have fucked you over even more than I will.”

I laugh from deep in my chest at how clueless she is.

“Oh, I know just what my girl did, and she didn't screw me, honey. She screwed you over.”

“Your girl?” She laughs back in my face. “Your girl? I didn’t think you were into possessive names. But the thing is, you have nothing on me Dalton. Nothing but my trashy sister's word.”

My hold becomes tighter on her arms, and I resist the urge to throw her across the room.

“Yes, my little girl, who I love to fuck every day. Almost every hour, I think of her and how well she satisfies me because my wife is a useless robot in the bedroom. Scar is sensational in bed. Adventurous, willing to try anything,” I grin, remembering one such adventurous night months ago. “I mean, there was even one night we fucked right next to you... The night you have no memory of and how you got nail marks in your arm.”

Her jaw drops, and I know she wasn’t expecting that.

“What you really should know is that my clever little girl fucked you over royally before we even started screwing. I’m actually quite proud of her and rather amazed by what she accomplished. I kept her around because she’s much more to me than just a fucking pussy that could grip me like a vise. It’s because that crazy girl is fucking smart as a tack, conniving, wild, and fucking hot. So, before you start running your mouth, I think it would be a good idea for you to look over the prenup again. You’re not getting one red fucking cent.” All color washes from her face and her body sags in my arms in defeat. “But I’ll make you a deal…”

“What?” She’s trying to keep her voice strong, but I hear it shake.

“I’ll give you a million, plus everything you want from this house, just to sign the fucking papers and go the fuck away. And if you don’t take the money and leave… Well, you know what, you can try to put Scar on Porn Hub, but I have videos too, Alyssa. Did you know my baby also has videos of you from an ex-boyfriend? She tried to show me once, trying to make me jealous -- angry -- so I would take it out on her. You know, fuck her till she went blind.” I release my hold on her arms. “But I still cared for you, so I didn’t look. I ignored it, but I know she still has them. I knew there had to be a reason she would give up our tape in trade. So, what do you say? We have a deal?”

“Fine.” She folds her arms over her chest and narrows her eyes at me. “But if I find out you’re fucking lying about this prenup…”

“You know I’m not. You do know who your sister is. But I guess it’s clear she learned to be a manipulating bitch because of you.”

Alyssa smirks, seeming pleased with herself.

“At least something rubbed off with all that wasted time I spent with her. I did fucking try to get along with her, you know. To make it up to her. I was also going to give her half of my share from the divorce till I caught you guys.” The smirk slips from her lips turning into a frown. She looks up at the ceiling then back at my feet. “I knew she still hated me, but I never thought she would go behind my back and fuck my husband to try and get even.”

“Well, she did. My only regret is that I met the wrong sister first.” I close my eyes, the video of our first night flashing through my mind. She fucks so well. “I was an idiot and should’ve left you after I had my first taste of your sister, but I really did think you were this sweet girl that changed me. The only thing you couldn’t do was fuck me like I needed. Maybe if you hadn’t spilled your guts to her, she wouldn’t have known about my taste. That’s on you.”

“I didn’t expect my eighteen-year-old sister to start fucking you. I really--” I notice the tears welling in her eyes, but she shakes her head to try and get rid of them. “I told you the rough stuff freaks me out, and I didn’t just tell you that because I didn’t want to have sex with you or because I only wanted your money. I just couldn’t.” She pauses and steps back from me, disgust now washing away the tears. “But two years you did this to me? Fucking her, then me?”

“I couldn’t help myself.”

It’s the truth. It was kind of fun in the beginning to fuck them both, but as time went on, Scarlett was the only one I enjoyed. She was the one I wanted to spend my time with. When we weren’t fucking, we talked. When she’s not being conniving, she’s actually funny and listens to what I have to say, unlike her sister.

“You're an asshole.”

“I know.” Can't deny it. I own it. “But you’re no better than me or her. You blamed your kid sister for something she didn’t do. You let her rot and miss out on so much because your fucking asshole parents couldn’t love her after that. Even if she’d been guilty, she shouldn’t have been pushed away. But in the end, it worked for you. It’s what you wanted. You kept your status as the golden child and could do no wrong, but even your parents’ money wasn’t enough for you, so you hooked me for my money. I applaud you, though. You’re a good little actress.”

“Whatever. She doesn't really want you. She only did you to get back at me. Don’t be a dunce.”

“I know she did. I don’t care. But you’re the one who took away her parents’ love and support. If you really wanted to help her, why not fess up and fix what you broke by your lies? Fuck, you could’ve done it after you had my money, but you didn’t. You kept it going, knowing that it still upset her. Do you get some sick thrill out of it?”

She bites the inside of her cheek and looks anywhere but at me, not answering.

“Was it always a game to you, Aly? Did you ever love me or care for me?”

I sound pathetic, but I want to know if I was ever more than a game for either of these sisters. I was played; I admit it. I shouldn’t give a shit about Aly when I’m the devil himself, but for some fucking reason, I do. She shrugs her shoulders.

“Yeah, sorta. I had fun. I cared. I wanted your attention. But it doesn’t matter, does it, seeing as we’re through?”

“I guess it doesn’t. I’ll have the divorce papers drawn up in the morning. Now take whatever the fuck you need, and get out. I’m sure your mom and dad will be happy to take you in for a while.”

Two hours later, Alyssa leaves with most of her stuff and a check for a million dollars, not saying another word to me. She’ll be back tomorrow with a moving truck to get the rest of her belongings. When she was in our bedroom, I heard her crying on the phone with her father, back in character.

I can only imagine what she’s going to tell them when I’m not around.

Glancing at my phone, I see a missed call from her dad. I roll my eyes and delete the message without even listening to it. There are no calls from Scarlett, not that I expected there to be.

I debate calling her, not sure if, after everything, I’m ready to deal with her crazy ass. But I give in and dial her number, wanting to make sure she’s okay. I’m an asshole through and through, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about her. I still want her in my life.

I possibly still need her in my life.

After the third ring, she answers, “What do you want, Dalton?”

I expected her to yell at me and cuss me out, but instead, her voice is lacking any kind of emotion.

