Chapter 32
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Adam van pulled out of the driveway and started heading down the street, towards Alisa's...probably. As soon as it was out of sight, I headed towards Scarlett's front door. It was still early; she was probably still sleeping, but I didn't care. I hadn't even seen her get home last night, and she had been avoiding my calls.
I approached the front door. Adam had stupidly left the door unlocked, not an uncommon mishap, I might add. So I strolled right in, taking the steps two at a time as I made my way up to her bedroom. I didn't bother knocking as I pushed open her bedroom door.
Scarlett was fast asleep, her legs and arms wrapped around the covers. She was still fully dressed, her hair a tangled knot and makeup smudged across her face and pillow. Her tee had risen up, revealing the skin of her back and hips. Somehow she still looked sexy as hell. I decided to have a little fun with my sleeping beauty. So instead of waking her up or making my presents known, I slipped into the bed beside her, tucking my arms in behind my head.
Scarlett turned in her sleep toward me, her head falling onto my chest, her fingers curling into my tee. A happy sigh falling from her lips. I chuckled. The movement of my chest making her eyes flutter open. She took in a deep breath, then suddenly bolted upright. Her eyes falling on me, a squeal leaving her lips.
“What the fuck, Loki!” She protested, scrambling away from me, trying to hide herself under the twisted covers. Her eyes fuming. I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing, only making her madder.
“Get the hell out!” She orders, chucking a pillow at my face. I throw it back.
“Come on, princess, you know you want me in your bed,” I smirk at her. She rolls her eyes at me before getting out of bed.
“Nope. I know where you have been,” Scarlett remarks, walking into her bathroom.
“Ouch!” I chuckle, watching her arse as she walks away—such a hot piece of arse. “Speaking of where we have been. Where were you last night, Cinderella? I didn't see you come in,” I question.
“You know stalking is a felony. Breaking and entering too,” She called back, defecting the question.
“Please, the front door was unlocked, and stalking is unwanted attention. You enjoy every moment of mine,” I counter. She reappears from the bathroom, her face clean of makeup.
“Isn't that what every psychopathy would think?” She points out, glaring at me. I give her a cocky smile, letting my eyes wander over her body. “Stop undressing me with your eyes!” She protests, crossing her hands over her chest in an attempt to hide herself.
“Come here, and I'll undress you properly,” I flirt, licking my lips.
“God, your insatiable!” she groans, stalking into her closest. I laugh, getting to my feet and following after her. She had been searching through a row of tops but stilled when she heard me approach, her back facing me. I wrap my arms around her hips, pressing my chest ageist her back. Her breathing becomes uneven, her pulse quickening.
“You didn't answer my question,” I remind her, resting my head on her shoulder.
“I told you I had plans,” She breaths, her body melting back into mine.
“Were you with him?” I press, letting my lips graze ageist her neck. Her body shuddering at the touch. She sucked in a deep breath.
“Yes,” She admits, her head tilting to the side, allowing me better access to her neck. I let my lips drift up to her ear, my breath tickling her skin.
“Did he touch you?” I question. My fingers trailing over the cold skin of her exposed stomach. Scarlett seizing my wrist before my hands could wander any further.
“No. I fell asleep.”
“Good girl,” I smile, satisfied with her answer. I reward her by pull her ear lobe into my mouth, sucking it gently. She gasps, her nails clawing into my wrist and thigh. I nip at it gently, letting my tongue flutter over the edge, before pulling back to blow on the damp skin, making her gasp.
Scarlett turns her head toward me, her eyes on my lips. Begging me to kiss her. But I don't give her want she wants, a cocky smile on my lips. Instead, I nudge her face away with my nose. A whimper leaving her lips. God, she was so easy to tease. Suddenly my tongue darts out, assaulting her ear. She moans loudly, her knees going weak. I don't let her fall, pulling her body ageist me, my hands gripping her hips hard. She presses her thighs together. Her body shuddering and shivering. I let my tongue explore her ear, my breath tickling over her skin.
“Loki,” She whines, her nails digging deeper into my thigh. God, this was turning me on way more than it should have.
