LRAB Chapter 222: Pay Back
Chapter 222: Pay Back
Scarlett’s POV
I blinked wildly, pushing wet strands of hair away from my face. Through the dripping water, I looked toward the foot of the bed.
Talia stood there, holding an empty metal bucket. Her face was twisted into an ugly, hateful sneer.
"Have you no shame?" Talia screamed, her voice trembling with pure rage. She slammed the empty bucket onto the floor with a loud clang. "Look at you! Crawling into another woman’s bed! I am married to this man, Scarlett! I am his wife, and you are nothing but a shameless slut trying to steal what belongs to me!"
Beside me, the entire bed shook. The temperature in the room dropped instantly, but it wasn’t from the water. It was Leonard. A dark, terrifying growl rumbled deep inside his chest, his inner wolf rising to the surface with deadly intent. He looked ready to tear her head off right then and there.
But I didn’t give him the chance.
Instead of breaking down, instead of crying or hiding behind Leonard’s large body, a strange, freezing calmness washed over me.
Slowly, deliberately, I pushed the heavy, wet covers off my legs. I slid off the edge of the bed and stood up. I didn’t care that my nightwear was soaking wet and clinging to my body. I locked my eyes right onto Talia’s, my face dead cold.
Talia took a small step back, her chest heaving heavily, clearly not expecting me to be this calm. She probably thought I was going to burst into tears. Newsflash, sweetie: not today.
I didn’t say a single word. I walked right past her toward the master bathroom. My eyes swept over the room until they landed on the large decorative bucket Leonard used to keep champagne on ice. It was still sitting on the side counter, filled to the top with melting ice and freezing water.
I grabbed the heavy handles, lifting it easily.
I walked back out into the bedroom. Talia was still standing there, her mouth open, ready to spit more insults at me. "What do you think you’re—"
Before she could even finish her sentence, I swung my arms forward and dumped the entire bucket straight over her head.
SPLASH!
A massive wave of freezing water and solid ice cubes slammed directly into Talia’s face.
"AHHHHHHH!" Talia shrieked, a high-pitched scream echoing through the entire room. She jumped backward, slipping on the wet floor as she desperately tried to wipe the ice away from her eyes. Her expensive silk pajamas were totally ruined, dripping wet, and her perfectly styled hair was now stuck to her face like a drowned rat.
"How does it taste?" I asked calmly, as I dropped the empty champagne bucket to the floor. "You want to talk about shame, Talia? Look in the mirror."
I turned my head slightly, looking back toward the bed.
Leonard was sitting up against the headboard, completely frozen. His chest was still bare, his dark hair damp from the first splash. For a second, he just stared at me, his mouth slightly open in absolute shock. He had been fully prepared to let loose his Alpha rage on his fake wife, but he had never expected me to handle it first.
Then, the shock on his face melted away.
A low rumble started in his chest, but it wasn’t a growl this time. Leonard threw his head back and let out a deep, booming laugh. The rich, attractive sound filled the tense room, completely mocking Talia’s shivering form.
"God, Scar," Leonard chuckled, his brown eyes shining with pure pride and dark amusement as he looked at me. "You are truly amazing."
Talia stood there shivering, her teeth chattering as she looked between Leonard’s laughing face and my cold, steady glare.
She opened her wet mouth, trying to speak, trying to scream another threat. But before she could even get a single word out, Leonard stopped her cold.
"Shut your mouth, Talia," Leonard ordered, his face filled with irritation. He leaned forward, his bare chest tightening. "You were never my wife, and you know it. This fake marriage will never work, and it is ending in exactly two weeks."
Talia gasped, looking like she had just been slapped. She glared at me with pure hate, and even though she didn’t say anything else, I could read her mind easily. In her eyes, I knew exactly what she was thinking: This is not the end.
She turned around on her wet feet, slipping slightly, and stomped out of the room like a drowned rat.
The heavy doors slammed shut behind her, and finally, the room went quiet.
The moment she was gone, Leonard immediately jumped out of the bed. His face was filled with worry as he rushed over to me. "Scar, god, I am so sorry. I should have stopped her. I shouldn’t have let her—"
"Leonard, it’s okay," I interrupted him, shaking my head. Honestly, I wasn’t even mad at him. Talia was just a psycho. "It’s not your fault. I’m fine. I just really need to change out of these wet clothes."
He looked at my dripping nightwear and nodded quickly. "Right. Here, let me get you one of my shirts."
I stood there, squeezing the water out of my hair while he walked over to his closet. He picked up a clean, dry black shirt and walked back to me.
But instead of going to the bathroom to change like a shy little girl? Nope. Not after the night I just had. Right there, right in front of him, I reached down and pulled off my wet nightwear, letting it drop to the floor. I stood there completely naked.