“We need to talk,” I state simply. But talking is the last thing I want to do. I want to fuck her within an inch of her life, to remind myself why I started fucking her in the first place.

“I need to be alone,” she whispers into the phone.

“Scar, get your fucking ass over here,” I demand, knowing my dominance is what turns her on and the only thing that makes her listen.

She doesn’t say anything for a while. I can hear her breathing - it’s shaky. So unlike her.

“I gotta go,” she says, and the words are quickly followed by a dial tone.

I toss my phone to the bed and decide to forget about it. I’ll deal with her ass tomorrow. For now, I'll head to the gym and take my aggression out on the punching bag.

The following day, I find myself outside Scarlett’s apartment. I have the key from all the times I would sneak over her and fuck her raw before returning home to Alyssa.

My dick twitches at the memories. I lick my lips, ready for a taste of her dripping juices on my tongue.

Walking in, I find the apartment dark and void of all sound. I move to her bedroom, flipping on the light, and find my little girl still asleep. She’s on her side, and the purple cover is wrapped around her tightly to her neck. Her fiery red hair is splayed on the pillow, and her lips are slightly parted.

She’s fucking irresistible right now. I lose my clothes, dropping them to the floor at the edge of the bed and crawl in with her. I pull the blanket down, exposing her bare shoulder, then her bare breasts. Her nipples are hard, begging for me to suck them. But I wait, wanting to see the rest of her.

Peeling the remainder of the blanket off, I’m happy to see she’s fully naked.

My hand traces the contours of her body, and I kiss the side of her neck, urging her to wake. My stiff dick pushes into her ass, eager to be nestled inside her warmth.

She moans, and her eyes flutter open. She smiles wickedly when she sees me, and I know she’s been expecting me. This girl can read me like a fucking book.

I capture her lips and roll her into the mattress, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal.

“You want my cock, baby?”

“God yes,” she hisses as I lift her legs and wrap them around me. Slowly, I sink myself into her, and her pussy instantly latches tightly around my cock, pulling me in deeper.

I relish in how snug she feels. I'll still never understand how she can always be this fucking tight after all the abuse I've given her pussy over the last two years.

Leaning down, I mash my lips to hers, desperate to consume her. Our tongues twist and flick with each other, as I slowly pump in and out of her.

There might only be a handful of times we've taken it slow like this, but with her, I enjoy it nonetheless. Feeling her velvety center, absorbing the feel of every ripple, and kissing her like my life depends on it.. It’s like the heaven I've forgotten about while playing in the fiery pits of hell for too long.

I suffered through doing this with Alyssa, but with my Scarlett, it's different and needed.

A little voice yells at me to tell her how I really feel for her, but I silence it by moving my mouth to the side of her neck and sucking hard. I want a trail of purple bruises to mark where I've been.

“Dalton, faster…” she mews, pushing her heels into my ass.

“No, I need this slow. I need to feel every fucking inch of you.”

She smiles and lets her hands glide through my hair, urging me to kiss her again. I swear there's a motherfucking twinkle in her eyes, but I push the sight away, closing my eyes and enjoying the way she feels.

Her legs adjust higher around my back, taking me deeper inside her. This is ecstasy at its best, quite possibly the most incredible sex I've ever had. Who would have thought this would be better than my ramming into her from behind?

But I don’t dare give in to those thoughts or feed the hungry girl below me with them.

“Tell me,” she demands, tugging on my hair.

“There’s nothing to tell, baby, only that you feel so good.”

The smile slips from her face, but I pay no mind. She’s still sopping wet and thrusting her hips toward me, begging for more. That’s all that matters.

“Focus, baby. Focus on how I'm fucking you. My cock in your fucking pussy.” Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she finally absorbs my painstakingly slow thrusts. “You're so close. I need you to come for me, baby. Don't fight it.”

I kiss her again, needing to rid her of her distracting thoughts.

“You're mine, little one.” I pick up my pace, on the verge of my own climax, and I grab her face to make her look at me. As soon as those dark, lustful blues open, I repeat the words that I know will make her come like a freight train. “You’re mine, always. Fucking always Scar…” Her body sags, and her pussy contracts in response. I kiss her again, satisfied my tactic worked, because with one last, deep plunge into her, she detonates around me, and I follow right after.

“Why can’t you tell me you love me, Dalton?” she mutters, destroying our postcoital bliss.

I groan. Not this fucking shit again. Can’t we just enjoy what we have without the complication? I had hoped to prove to her that what we had was good without the love bullshit.

“Because love doesn’t really exist.”

“You loved Alyssa,” she says plainly, moving out of my arms. She sits up, wrapping the sheet around her chest. I snort derisively. I know now that it wasn’t love I had with Alyssa. I thought she’d cured me of my demons and helped me heal, but now as I look back, I know I was just at the point of healing myself from the evil that once tainted my life.

“You made my point. If I really loved her, I wouldn’t have fucked you the night before my wedding. Why ruin what we have with some sappy emotion?”

She doesn’t say anything, tossing the sheet aside and getting out of the bed. She grabs her robe off the door and wraps it tightly around her body.

“The fact that I love you doesn’t change what we have. We can still have all the kinky, dirty sex if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“It’s not. I just don’t want to fill your head with any more delusions.”

I’m surprised when she actually flinches at my words, instead of fighting them. My once cocky, devilish, backstabbing girl has seemed to have disappeared.

“So you’re telling me it was a delusion to think we just made love? Because there was barely an ounce of kink in what we just did or the way you were kissing me. Cause the Dalton I know would have plowed into me, especially after a fight.”

“Vanilla doesn’t equal love, honey,” I bite out bitterly, covering up my half lie. I did make love to her, but it doesn’t mean I’m in love. I wanted to make her feel safe and happy. I still want the girl with the smart-ass mouth, the girl who fucks me on my lunch break, and sucks my dick on command because she wants to be my good little girl.

Love would mean sleeping every night, cuddling, flowers, relying on me... It would mean pretending to be someone I’m not. Someone I already know I can’t be. I’ve already proved once that I’m incapable.

“Then why are you here, Dalton?”

