by Bella King
The grape juice splashed into the perfectly clear glass, staining it a deep rosy-purple as it bubbled up the sides. I poured both of them equally, taking time to make sure they were indistinguishable from each other. Not that it mattered, but my obsessive behavior told me to make them perfect.
I called Dylan, but he didn’t answer. He was probably still to wrapped up in the house to acknowledge me. I laughed to myself, shaking my head and picking up both glasses. I carried them out of the kitchen and through the house, searching for Dylan.
Finally, I found him in the room that held my mother’s jewelry. This wasn’t stuff that she wore but was what she kept on display to show off to any woman who happened to come over. I thought it to be vain, but if I had that much jewelry, there would be no way I could get around to wearing it all.
“Looking for something to buy me?” I teased as I entered the room.
Dylan, having been bent over to examine a necklace, shot up, his cheeks turning pink. “I was just looking,” he blurted.
“I know that. Relax, I don’t think you’re going to steal something,” I said. I knew that he probably still thought I was an uppity rich girl, but hopefully this house visit would change his mind. At the very least, I was about to blow it.
“Is that for me?” Dylan asked, pointing to the second glass of grape juice in my hand.
“It certainly is,” I said, handing it over to him.
He took a sip, and his eyes widened. “Fuck,” he said after swallowing. “It’s actually grape juice.”
I laughed. “Yeah. You don’t like it?”
He shook his head. “It’s not that. I like it, but I’m so used to the purple stuff you buy in gallon jugs at the store that I had forgotten what real grape juice tasted like.”
Damn, I wasn’t expecting him to be this far from the life I was used to. It brought me down a huge step in the ladder mentally to realize that people really lived so differently than I did. I smiled at him, raising my glass. “Well, let’s enjoy some of the finer things in life, together.”
“I can drink to that,” he replied, holding up his glass with me.
“Cheers,” I said, and drank down all the juice at once.
Chapter 18
Scarlet
By the time we made it to the bedroom, Dylan had finally grown accustomed to the fancy surrounding and was beginning to focus on me again. His eyes followed my ass up the stairs as I led him to the room. Both of us knew what was going down the minute I got inside, but he was the one who took the lead.
A felt his hand around my waist as I closed the door, but inside of pulling me toward his large frame, he moved me up against the wall and pressed me into it. His face came within an inch of mine, staring me down with such intensity that I had to do something to break through it.
“Kiss me,” I said as I looked into his eyes.
He smirked. “What makes you think I came here to do that?”
I shrugged. “You seem to want it.”
Dylan reached for my skirt, but this time he didn’t trace his finger up my thigh. In one swift motion, he yanked it up, exposing my panties to a gust of fresh air. His hand came down between my legs while his expression remained unwavering.
I gasped as a shockwave ran through my body, radiating from where he was touching me. My heart sped up, my calms got cold and sweaty, and I began to lose focus of my surroundings. I was thrilled and overwhelmed by his touch, but there was more to come. He didn’t stop at that.
With his other hand, he snaked his way up my blouse, finding my bra and pushing underneath it to take a breast in his large hand. He squeezed it hard until I squeaked, not from the pain, but from the extra jolt of sensation in my body. I couldn’t keep myself quiet when he was making me feel so good.
“You like that?” He asked, rubbing his fingers between my legs.
I could barely breathe enough to get the words out of my mouth. “Yes,” I uttered, and that was all I could say.
My lips were met with his as he rubbed my juices into my panties, soaking my underwear to the point where I felt the need to pull them off. I was so wet that it was uncomfortable to wear clothes. I needed something, but I had never done this before. I allowed my instincts to take over, the steady beat that I rode throughout my day fading into the background. It was time.
Dylan took his hand from between my legs only long enough to tear down my panties. Then, he placed his hand on my bare flesh, feeling the wetness in his fingers. He plunged two fingers inside of me, kissing me deeper as he gifted me with pleasure that I could never achieve on my own. Sure, I masturbated regularly, but this was something else entirely.
