SCARLET'S POV
While resting on Ryder's lap, I must have drifted off without realizing, lost in a haze of intoxication. It was in this half-conscious state that I was startled awake by a commotion as Scarface barged into the club, disturbing my slumber.
Ryder's voice boomed, snapping me out of my daze. "You're off limits, Scar!" he yelled, shaking me into full wakefulness.
"She's for the SAINT!" Scarface retorted. Before I could fully comprehend his words in my drunken haze, he swiftly pulled me from the couch and whisked me away without further debate.
Moments later, we arrived at the Fedele pack house, and he deposited me onto Xavier's bed before departing.
In my highly intoxicated state, catching sight of Xavier only in his underwear completely altered my mood.
Despite his usual aloofness, he undeniably held a power over me. However, I couldn't help but wonder about the sudden change. Why was he only in his underwear today when he typically kept himself covered, seemingly disinterested in my body?
Attempting to question him about this newfound desire, I was met with dismissal as he reminded me of his ownership over me.
This possessiveness was a conflicting mix of bitter and sweet, a boldness they wouldn't dare display when I assisted Harry in their downfall.
He laid me down, teasingly exploring my body, his touch sending shivers down my spine. It was an unfamiliar sensation, this intensity in our intimate encounter.
The experience felt thrilling and unfamiliar, and I found myself not wanting him to cease. Yet, my attention shifted to his exposed arousal, and without hesitation, I eagerly pursued it.
Skilled at what I do, I took his cock fully into my mouth, eliciting a slight moan from him. It seemed he had been without such pleasure for a while, or perhaps his previous encounters hadn't matched up.
As I steadily and swiftly indulged in the act, he couldn't contain his pleasure, releasing loud moans. However, my efforts halted midway upon hearing him call out another woman's name.
He moaned, "Oh, goddess! Egro!" and my pause was prompted by the mention of another woman. Was I merely a substitute because he couldn't have the one he truly desired?
"Continue," he demanded, asserting his dominance. After all, he was my master.
I questioned whether it truly mattered what name he used while I performed. But his persistent use of her name dampened my enthusiasm for continuing our intimate encounter.
***
The following morning, I slowly opened my eyes, turning to find Xavier absent from the bed.
Letting out a sigh, I rose, my head aching from the previous night's escapade. Having Xavier in such an intimate way was different, yet unsatisfying as he had loudly called out her name while I pleasured him. Nevertheless, I pushed the thought aside and sluggishly made my way out of his bed, naked.
Collecting my scattered clothes around his room, I hurriedly dressed, preparing to return to my own quarters when the door creaked open, revealing Xavier.
He passed me without a word.
"Is he always this distant?" Despite our intimacy the night before, he seemed indifferent to how I felt, offering no acknowledgment or gratitude for our encounter.
"Good morning," I forced through gritted teeth.
He hummed, pulling down his shorts, indicating he was getting ready to go out.
"Did you go into Eliot's chambers to retrieve the book?" he inquired, instantly setting my mind racing. The book again?
"Yes, there was nothing there," I confirmed.
"It's in the Consigliere's chambers," he revealed, causing my eyes to widen in alarm. The mere idea of his next order sent shivers down my spine, making my breath shallow and rapid.
"It's in Addison's private quarters, where you spent the night," he continued.
I kept my composure, refusing to turn and reveal the turmoil within me. But how did he know I had spent the night in Addison's quarters? Who was feeding him this information?
"I want you to retrieve it from there," he finally commanded, causing my heart to almost leap out of my chest.
Why would he send me to Addison? Of all people, why him? My conscience wouldn't allow me to betray his previous kindness towards me.
"No, I can't," I murmured.
"Get the book tonight!" His command was firm.
"Is there anything else?" His unwavering gaze fixed on me.
Those eyes rendered me speechless, and even if I wanted to speak, it felt pointless after arguing with Tafe and neglecting the true mastermind.
"I can't go in there," I muttered under my breath, hoping to avoid an overreaction.
He smiled and moved closer, lifting my chin. "Have you fallen for him?"
"I heard he's been cooking and singing for you," he added mockingly, his laughter tinged with derision, making me nearly cringe.
"I own you. You'll do as I say! Your body is at my disposal, you'll follow my rules, and every word from me is a command crucial to your existence," he sneered.
"No, your life truly depends on it," he added before walking out on me.
I stood there, utterly bewildered, torn between refusal and betraying the one man who had shown me kindness, the man I had fallen in love with—Addison.
Addison had treated me with genuine care; I couldn't repay him with this betrayal. What if the book held something that could harm him?
"Damn it, Scarlet, you're not foolish! Read it before handing it over," Tafe's voice snapped at me through our mindlink.
"That's a good idea," I thought to myself.
Reading it before delivering it seemed like the wisest course of action.
"It might contain something crucial for Harry's retaliation," Tafe added, showcasing her sharp thinking.
This command wasn't just from Xavier; it was also a step in my mission within the Fedele family.