Now, remember how I just got drenched in ice water? Yeah. Because of the freezing cold, my nipples were completely hardened and tight.
And Leonard noticed instantly. His breath caught in his throat, and his brown eyes went totally dark as he stared straight at my body.
I smirked, crossing my arms slightly. "What are you looking at, Alpha?"
He didn’t answer with words. Instead, his wolf took over.
Leonard stepped forward, his hot skin brushing against my cold body. Before I could even blink, he wrapped his large, strong hands around my waist and pulled me flush against his hard chest. He leaned down, his eyes locked onto mine for a split second, and then he closed his mouth right over one of my hardened nipples, taking it deep into his mouth.
A loud, needy moan escaped my lips. The heat of his tongue against my frozen skin was so intense it made my knees shake.
I threw my head back, my fingers digging hard into his thick, muscular shoulders as he sucked my tight peak.
"Leonard... mmph," I gasped.
He didn’t slow down. He groaned deeply, moving his mouth up to my neck. He bit down softly on the sweet spot right where my shoulder met my neck, his sharp teeth scraping my skin just enough to make my wolf howl with hunger.
Without breaking the kiss, he lifted me completely off the floor. I wrapped my legs tightly around his thick waist, my wet hair dripping down his back. He walked us over to the dry side of the room, far away from the wet puddles, and slammed my back flat against the cold, hard wall.
The contrast of the cool wall behind me and his blistering hot skin in front of me made me completely lose my mind.
"You are so fucking bad for my control, Scar," Leonard growled against my lips. His brown eyes were completely black, totally consumed by his Alpha wolf. "You stand there naked after throwing ice at that girl, and expect me not to take you?"
"Then take me," I challenged, panting for air, my clit rubbing hard against his thick bone with every small movement. I mean, why keep waiting, right? "Stop talking and fuck me, Leonard."
That broke his last thread of sanity.
He didn’t ease into it. Leonard gripped my thighs with an iron hold, pulled down his pants and lined his thick, angry cock up with my dripping wetness, and drove himself all the way inside me with one deep, heavy thrust.
"Oh my god—!" I shrieked, my fingers clawing at his back, leaving long red marks down his skin.
He filled me completely, stretching my tight walls until I was sobbing his name. The angle against the wall was incredibly deep. Every time he pulled out and slammed back in, a loud, wet sound echoed through the room. He was railing me mercilessly, his heavy hips pounding against mine with a feral, wild rhythm.
"Yours," he growled, his voice sounding completely unhinged with possession. He buried his face in my hair, inhaling my scent deeply as he picked up the pace. "Tell me you’re mine, Scarlett. Say it!"
"I’m yours! Ah! Leonard, yes, yours!" I screamed, completely lost to the pleasure.
He kept pounding into me, his long, heavy strokes battering my cervix until my legs began to shake violently. The pleasure built up like a volcano about to explode. It was too hot, too intense to handle. My inner walls tightened around his thick cock like a vice as a violent orgasm ripped through my entire body, forcing me to gush all over his shaft.
But Leonard wasn’t done yet. My climax only made his wolf wilder.
He pulled out of me with a loud pop, making me whimper at the loss, but he immediately carried me over to the large leather armchair by the window. He sat down heavily and pulled me right onto his lap, forcing me to face away from him. He pushed my upper body forward until I was bending over the armrest, my ass thrust high in the air.
He stepped up behind me like a beast mounting its prey. He reached down, grabbing my hips to steady me, and slammed back inside me from behind.
"Ah!" I cried out, my hands gripping the leather tightly for balance.
This position was completely filthy, guys. I’m not even going to sugarcoat it for you. Every single punch of his hips made his heavy balls smack hard against my clit, sending electric shocks straight down to my toes. He leaned over my back, his large hand reaching under my stomach to find my swollen nipples, pulling and twisting them until I was begging for mercy.
He didn’t show me any. He kept a fast, merciless, grinding rhythm that didn’t give me a single second to breathe. I looked up at the glass window, seeing our reflection in the dark night. I looked like a wild animal being claimed by its Alpha, and honestly? The sight only made me wetter.
"I love you, Scar," Leonard groaned in my ear, his muscles locking up as his cock throbbed angrily inside my tight hole. "I’m coming... inside you..."
Hearing those words broke my control all over again. Another wave of a hard orgasm clawed at my stomach, and I cried into the room as my inner walls clamped down on him.
Leonard let out a loud, animalistic roar. He slammed himself to the hilt inside me one last time, holding me tight against his body. His whole frame shook violently as he came hard, flooding my deep womb with thick, burning spurts of his hot seed. He kept pumping his hips, grinding himself against me until every single drop was trapped deep inside me.