Waves of pure delight coursed through my body, elevating me to a place that I wanted to stay at forever. That was, until it started to feel even better than that. Now, I was floating on cloud nine, pleasure rushing through every cell in my body, and this was only the beginning.
I felt Dylan’s hot breath on my ear. “You’re going to give it all to me, Scarlet. Get on the bed.” He didn’t leave much room for me to do that. Instead, he scooped me up in his arms and threw me several feet onto my king-sized bed. I landed with a soft thud on the foam mattress, lifting my head up and blowing the strands of hair our of my face to see Dylan rushing toward me, throwing off his clothes until he was completely naked.
He stood at the front of the bed, breathing heavily. His energy radiated from where he stood – powerful, masculine, and sexual. I was excited more than I was when I ripped around the city at a thousand miles per hour. I felt in more danger than I did then, with Dylan’s large, muscular body able to control me in whatever way he pleased. That turned me on too.
“Take your clothes off,” he demanded, standing stoic like a Greek statue at the foot of the bed.
I looked down, realizing that I still had my blouse and bra on. I unbuttoned the wrinkled linen and tossed it on the floor, dropping my bra off in front of me before I had the chance to start feeling self-conscious. While I was a bit embarrassed to expose myself to the giant man in front of me, my excitement and horniness took over and I felt fine being naked.
Dylan leaped onto the bed the moment I was fully nude, his cock rising like a staff and swinging in front of me. He was huge, and seemingly about to explode in my face if I didn’t get that thing inside of me soon. While I wouldn’t have shied away from sucking him off, I suspected that he wanted a lot more than that. I would give it to him gladly, for it was I that got the real pleasure from all of this. He was too gorgeous for me to keep my hands off of.
Dylan leaned over me, hovering on two thick forearms while taking in my naked body with his vibrant eyes. His gaze danced across my skin, lingering at my breasts longer than anywhere else. He reached his hand to my breast and gave it a firm squeeze, then gently pinched my nipple, tugging on it lightly.
I moaned at his touch, urging him to do more to me. My legs were already wide open, and he kneeled between them with his cock hanging just low enough to graze against my slick entrance with every movement he made. It drove me wild, and I rose my hips to feel him more.
Dylan lowered his body onto mine as my hands clasped around his wide back and pulled him down. His cock felt hot against my skin, and very stiff. I wanted him inside me as soon as I could have him, and I didn’t have to wait long. He pressed his cock against my pussy, using one hand to hold it and rub it against the opening, then pushed it in just a little.
I gasped as the head of his cock spread me, stretching my pussy for the first time. I dug my nails into his back as he slid inside, going much deeper and stretching me much more than I thought he could. He was large, but I wasn’t expecting it to feel this tight inside of me. I was floored.
“Relax,” he said into my ear, moving in and out slowly.
His cock rubbed the inside of my pussy, sending chills and pleasure through my body once again. I quickly went from being overwhelmed by his size, to be overwhelmed by pleasure. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut even if I wanted to. My moans echoed around the room wit
h increasing volume as he picked up speed. My legs wrapped around his waist as he drove himself deep inside of me, pounding hard and fast as his own pleasure increased.
I was looking up at the ceiling, but it felt like I was floating in space. My body bounced against the softness of the crisp white sheets below me as new waves of pleasure entered my body through Dylan. I was close to the peek, and it frightened me just a little. It was so intense and wonderful that I legitimately thought that I could pass out from it.
In an instant, I was there. It was a mind-numbing explosion of ecstasy brought on by the quick and steady movement of Dylan’s hips and he thrust his cock inside of me. I came hard around him, squeezing his staff and crying out in delight as my body was overtaken by heavy waves of bliss. Everything was perfect, and that was the way it was always meant to be. After this, I wouldn’t be able to let go of Dylan.
