“Promise?”
“Yes, Scarlett. I promise you can snoop around to your heart’s content if that’s really what you want.”
I pulled her into my bathroom. It had a slate floor and black tiles on the walls. I had a separate bath to the shower and a large counter for the sink with a big mirror above it.
“Strip and put your clothes in a pile there.”
I pointed at a space underneath my heated towel rack. I would dispose of all our clothes later. Scarlett took a long minute to look around the bathroom, leaving me impatient for her to get on with it.
“Scarlett, clothes off and in the shower. Now.”
She put her hands up.
“Okay, okay, Jesus. Calm down, bossy boots.”
I watched her take her clothes off, unable to help myself from admiring her curves. She glanced at me as she stepped into my shower and flipped it on.
“Are you coming?”
I tugged my clothes off and dumped them in the pile with hers. She watched me walk towards her, her eyes wide when I grabbed her around the waist and hauled her against me under the spray. My fingers ran down her wet skin, savouring the softness of her body.
“I’m going to smell of you now,” she murmured, staring up at me with a smirk on her lips.
“What do I smell like?”
“Sin.”
I chuckled and leant down, capturing her mouth and cupping her face with my hand. When I pulled away, I grabbed the shower gel and squirted some on my hands. Whilst I was just about ready to fuck the living daylights out of Scarlett, I had other ideas for how and where I wanted to do it.
“I think you must like the smell of sin,” I told her as I washed her body. “You seem to like me.”
“I more than just like you,” she mumbled as I turned her around and washed her back.
I didn’t want to read into that, even though my heart fired off at her words. Picking up the shampoo to distract myself, I started washing her hair. I’d managed to get blood in it earlier and wanted to make sure she was clean of all traces of those men.
“I’m going to have to get a set of toiletries for your room too now, like I have done with the others.”
“Who says you’ll spending a lot of time in here?”
She let out a little huff and crossed her arms over her chest.
“If you don’t want an equal share of my time, that’s your loss. I’m sure Pres, West and Frankie will be happy to take your nights off your hands.”
I tugged her back against my chest and ran my hands down her front, stroking them across her breasts. She shivered but continued pouting.
“Such a brat,” I whispered in her ear as I cupped her pussy and slid my fingers along her lips. “I’ll get Francis to tie you to my bed so you can’t leave if you start with that line of thinking.”
“Then don’t be out here trying to withhold bedroom privileges from me. I already have to put up with not having my own one.”
I had ideas of how to create a space for her in our penthouse, but it was something I was going to discuss with the others, so now wasn’t the time.
As much as I wanted to continue playing with her, we needed to finish washing. I let go of her to condition her hair after rinsing the shampoo out. She let me without complaint and gave me a shy smile when I allowed her to wash me in return.
I pulled her out of the shower, flipping it off before wrapping a large towel around her small body and drying her thoroughly. I set Scarlett on the counter whilst I dried myself. She used a smaller towel to dry her hair enough so it was no longer dripping.
Picking her up off the counter, I took her into my room and strode across to my bed. I set Scarlett down in the middle of it and crawled over her. My fingers traced a line down her chest, watching her skin prickle from the contact. She stayed perfectly still, allowing me to explore her stunning body, scars and all. I stroked her ‘war’ brand. It had healed up, leaving pink lines across her skin that would eventually turn white. West now had a matching one she’d given him on his chest. It was a little like the binding of two souls, which I had to admit felt apt for her and West. They were both as unhinged as each other at times.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, settling my fingers across the biggest scar on her abdomen. “I’ve always thought so, but now… now you’re more so. All of your imperfections are perfect to me.”
“Drake…”
“Shh.” I put my finger to her lips. “Don’t say anything.”
I sat up and reached over to my bedside table. Scarlett was suitably distracted from looking around my room right now, but she could later after I’d had my way with her. I dug out a small knife. She watched me use it to make a small nick on my wrist. Blood pooled around the cut. I coated my finger in it before leaning over her. Her eyes followed the path of my finger across her chest, painting a word on it in blood.