“Because I like what we have. I like fucking you raw.”

Because you’re fucking mine.

She turns around and moves to her dresser, opening the top drawer to grab something out of it. When she turns around, I notice the chain hanging out of her closed palm. She tosses it at me, and it falls onto the bed beside me. The diamond on the chain reflects brightly from the overhead light. It’s the necklace I gave her for her birthday this year. When I saw it, it reminded me of her, of her beauty, so I wanted her to have it.  

It’s the only thing I ever gave her.

Besides hundreds of orgasms.

But I knew the second I gave it to her that it meant everything to her.

“What are you doing?”

“Returning it. I thought you coming here tonight meant you wanted more with me. My sister is gone, and we’re free to do what we please. No worries. But like you said, I’m a delusional idiot for thinking we had a chance at something more. That I could be more than a hole you can fuck.”

I throw the necklace to the end table and move out of bed, walking to her.

“You made yourself just a hole to fuck when you used me to get revenge on your sister. I never put the thought in your head that we could be more. You used me, and I used you.”

“Well, I guess now we have no reason to use each other. We both got what we wanted, and now it’s over.”

I stand in front of her and place my hand around her neck.

“Oh, little girl, it’s far from over,” I growl, and just as I expected, my baby’s eyes light up. I can feel the heat coming off her. “Take the fucking robe off, Scar. Now.”

She doesn’t hesitate and unties the sash, letting it fall to the floor.

“You know you can be such a good girl when you want to be.” My lips crash to hers, forcing my tongue down her throat and robbing her of her oxygen.

I’m going to possess this little girl so she remembers how good we fucking are together.

“I think the vanilla fucked with your mind. That’s my fault because I wanted to take my time with you. That way I could feel every inch of your pussy around my dick and suck your tits till they were purple.” My free hand falls between her legs, my fingers soaking up her arousal before I slip three of them inside of her. She loves when I manhandle her. I would never do anything more than she can handle; hurting her for anything other than her pleasure is not my thing.

“You’re soaking, baby.” I nip at her earlobe before putting my lips to her ear and whispering, “See, I knew you like the hard fucks better. It’s what makes us so good together.”

“Dalton,” she moans, and I quickly hush her.

“Let me remind you again, baby.” My fingers rip from her pussy, and I spin her around, putting her hands behind her back. Finding the slash from her robe, I put it around her wrists and move her to the bed.

I sit down and pull her over my lap, her ass fully exposed and ripe for my hand. I lay my first smack on her right cheek, and she moans. Her sweet juices dripping onto my leg.

“You’re drenching me, baby, and after only one hit.” I smack her left cheek this time. I repeat one after the other, with the occasional dip into her pussy and slurp the goods off my fingers.

I love the way she writhes on me and tries to brush over my leg for friction to her clit. She’s just the way I like her... in desperate need of my cock.

“See, little girl, who needs love when you have this? We’re perfect together as is.”

“Shut up, Dalton.” She hisses, then groans when I smack her ass again.

“What was that, Scar?”

“I said...shut up...” she pants.

Her anger and excitement are battling each other, and I can’t tell which side will when. I love when she’s like this. I love...

Fuck…

I shake my head, ridding the thought of love and smack her ass harder this time. I grin when I see the perfect outline of my handprint. My cock is painfully hard, ready to fuck her senseless.

Lifting her up off my lap, I toss her to the bed on her side. Hungrily, I spread her legs apart and plant my face into her swollen, dripping pussy, devouring her whole.

Her clit throbs on my tongue, and I know she's close to the breaking point. But I'm not ready for this sweet thing to come yet. She’s trying to thrust into my face, but it’s kind of hard with me holding down her opened legs.

Once I’ve had enough of the taste of our mixed arousals, I move off the bed. She whimpers and kicks her legs in protest.

“Don’t move,” I grumble, rummaging through her side table where I know she keeps her toys. I quickly find her vibrator and some lube. I turn the hot pink device on full power.

“When’s the last time you used this?” I ask, kneeling back on the bed. I run the vibrator down her chest and around her erect nipples.

“A couple days ago, when you were being an asshole,” she spits. “And to think it satisfied me better than you could.”

I slap the side of her breast and place my lips to her ear, growling.

“Oh, now you’re just trying to piss me off, baby. We both know that isn’t true.” I slap her breast again, and she moans. “You see, you need me. No fucking dildo or some douchebag with a tiny dick can keep you fulfilled like I do.”

“Thing is, I wouldn’t settle for a douche with a tiny dick, and I can buy a bigger B.O.B, so I’m not too worried. I don’t need you.” Her little smart mouth is on fire tonight.

“Oh? Really?” I roughly grab a handful of her breast and squeeze, while my other hand drags the vibrator to her core. For someone who doesn’t need me, she’s all too willing to open her legs and allow me to do what I please. I run it over her aching clit before pushing it inside of her. “I think you do because there aren’t many who can deal with your type of crazy.”

“Moth--arrrgh--er.”

She’s a shaking, whimpering mess now due to the speed of the dildo inside of her. It's my favorite sight, watching her on the verge of falling apart. Not only is she hot, but her smart mouth can’t reply.

I move off the bed again and yank her trembling body to the edge. Squirting the lube on my dick, I slowly urge my way into her rosebud.

She’s tense at first, but as I ease in, she loosens up for me. I fill her completely, and she lets out a light groan.

“You okay?”

“Yes, I love when you fill my ass, Dalton…”

That fucking word again.

My hand makes contact with her already ripe pink ass and she yelps. Without hesitation, I pull almost all of the way out and slam back into her, making her scream. My pace is relentless, enjoying every ripple of her tight hole. My little girl is enjoying it also. Her heavy pants and moans fill the room.

“Oh, god,” she yells, her whole body clenching up and folding inward as her orgasm rips through her. Her asshole tightens to the point I can't move. “It’s-- it's too much...ugh.”

A wicked grin plays on my lips.

“But you look so beautiful like this, baby.”

“Dalton! Please...” she screams again, begging for mercy from the dildo between her thighs. Her pussy is still quivering, as I pull the device out, throwing it on the bed.