He came after me, pumping his seed into my body and groaning deep in his throat. I watched his face contort in an expression of pleasure that could have equally been used to express agony as he finished inside of me. Once he had finished, he rolled off of me, laying on his back and panting as I gazed up at the ceiling, feeling pure and complete now.
I was at peace as I closed my eyes and listened to Dylan’s heavy breathing.
Chapter 19
Dylan
Scarlet’s pale breasts rose and fell in a gentle rhythm in the moonlight as I slowly climbed out of bed and gathered my clothes from the floor. I almost didn’t want to leave, but I had a goal that couldn’t be sacrificed for something as fleeting as passion. Tonight, I was going to ruin Scarlet.
I had scoped out the house earlier, before Scarlet had caught me in the jewelry room and brought me upstairs to make love to her. There were so many things in this house that I could take, and there would ultimately be no proof that I was the one who had snatched them.
Why?
Because I wouldn’t be taking anything on display. In the morning, Scarlet would never know that I had stolen a thing. I would pawn off the stolen goods and ghost her at the same time., leaving her heartbroken and confused as to where she had gone wrong. The plan was working so well, that I almost felt bad for her.
I crept down the stairs into the house after I had put my clothes back on. If I did have to run, it was better not to be prancing through the neighborhood naked. That would add a whole new level of complexity to this that I didn’t need.
My eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness. I was used to it from working outside late into the night. Scarlet was right to be afraid of the dark, but not for the reasons she expected. The only monster that was lurking in her house during the night was me.
I opened up my bookbag on the ground in front of a dresser that I had discovered gold trinkets inside of one of the less-used rooms in the house. It seemed like everything in here was worth a fortune, so it wouldn’t be a big issue to snatch a few things that nobody would miss. I had wanted to do so much more to ruin this family, but I thought to take it easy now. Breaking Scarlet’s heart and funding the rest of my education was going to be good enough.
I picked up a few heavy items that looked expensive and dropped them into my bag. They clinked against each other loudly, but I was far away from the bedroom. I wasn’t going to wake Scarlet up from downstairs.
I made my way to the next room in the house, searching through the drawers for more valuables that likely wouldn’t be missed. I felt a little bad for Scarlet after all that we had been through together. She wasn’t anything like I had expected her to be, and it was a damn shame that she was so good in bed. It made this a lot harder than it had to be.
I sighed as I dumped more expensive items into my bag. I would miss her for sure. I didn’t want to have to do this, but my father hadn’t died in vain. I needed to avenge him and pay for school. I had to think about my mother too, who was stuck at home, cooking up cheap food just to keep the skin on our bones. It was a terrible way to live, and she deserved better. I would put her over Scarlet any day.
Why, then, did I feel a pang of guilt every time I heard the clink of a new item being tossed into my bookbag? Was I really this much of a weakling that I couldn’t pull off a simple robbery because I had caught feelings for the girl whose house I was robbing? It was pathetic.
I shook my head and carried on with the task at hand. I couldn’t turn back now, but as my bag grew heavier, so did my guilt. Soon, it weighed on me like a thousand-pound anchor, making it hard to even move to the next room. I was in a state of agonizing internal conflict, and there was no easy way out.
I had two choices. Either I could starve to death and fail my family, but continue to pursue the woman of my dreams, or I could abandon her and live the life I was meant to have. It shouldn’t have been so difficult for me, but it was. I felt almost silly standing there in her house after she had trusted me enough to let me sleep over. Was I any better than her father, robbing from someone who had done nothing to me?
I didn’t have time to relive the disaster that was my father’s final moments, but images of the bloody scene flashed in my head, nonetheless. I shook them out, pulling my bag to the next room. That was enough. I needed to finish this before Scarlet caught me.
My hand hovered over another precious item in yet another beautifully crafted drawer. I couldn’t do it. This wasn’t right.
I cursed myself under my breath for being this weak, and I hauled the bag back to the previous room. I had to put all this stuff back. I had to find another way out of this. There had to be a better way.