Suddenly I'm pressing her hard ageist the door fame, my body taking control of my head. She gasps, trying to twist around to face me, but she can't. I have her pinned. My hands exploring up her inner thighs, my hips grinding ageist her perky arse. Fuck.
She looks over her shoulder at me, lust burning in her green eyes. Her mouth trying to catch mine. I give in, letting my lips crash ageist hers. She moans, kissing me back hard and desperate. Her body arching, her arse matching my thrusts. It wasn't long before my cock was throbbing painfully in my pants. I didn't think as I started to unbutton her jeans, my hand slipping into her panties.
She doesn't stop me as my fingers move down, down, down. I needed to hear her moan for me. If nothing else, I needed her to cum with my name on her lips. She was so fucking wet. I find her clit, circling it slowly with my thumb. Scarlett cursed, squirming ageist me. Her thighs clenched, I bit her lower lip. Ordering her to open for me. She obeys, loosening her thighs. Her tongue darting into my mouth, our tongues clashing against each other. Keeping my thumb on her clit, I press two fingers inside her tight wet pussy. Making her moan into my mouth, her knees going weak. I press ageist her harder, letting her feel my need.
I slowly start to move my fingers in and out of her tight pussy, my thumb stroking her Clit, my tongue massaging ageist hers. Her hands clawing against me, her kisses turning frantic. I move inside her faster, my thumb flicking her clit. I had her screaming, begging for me to let her cum in a matter of minutes. Her mouth falling from my lips to bite into my neck hard. “Fuck”, I groan, curling my fingers inside her to stroke ageist her g spot. Just like that. Her pussy starts to squeeze ageist my fingers, her body turning limp in my arms. She lets out one final moan as she climaxes hard.
(Scarlett)
Wow...Just wow. I couldn't keep the smile off my face. I was on a high that I was sure would never dim. I was feeling lighter than air and happier than life. Loki Fucking Morganstar. I couldn't quite believe that he would ever be interested in a girl like me. I biting my bottom lip as I recall Loki's touch, his lips on my ear, his body pressed against mine. Fuck.
“Scarlett Winters,” The teacher fumed, slamming a book on my desk. I jump back in my seat. Recalling where I was. I was in second period and still daydreaming. Shit.
“Sorry”, I mumble, a blush staining my cheeks.
“Would you like to repeat for the class what I just said?” He demands. I had no idea. I dare a glance at the whiteboard. A projection of slides was on display, Freedom of speech and art. Shit. I look around at the other students, who were all staring and smirking at me. “Well, Miss Winters?” He presses.
“I-” I stumble. Before I could come up with an excuse, Barbie, who had been sitting next to me, slid her notes casually across the table. I hadn't even realised she was there. I didn't hesitate. I began reading, “We were talking about artistic freedom. Which can be defined as ' the freedom to imagine, create and distribute diverse cultural expressions free of governmental censorship, political interference or the pressure of non-state actors such as religion'. You when on to say that this is not exclusive to visual art but also includes plays, music, dance film, literature and poetry.” I restate. The teacher glances between me and Barbie, who casually leans her hand over her notes, smiling up at him.
“Next time, please write your own notes.” The teacher dismissed before walking back to the head of the class to counties his lecture. I dared a glance back at Barbie; why had she helped me? I had after all broken her nose and she had bullied my best friend, scaring the fear of rape into her. Barbie, however, was not looking at me instead frantically scribbling something. I shrugged, thinking nothing of it, turning back to the teacher, pushing thoughts of Loki to the back of my head. A short moment later, a piece of paper fluttered onto my desk. I looked down. And they're writing in Barbie’s perfectly feminine writing read:
'Scarlett,
I'm sorry for my part in our little disagreement. Let’s put everything behind us and start fresh. Friends?
Love,
Cheryl xx'
I read and reread the message three times over. I was grateful for her help with Mr Norwood, but that didn't make us friends. I couldn't just forget the past few weeks, and neither could Storm. What she had done to my best friend couldn't be undone. I shook my head and scrunched up the note. Sitting back in my chair without looking at her. She got the picture and didn't bother to try talking to me again. I was quite impressed with the nerve of the girl, in all honestly. It had taken guts to ask, but that didn't excuse a thing. Storm would not be able to put this mess behind her so easily, and for her, I wouldn't either.