Her ass finally relaxes enough that I can plow into her again.

“I. Told. You. We’re. Good. Together. Feel how good my cock feels inside you, baby. How good we work.” I grunt with each thrust.

“Shut up, asshole,” she bites back, and I slap her ass again.

“Stop with the fucking sass, and just fucking feel it.” I'm pumping harder now, and my balls tighten, ready to bust my load deep inside her ass.

“I hate you…” she grits, and I laugh.

“That’s not what you were saying before, little girl.” My hand finds her clit, rubbing and pinching it, wanting her to come with me. “Come on, Scar. Give it to me.”

With one last, deep plunge, we both come hard with a loud roar. I fall over, my dick slipping from her ass and our breathing is labored.

Fuck. I can't remember the last time I've come this hard. My legs are actually fucking weak.

I untie her wrists and gather her in my arms. Her body is glistening from our activities, and her eyes droop as she lays her head on my chest. I brush her hair back and admire her still-pink ass.

“See how good we are together?” Her body stiffens, and her head pops up to look at me. The sleepy look has vanished.

“I still want more, Dalton.”

I close my eyes tightly, trying to keep my anger at bay, but it fails to wane.

“Damn it, Scarlett.” I seethe to the point that I can feel the vein in my neck throb. “You need to get it through your head that what we have is good fucking, and I'll be glad to give you more of that for as long as you want. But you and I aren't the sort of people who love.” I unwrap myself from her body and slide off the bed. I need to separate from her before I do something I regret.

Get it through your head, baby.

She wraps herself in her sheet. Her nose flares, and the heat starts to rise in her cheeks.

“Just go away, Dalton.”

“For fucks sake, Scar. I’m sick of you crying when you don’t get your way. You need to let this go.”

“I’m so sick of hearing that. The thing is, I don't need to let anything go. Fucking admit it, or get the fuck out of my face, Dalton!” she yells, fiery flames now burning brightly in her sapphire eyes.

Love is a complication. Love is too fucking messy. Love means giving in. Loving me is deception.

But would it be all that bad with maybe the only person who accepts me for the asshole I am?

I shake it off and stare her down, urging -- demanding -- her to quit this act and not ruin what we have.

The fire in her eyes burns out and her body crumbles. My lips twitch knowing I won.

Well, so I thought.

She sighs, and her eyes glint to the nightstand where I threw her necklace.

“I get it. I'm just a good fuck, and I'll never be worth loving. I’ll learn to accept it, but…” she pauses, looking back to me blankly. “You need to go.”

Aggressively, I grab my clothes off the floor, slipping them on, while my eyes remain on hers, waiting for her to fold. She holds my gaze, not backing down.

“You know what, Scarlett? Call me when you grow up.”

“Guess you'll be waiting forever…”

I storm out of the bedroom and slam her door. She’ll be coming back to me, needing me to fuck her, by tomorrow.

She always does.

It’s been two weeks since I’ve seen her, and I’m going insane. She hasn't called, and when I do, it always goes straight to voicemail.

I hate how much I fucking miss her bratty ass. Our affair has always been complicated and risky. I just never thought one of the complications to what we had would be falling in love. We both got what we wanted out of it; she got her revenge with her sister while I got fucked - well.

I met with Alyssa a couple days ago and got the divorce papers signed. After a couple of hours, we both agreed to the terms and won’t have to go to court to settle.

Thank God.

When we talked, Alyssa seemed to have calmed a bit. She’s still bitter of course, but I'm sure what I offered her in the settlement helped ease the pain.

I gave her the house in the Hamptons, most of the furniture, and the convertible, along with the million I gave her that day we broke it off. The only stipulation was she had to promise not to sell our story to the media, along with destroying all of the tapes. We are to cite irreconcilable differences to anyone who asks.

This was the only way we can hopefully move on with both our lives and not allow the divorce to ruin our reputation in the community.

No matter what, I don’t want anyone to think badly of her. She was my wife. While I know our marriage was messy and she had ulterior motives when it came to me, I'll never know if things might have worked if I had actually made a real effort.

Though Alyssa and I parted amicably enough, I can’t say the same for her dad. He has been calling nonstop and leaving threatening messages on my phone. I ended up blocking him because if I hear him call Scar a slut or a stupid attention-seeking brat one more time, my fist is going to meet his face.

I’ve been trying to get some work done today at the office, but my brain won’t cooperate. My mind keeps shifting to thoughts of my redheaded vixen. No matter how much I try to clear my mind of her and tell myself to let her go, I can’t. I’m a selfish prick, and I still want her, even if I can’t give her what she wants in return.

How much longer do I wait for her to give in before I go Tarzan on her ass and lock her up in my house?

What you need to do is move on, Harris.

An hour and a shot later, I’m going through a subpoena when my phone vibrates on the desk. An unknown number flashes on my screen. Thinking it’s probably a client, I answer it.

But the woman's voice on the other end slaps me in the face with a bitter reality and leaves my head spinning. I grab my jacket and sprint out of the office without a second thought.

The words echo through my mind at lightning speed, making them all run together.

“Emergency contact.”

“She’s in bad shape.”

“Severely hurt.”

“ICU”

Suddenly, my whole life has flipped on a dime. Every mistake I’ve made, every stupid thing I’ve said is laid out in perfect clarity. Now I know exactly what I’ve lost. What if my choice led to this? What if I don’t get the chance to rectify it?

I can do nothing but pray it’s not too late to make it right.

I arrive at Mercy hospital and run to the nurse's station on the fifth floor. The nurse's eyes go wide when she takes in my appearance. I’m sure my hair is standing on all ends, and I’m pale and breathing like a panting dog from my anxiety.

I give her the name, and she quickly leads me down the hallway. But I stop in my tracks before entering when I see Alyssa sitting outside on a chair with her head in her hands.

She must hear me approach, and her head pops up. The first thing I notice is the large, purple bruise on her cheek.

“What the fuck happened?” The only information I got on the phone was that Scarlett was in bad shape. Now I’m wondering if these two got into some kick-down, drag-out fight.

