Scarlet D'Souza
oak doors of the gallery’s private lounge clicked shut, sealing out the noise of the exhibition downstairs. I had only stopped by for a few minutes to say a quick hello to my older sister, Scarlet. To the rest of the city, she was the untouchable, ice-cold queen of the underworld—the only woman the mafia syndicate leader feared and respected. But to her, I was her entire world. Before I could even voice a greeting, she crossed the room with an intense, suffocating grace. Within seconds, her hands were on my chest, driving me backward until the edge of the plush leather couch caught my knees and I fell back onto the cushions. In an instant, she was hovering directly over me, pinning me down with her full weight. Her long, jet-black hair fell around us like a dark curtain, trapping me in the intoxicating scent of her rose perfume. Scarlet stared down into my eyes with a fierce, terrifyingly unhinged obsession—her gaze tracing my lips, my neck, and my face with a hunger so raw clear eat m
About Scarlet D'Souza
oak doors of the gallery’s private lounge clicked shut, sealing out the noise of the exhibition downstairs. I had only stopped by for a few minutes to say a quick hello to my older sister, Scarlet. To the rest of the city, she was the untouchable, ice-cold queen of the underworld—the only woman the mafia syndicate leader feared and respected. Bu...Read more