I began throwing contents from the bag back into the drawers, putting little effort into making them look how they did before. My memory wasn’t good enough for that, and I doubted anyone would even notice as long as I didn’t break anything.
I was almost done putting everything back when a light came on in the room.
Chapter 20
Scarlet
I knew something was wrong the moment I opened my eyes. I had the feeling in my gut, but I didn’t want it to be right when looked beside me and saw Dylan had left the bed. This was bad, and I was already beginning to regret bringing that man into my house.
I jumped up out of bed, grabbing my robe and tying it the belt around my waist tightly. I looked toward the bathroom, but I already knew that he wasn’t there. There was no yellow light shining from underneath the door to indicate that he was just cleaning up or using the toilet. I had a huge problem.
I walked silently across the bedroom, swinging open my bedroom door and peering down the staircase into the darkness. I was afraid to go down there without turning the lights on, but I didn’t want to alert Dylan to the fact that I was onto him. I wanted to catch him in the act.
I tiptoed down the stairs, using the pads on the front of my feet to reduce the noise I made. I wasn’t very large, so I barely made noise at all as I crept down into the darkness. I could hear my heart beating wildly in my chest, and I was afraid that Dylan would be able to hear it as well. It was that loud.
I heard noises coming from one of the rooms, and I was relieved to hear that it wasn’t the jewelry room. Maybe Dylan had just gone to the kitchen to get a snack or something to drink. That would have eased my worries immensely, but as I flicked on the light in the first room, I learned that it wasn’t the case.
“What are you doing?” I asked, seeing a fully-clothed Dylan bending over an opened dresser with a small gold trinket in his hand.
He shot straight up, looking back at me with guilt written all over his tragically handsome face. “I was putting them back,” he blurted, tossing the trinket into the dresser. “I swear, I was returning them.”
I felt tears welling up behind my eyes. I should have been angry, but I was more disappointed and saddened by what I was seeing. Dylan, the man that I was falling in love with, was trying to rob my house. I had trusted him, and now, I was paying the price for that.
“After all this,” I said, my voice trembling, “You are betraying me?”
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bsp; Dylan came up to me with his hands out in front of him, shaking his head. His eyebrows were titled back in distress. “No, I swear to you, Scarlet. I didn’t mean for it to be this way. I didn’t want this.”
“Then why did you do this?” I asked, holding up a hand to keep him from grabbing me.
“I had to,” he said.
“You had to betray me? What kind of a man are you?” My voice was beginning to grow angry as I felt the tears flow from my face.
“A poor man,” he said, shaking his head. “A poor man conflicted between love and getting out of poverty.”
“You could have asked for help,” I spat, thinking about how insane he sounded right now. “You were mean to me from the beginning. I thought you were being nice now. I thought we had something special, but you couldn’t keep yourself from fucked me over. You’re a monster,” I said, my teeth clenching together and grinding against each other.
“I did this because your family stole from me,” Dylan said, his voice rising to match my anger. “You don’t know my story.”
“Then tell me,” I shouted. “You’ve gone this whole time hiding things from me and you won’t even explain yourself to me when you’re caught red-handed. Why are you doing this?” I begged. I needed him to have a reason. Even now, I wanted to forgive his stupidity, but I didn’t know if I would be able to. He had gone too far this time.
Dylan hung his head low, muttering something under his breath.
“Excuse me?” I said, trying to get a look at his face.
“I said, you can blame you father for this,” he said, bringing his head up and speaking more clearly.
“My father?” I asked, confused. “What does he have to do with this?”
Dylan laughed, his voice cold and bitter. “It happened years ago. My father was a businessman just like yours, but not nearly as ruthless. He was put out of business by your father, and now I’m taking back what is ours.”
I crossed my arms. “You can’t steal from people just people your father went out of business. I’m sure he can rebuild,” I said, not seeing the sense in all this.