“Dalton.” My name comes out with a shudder as she stands to her feet. I notice the dry streaks of tears down her cheeks and how red and swollen her eyes are.

“What happened? Are you the reason she’s here?”

“No-- but maybe – oh, my God.” She sobs and wraps her arms around her chest. “I never in my life expected this. I never would have…”

“Would have what?”

“Dad. He-- he-- hurt her bad, Dalton. I’ve never seen such fury.”

My stomach seems to plummet to my feet, weighing me down. I don’t wait for more explanation; I need to see her.

I race into the room and push the curtain back. The sight in front of me almost causes my stomach to rise from my feet and out of my mouth. My beautiful, fiery vixen is laying in on her back, her face swollen face is a heartbreaking mess. A white gauze bandage is wrapped around her head. Her arms, which are also badly bruised, have IV lines hanging from them. I can’t see the rest of her because she's covered with a blanket, and the machines beep obnoxiously around me.

I walk over to her and take her hand in mine. She feels so cold.

Lifeless.

“Baby,” my voice cracks, “what did he do to you…?”

Frank Price is two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle. For as long as I’ve known the man, I wouldn’t have seen something like this coming. No matter what she could have done, she doesn’t deserve this.

Visions of my childhood rush to the forefront of my mind. Visions I closed off for so long. When I was eight, my mother beat me so badly she put me in the hospital with ten broken bones. I’ve lived with that memory of her rage every day since. It’s healed in time, but there’s no forgetting how the person who is supposed to love you and take care of you is the one who almost kills you.

He’ll pay.

I’ll see to it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Alyssa shifting her weight nervously in front of her bed. I spin my head to her, never letting go of Scar’s hand.

“Why would he do this?”

“He was extremely drunk and pissed off. He had been ranting for weeks about you and Scarlett. I didn’t know he had been calling the both of you, but he threatened Scar to get her to come to the house. What the threat was, I’m not sure. She came over, guns blazing…”

“As always,” I mumble to myself. Alyssa gives me a half smile, but it quickly melts as she continues.

“She was yelling, asking why he gave two shits about her. He yelled something back. I couldn’t hear everything because I was in my old room, but when Scar brought up the barn, that’s when I heard the first crack. I ran out to help her.” Tears flow down her cheeks, wetting the dry ones from earlier. “When I got out there, Scar was curled on the floor as he kicked her in the head. Oh god…” she crumbles to the floor and buries her head in her hands. I have a sudden urge to reach for her, but I can’t bring myself to let go of Scarlett’s hand.

“He was yelling that she was a liar and rammed his fist in her face,” she continued. “I screamed for him to stop, and he told me to butt out. He ordered her to tell him the truth about the barn and about what she did to me. She cried out that she didn’t do it, and he hit her again. That’s when I told him to stop and told him it was me, that I was the one who burned the barn. I was relieved when he stopped hitting her, but then he came over to me and hit me in the face.” She whimpers and points to the bruise on her face. “He then hit me in the chest, knocking the wind out of me. The cops came in a moment later and took him away. Mom called them, but by the time they showed up, Scar wasn’t moving. Dalton, I never thought this could happen…”

It’s as though she’s pleading for me to understand, to believe that her actions eight years ago didn’t cause this situation. This fire has been burning for years within all of them. So many lies and so much betrayal.

“But if you hadn’t lied because you were so worried about losing your trust, none of it would have happened. You are the catalyst for it all. For fucks sake, you could've just said lightning or anything else. As far as I’m concerned, you did this. Scar isn't a saint in the least, and neither am I. But would she have been this vengeful, wanting the love she desperately needed, if you hadn’t fucking done this? I hope the money was worth it,” I spit out, and she flinches from the venom. “I think you should go.” Turning away from her, I sit down in the chair, and for the first time, I pray to the man above instead of the devil below.

“I’m not leaving, but I’ll give you space. No matter what happened between me and Scar, she’s still my sister. Love and hate are separated by a fine line. I want to make sure she’s going to be okay. I never wanted this.”

“Just go.” I don’t look at her when I point to the door.

“Dalton?”

“What?” I bark and turn to her, glaring.

Just go away.

“Love her. Because I know you do.” And with that, she turns on her heel and leaves us.

I do.

I fucking love this crazy, vindictive, smart-mouthed, sexy, fiery vixen.

Moments later, I hear the door open. I'm about to snap at whoever is walking in but stop when I notice the white lab coat. The older man has graying hair and a tall, thin build. He smiles at me, opening up a chart.

“You must be Mr. Harris?” I nod. “I’m Dr. Martin. I'm overseeing Miss Price’s treatment.”

“Can you tell me what's going on? Is she going to be okay?”

“Miss Price has a skull fracture. The blows to the head also caused some minor brain swelling. We think in the next couple days it should return to normal. We will monitor it closely. For now, it's better for her to sleep. She had a dislocated shoulder, which we have already popped into place. The swelling in her face should die down, but I'm worried about her vision from the blunt trauma to her head...”

“Jesus.”

If I ever get my hands on Frank, I might kill him.

“Considering the beating she took, she’s doing fairly well. I can tell she's a fighter.”

You have no idea.

“And so is the baby.”

My head whips toward him so quickly I swear it should’ve snapped off.

Did he just say baby?

Noticing my wide-eyed expression, the doctor falters. He opens his mouth and closes it again. I can tell he wants to say something else, but he seems to change his mind and continues.

“Her mother told the EMS that Miss Price was pregnant. We ran an ultrasound after we finished assessing her. The baby appears to be about eight weeks and has a strong heartbeat. We'll keep an eye on it, of course. But according to the sister she was in the fetal position for most of the abuse, and there’s no trauma to her midsection. I'd say she was protecting the baby, so I believe the chances of the fetus surviving will be good.”

My head is still spinning from the idea of Scar being pregnant. Eight weeks? Did she know about this before the shit hit the fan? Was this part of the setup to keep me and get rid of Alyssa?

It’s not like I would put it past Scarlett to try something like forgetting birth control on purpose to trap me.

But then why hasn’t she told me?

I shake it off, not wanting to get into every possible scenario. Right now, the most important thing is she’s going to be okay. The other details, I can work out later when she wakes.

“I’ll be back in a while to check on her. The nurse, I’m sure, will be back shortly to check her vitals again.”

“Thank you.”

“Oh, before I go.” He reaches into Scar’s file and hands me a black and white photo. I stare down at the grainy photo and make out hands, feet, eyes.

This is my baby.

Our baby.

I thank him again before he walks out the door.

My eyes shift to Scarlett’s belly. It’s hard to see much under all the blankets but it’s clear her belly is still flat. My hand glides across it, and my mind is still reeling at the news that we’re going to be parents.

Having kids is something I’ve never wanted. When I married Alyssa, she was on board with that, and I now can’t help but wonder if it was because they would’ve gotten half of my money. Whatever the reason, it was something we both clicked on.

As for Scarlett, I have no idea where she stood on kids and marriage. It wasn’t something we ever talked about. Plus, she’s twenty. She’s so young and has so much life to live. Is this even something she wants?

I hover my face over hers and brush the matted hair away from her face. I hate so much that I can barely recognize her face under all the purple and blue. I place a light kiss on her swollen lips and beg her to get better soon.

I plop back in my seat, still clenching her hand and knowing I’m not leaving till she wakes.

But there is one thing I have to take care of. Pulling out my cell with my free hand, I dial my friend at the DA's office to ask for a few favors.

I’m going to make sure Frank Price pays for what he did. He’ll spend the rest of his life in jail, the

way my mother should’ve all those years ago.

Three days later.

Sapphire eyes blink curiously at me. It’s the best sight I’ve seen in days.

No, make it weeks from the last time I saw her.

She’s awake, finally.

“Dalton?” She whispers, but it sounds like she swallowed a bag of gravel. “Wh--” Her head turns to the empty wall beside her, and she flinches and groans. I’m sure she’s stiff and sore.

“Hey, baby. It’s good to see you…” She continues to stare at the wall in silence. “I missed you…”

Still nothing, and I’m trying to come up with the right thing to say when the door opens. Dr Martin walks in with a smile on his face.

“Miss Price, I’m glad to see you awake,” he says, walking over to the side of the bed to which her head is turned. “How are you feeling?”

“Shitty,” she mumbles.

“To be expected, sweetie. Can you rate your level of pain? One being okay, ten being the worst.”

“A zillion…” She moans, and closes her eyes.

“Alright. I’ll get the nurse to up your pain meds. Since you were unconscious and your pressure and heart rate were good, we kept the doses at the minimum. I’m going to have a look at you and then take you to CT.” Dr. Martin turns to me as two of the female nurses walk in, “Mr. Harris, would you mind giving us a few minutes.”

“Sure.” I rise to my feet but not before leaning over to kiss her cheek, which is less puffy and is now turning a light brown and green. “I’ll be back, Scar… I love you…”

I see her body stiffen when I finally manage to utter the words I've been preparing to say for days. She still doesn't look at me, but I try to not think anything of it as I leave the room.

Alyssa and Ronda are in the waiting room when I walk in to grab a drink from the machine. I don’t say anything to them as I insert my money, clicking the large button that says Mt Dew, and it falls with a loud thud to the opening. Popping open the can, I turn to them and lean back against the humming machine.

“She’s awake…”

“Oh, thank god,” Alyssa says, her shoulders sagging in relief.  

“How is she?” Ronda whispers, and tears spill from her eyes in relief. The two of them have been here every day, for hours at a time. I let her mother in the room for a bit, but she didn’t stay long. She knew Scar wouldn’t want her there, and she blamed herself for her insane husband’s actions and for not stepping in.

Ronda had also been knocked around before Scar got to the house. She’d been hiding when her daughter arrived, but once she heard Scarlett and Frank fighting, she called 911.

I’ve since come to find out this isn’t Frank’s first time using his fist with his wife or with Scarlett. Ronda told me that sometime after the fire, he beat Scarlett severely, breaking her arm, a leg, and her collarbone. It was the last time he hurt her physically that Ronda was aware of, until now. But the emotional abuse was just as bad, if not worse.

When he somehow found out Scar was pregnant with my child, he lost his shit and downed liquor like water, spurring on his anger. It seems Alyssa was the only one not acquainted with his rage until the other day, and it had taken her by surprise.

I believe her when she says she had no idea of the abuse. Her mother never said anything, and neither did Scarlett. Hell, Scarlett never even told me. I’m not sure why, but I have a feeling it’s because she didn’t think anyone would believe her. I was pissed that Ronda stayed with him after what he had done, but it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve heard of a battered woman staying with the abusive husband.

“She’s sore. I didn’t really get much information. Dr Martin wanted to talk to her and get another CT scan.”

“Hopefully, this means the swelling is gone if she’s awake.” I nod and chug the rest of my soda. “We also bring some good news,” Ronda goes on. “I’m not sure if you heard yet, but Frank pleaded guilty to assault in the first degree. He will go in front of a judge in a few days, but I guess someone in the D.A.’s office is working out some plea?”

A smirk crosses my lips at the knowledge that it’s all going as planned. My friend, Richard, was the lead D.A. on the defense. Since Scarlett was pregnant and severely hurt, they’re not letting him go for anything less than nineteen years, twenty being the maximum penalty. We could wait for the judge to decide his outcome, but why take the risk of Frank only getting the minimal five years?

I only wish I could’ve pushed to get the asshole a life sentence. With any luck, his jail mates will make his life a living hell and hopefully he’ll get ass raped; repeatedly.

“They’ll make sure he gets what he deserves,” I shrug and toss my can into the trash. I’m itching to get back to Scarlett.

“Thank you, Dalton.” Ronda stands and places her hand on my shoulder, and it’s clear that she understood the part I played in her husband’s prosecution.

“I didn’t do it for you. I did it for the girl you should’ve given two shits about in the first place,” I snap. I head for the door without another word. Abused or not, you don’t give up on your child, no matter what the fuck they might have done.

That’s something I’m going to pride myself on no matter what when it comes to my child. I can already anticipate my child being a troublemaker, with Scar’s and my DNA running through them. I’m sure I’ll be tested at every corner.

“Dalton, wait,” Alyssa’s voice calls after me, and I stop and turn to her.

“What do you want, Alyssa?” I groan.

She hands me an envelope with Scarlett's name on it. It’s thick, so I’m guessing there’s a bunch of folded paper inside. “Can you give this to her? When she’s ready?”

“What’s in here?” I’m not giving Scar anything that could add more shit on top of what she’s already gone through.

“A note. Telling her how sorry I am. You can read it first because I know you don’t trust me. I know she won’t want to see me, and I just need to tell her. Even if she doesn’t give two shits. Feel free to give it to her whenever you think she can handle it. Also,” she pulls out another envelope. “I’m giving you back the house in the Hamptons. Maybe when she gets out… You know, you could take her. When we were little, she loved the beach. Plus, according to Scar, you both fucked all over that house for a week when you were supposed to be on a business trip… so, I’ll pass.”

I roll my eyes, not surprised Scar shared that with her sister as an extra blow to the gut. But I can’t help the twitch of a smile and the twitch in my dick when I think back to that week six months ago. I think it was one of the few times Scarlett was herself, relaxed, and maybe even happy. It also may have been the only time we acted like a normal couple. Now that I think about it, I’m guessing that’s the moment she changed, wanting more.

“When did she tell you that?”

“Shortly after our break up. I was just going to sell the place, but now…” She shrugs. “I guess it doesn’t feel right. Seeing my dad beating her like that and then hitting me, it opened my eyes to all the things I’ve done wrong. If I was a better sister or if I wasn’t so money-hungry, maybe this mess could have been avoided. Maybe my baby sister would be my best friend. Who knows? I have a lot of shit to work out, myself.”

“I think we all do,” I mutter.

We both nod our goodbyes for now, and I stand outside Scar’s room waiting for her.

When she gets back from CT an hour later, Scarlett is in no mood to talk and falls back to sleep almost instantly. Her scans looked good, and the swelling has subsided. They wanted to wait to do the ultrasound until she was much more coherent, but they could hear the heart with the fetal doppler.

Dr Martin has suggested that she talk to a psychiatrist. Considering the physical abuse she went through and all the past shit she’s been handed, she’ll more than likely need to talk to someone who can help her through the healing process.

Now, I just have to wait for her to wake up enough that we can talk.

The next afternoon, Scarlett wakes more lucid than before. She spent most of the night groaning every time she moved. Around two a.m., she woke for a bit, and we ended up having a staring contest until she passed out again.

“How are you feeling this morning?” I sit on the edge of the bed and take her hand in mine.

She gives a little shrug of her shoulders, and her eyes leave mine to look at the damn wall again.

“I’m sorry this happened to you. You didn’t deserve this, and I want you to know your father is going to pay for what he did. He’s already pleaded guilty, so you won’t have to go to court,” I tell her, sighing in relief when she says ‘okay’ under her breath.

“Baby, please look at me.” My fingers reach out and stroke her hair.

After a minute her eyes glint my way, and she stares me down. Her tongue darts out, licking her chapped lips.

“Why are you here? If it’s out of pity, you can go. I’ll be okay.”

“I’m here because I love you.”

“You love me, now? So I had to end up in the hospital looking like I went ten rounds with Mike Tyson for you to tell me? Like I said, it’s pity, not love.”

“It’s not fucking pity, Scar,” I growl. “I think I’ve always fucking loved you. I’ve been dealing with your crazy and manipulative ways, not to mention fucking you every way from here to Sunday for the last two years. You drove me nuts, but the thing is… I loved it. I could have kicked you to the curb so many times, but I was addicted to you for more than just the sex. When you weren’t trying to get your ass spanked, we talked and got along. Sure, I felt guilty at times because of Alyssa. I was still her husband. It was my job to care about her, whether I liked it or not. But I always let the devil win because, God damn, I couldn’t get enough of you.”

Her head drops, and I watch as a couple tears slip from her eyes.

“But look at me. I’m hideous now. The doctor wasn’t sure if I would have any permanent marks after this. He said we won’t know till the bruising clears up.”

“I don’t give a shit,” I say bluntly, and she rolls her eyes. I smirk when my dick stirs, telling me he doesn’t give a shit either. “Even with all these bruises, you’re still beautiful.” I wipe away the fallen tears from her cheeks. She snorts, but a crack of a smile breaks out on her face,

“My, my, never would I have pictured the day Dalton Harris could say something so romantic.”

I grab her hand and place it on my crotch. My dick twitches and grows automatically at her touch.

“Just to prove I’m not lying.” This time I get a full giggle out of her.

“There’s the real Dalton.” Her giggle fades as fast as it came, and she claims her hand back from my groin, resting it on her belly.

“Have you seen the baby yet?”

“Yeah,” she whispers. “Dr Martin said he or she is okay.”

“They are. Thank god.” My hand covers hers, and she gives me a weak smile. All signs of the bubbly girl I had a second ago are gone.

“When did you find out you were pregnant?” I ask curiously, wondering if she was hiding this while we were still together.

“A couple of days before I went to see my dad. I was really sick for like a week, so I went to get checked out, and they told me. One of the nurses was a friend of the family. I didn’t think anything of it, but I guess she told my dad I was pregnant.”

I close my eyes, and I know the next thing I need to do is see that the nurse is fired.

“He started calling me nonstop after that, telling me to come to the house or he would see to it I was outed to all of New York as a slut. I only went because I was so pissed and wanted him to leave me alone. He hadn’t laid a hand on me since I was thirteen, and I wanted him to see it was his prized daughter that destroyed his fucking barn.”

“Alyssa did confess to him…”

“Whatever, too fucking late.”

I opt to drop the conversation about her sister, not needing to press the issue now, and change the subject.

“Were you going to tell me about the baby?”

“No,” she says softly and stares down at her hands that are twisting in her lap.

I'm taken aback by her answer. I guess I assumed she’d tell me if for no other reason than to get me back.

“Why not?”

She sighs heavily and looks back to the blank wall for another staring contest. This isn't going to work. Gently, I touch her cheek and turn her to look at me.

“Why, Scar? Why would you keep this from me? You know I would have supported you.”

“You told me love didn’t exist. So if you couldn’t love me, how could you love this child? The last thing I would want for him or her is to feel like their parent didn’t love or care for them. I know exactly how terrible that feels. And no matter how crazy and twisted I might be, I wasn’t going to make you think you had to be with me or had to do anything for me and this baby. God knows, you’d probably say I did it to trap you or whatever bullshit. I didn’t know how I was going to do it on my own, but I would have figured it out.”

“Well, I can tell you right now, that fucking isn't happening,” I say firmly, letting my hand fall from her cheek, down her chest to her belly. “I’m going to take care of what's mine. And you're fucking mine, Scarlett. Do you hear me?” Her eyes dilate, and she bites her lip.

What do you know, she still likes my controlling ass.

“Yes, sir.”

I reach in and kiss her lips.

“I. Love. You. My crazy girl.”

“I love you too, asshole.”

Three Years Later…

Long red hair is wrapped around my wrist and gripped in my fist as I plow violently into my wife from behind. She’s bent over the couch, and her ass is a nice shade of pink. It's my favorite sight, next to watching my dick slide in and out of her soaking tight pussy.

Scarlett thrusts back, and I can feel her walls tighten around my dick as she chases her orgasm.

Well, that's not fucking happening.

Not yet at least.

I pull my dick out, her juices making it glisten. It's still painfully hard as it waits for the next hole.

“What the fuck, Dalton?” Scarlett hisses, turning her head as far as she can, with her hair still in my fist.

“Oh no, baby. You’ve been a naughty girl, and I plan to spend the whole night fucking you all over this house. When I'm ready for you to come, you’re going to explode and shake so badly you won't remember your fucking name.”

Goosebumps rise on her body, and a shiver goes down her spine, wordlessly telling me how much she likes the prospect of my threat.

It's not very often we get the house to ourselves, and I plan to take advantage of it.

Our daughter, Denise, who was born with the same fiery red hair as her mother, is spending the night with Alyssa.

I’m still amazed by the turn of events.

In the last year, the sisters have come to make peace with each other. When their mom died two years ago, they had to come face-to-face for the funeral and to handle the estate. Ronda had divorced Frank after he’d begun to serve his sentence and, with my help, took him for everything he had. In her will, Ronda split the house, the money, and the other valuables between the girls. That’s when I decided it would be a good time to give Scarlett Alyssa’s letter. She did read it… and promptly tore it up into little pieces. But it was what got the girls to actually start talking and hashing everything out. They spent that first year after their mother’s death yelling, screaming, and crying, while I spent it with a fucking migraine.

Then one day, I came home, and they were hugging.

I thought I’d entered the twilight zone at first, and even our daughter looked confused at the hugging sisters.

But it was about fucking time they’d settled their shit.

Now they’re as close as can be. Alyssa has since remarried, and this time, it seems to be for the right reasons. Dean is a banker and makes a good living, but their lifestyle isn’t anything close to the one I used to provide for her. He’s a nice guy, and we actually hang out from time to time. It’s odd as hell, but so be it for a moment of fucking peace from our wives.

Pulling Scar to my chest, I grab her chin and slam my lips to hers, needing a taste of her sweet, honeyed lips.

“Get on your knees,” I growl, grabbing her shoulders pushing her down. “Suck your juices off me, baby.”

She lands on her knees, and I grab my dick, rubbing it along her pouty lips. She opens her mouth, and I watch as it disappears down her throat.

“Do you know how fucking sensational you look with your mouth full of my cock?” Her sapphire eyes look up at me, glazed over with lust, and a hint of mischief swirls within them.

Her dainty hand massages my balls, and her teeth scrape ever so lightly as she moves up and down my shaft. I groan, tangling my hand in her hair again, knowing it’s only going to take me a few more pumps before I spill in her waiting mouth.

“Fuck, Scar…” I push her head down, making her swallow me whole and come down her throat with a loud pleasurable grunt. My eyes dart back down to her as her mouth slides off my dick, and I watch her swallow every ounce I gave her.

“Come here…” I wiggle my finger, wanting her to stand. She rises slowly to her feet and licks her lips seductively.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” My fingers trace down her face, over the swell of her breast, to the larger swell of her belly, where our second child is growing. “Now, how long before I can knock you up again after this?”

She snorts.

“Never. Because you're getting the snip.” She grabs my hand and moves it between her legs. I eagerly slip two fingers into her drenched core.

“That's never happening, baby. I like you like this. You're so much more responsive,” I grin, when her body quivers, my fingers do a come-hither motion against her cervix. “And believe it or not, you're twice as horny.”

“Fuck me, Dalton,” she begs, bracing her arms on my shoulders, to support her wobbling legs.

I pull my fingers from her core and put them in my mouth, sucking them dry. She snarls, sinking her nails in my shoulders, pissed that I left her hanging again.

“Oh, and you taste fucking sweeter too.”

“I don't care. Fuck me now, asshole, before I hurt you.”

I chuckle and lift her in my arms, carrying over to the kitchen counter. I spread open her legs and devour my favorite meal.

Her pussy is still my favorite afternoon snack at the office.

The second I know she’s about to come, I pull away again.

Before her smart mouth can yell at me, I slam into her, making her come instantly. Her head lolls and falls to rest on my forehead as I rock slowly in and out of her.

“You feel so good, baby.”

“It would feel better if you rammed into me harder.” She tugs on my hair and bites my bottom lip. My hand goes around her neck, making her release my lip, and she gives me a wicked smirk.

“God, I love you,” I tell her, my mouth pressed to hers as I roll her nipple between my fingers.

“I know, I know. But goddammit, motherfucker, fuck me like you hate me,” she growls, thrusting her hips.

“Oh, you're playing with fire now, little girl.” I bite the side of her neck, and her pussy tightens in response. I'm going to fuck her so hard she'll end up screaming loudly enough that the neighbors a mile over will call the cops.

“Well, it just so happens this little girl loves getting burned.”

       THE END!!!

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