Page 22 of Fatal Scheme

“She’s right there, Massi,” Tyson whispers against my lips, his large hand wrapping around the column of my neck, slowly squeezing as my body spasms beneath his, and Jasper’s face.

Instinctively, I clench my thighs together, a breathy scream coming from my chest as I finally feel what it’s like to make it over the edge of that cliff, the orgasm cresting through me like an ebb and flow of waves during high tide.

Tyson’s grip increases, my vision becoming blurry as Jasper thrusts his fingers even deeper, curling them inside of me as he hits a new spot that snaps every last ounce of resolve I have, throwing me into another dimension of pleasure.

“Relax, baby girl. This isn’t going to hurt.” Tyson kisses my forehead tenderly before placing a second hand around my throat, effectively cutting off my air supply as a second wave crashes onto my shores, soaking Jasper and me as I dance on the edge of consciousness.

Just before I pass out, Tyson releases me, and I collapse onto the bed, my body absolutely spent as I shake from what can only be described as aftershocks, like I’m caught in an endless earthquake.

“You did so fucking good for me, Principessina. So. Fucking. Good,” Jasper rasps, scooping me into his arms and accentuating his words by peppering soft kisses on my cheeks, nose, and forehead.

“I … had no idea that was possible,” I breathe, tracing my fingers along his lips, shiny pink from my release, and without a second thought I kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue.

“Fucking Christ, Carter. You’re going to kill me, but oh, what a way to go.” He breaks our embrace, sharing a look with Tyson that proves they aren’t done with me yet, and a chill-inducing shiver runs down my spine, the anticipation almost too much to bear.

I never knew it was possible to feel this high, to walk above the clouds, but I know that one time – one orgasm – can’t ever satisfy the new craving possessing every molecule inside of me.

TWELVE

JASPER

The high of a kill brings me close to the realms of outer space, an unmatched thrill entering my body every time I watch the life drain out of someone else’s eyes, but today, I was brought to the precipice of this universe because of my own personal Angel of Death – the woman who very well may send me to my grave if she moans one more fucking time.

I’ve never felt like this before, like my life is being held in the palm of someone else’s hands, but Carter has me, in every sense, every aspect, every feeling, and I’m perfectly okay with that.

When – not if – she kills me, I’ll die happily at her mercy, as long as she makes it feel good.

“Are you okay with more?” Tyson asks, constantly checking on her, and I’m thankful for him, because she needs his gentle approach to make this work.

I’m more than happy to follow his every demand, knowing that behind the control-freak at the helm, he has her best interests at heart.

“More … everything … something. Please, Tyson,” she begs, and I can’t help but smirk, my already throbbing cock nearly ready to explode from too much excitement.

“Don’t ask me, baby girl. If you want something, you’ll need to talk to him,” he answers, nodding his head toward me, and even in her post-orgasm bliss, she still finds ways to challenge me.

“Not until he begs me first,” she counters, earning herself a wicked slap from Ty, her ass cheek nearly vibrating with how hard his palm connected with her skin.

“That’s not what I said, Carter.”

“Fine. Jasper, will you please show me what it’s like to be fucked properly?” She huffs, her words dripping with sarcasm, and even though Tyson loves to train a brat, he lets it slide this time.

Satisfied, he nods, and I lay her flat on her back, kissing my way from her neck, down her chest, stopping to tease both her nipples with my tongue before cascading down to her perfect, pink pussy lips.

The metal on my belt buckle clanks together as I drop my jeans and toss them to the floor, my cock springing to life as my boxers follow suit, falling into the pile of discarded clothing.

“Spit,” I say, holding my hand under Carter’s lips, and with only a small eye roll, she does exactly as she’s told, but keeping her gaze on me as I rub her saliva on my cock from base to tip.

“No,” Tyson says, holding one finger up, and I swear to God, I might rip his arms and legs from his torso in about two seconds, the power trip clearly going to his head. “Beg her.”

A sinister smile breaks out across her face, small dimples protruding from her cheeks as she absolutely revels in this moment, mirroring the excitement of a pig rolling in shit.

“Principessina, please allow me the honor of destroying your perfect cunt, and the opportunity to bring it back to life,” I say, my tone mocking her sarcastic words, and she bites her lip, holding back a laugh.

“You’re such an asshole, Jasper,” she groans, inching closer until the head of my cock is lined to her entrance, a bead of precum dripping down her thigh.

“Don’t worry, my perfect little slut, I’ll take your asshole one day, too.” I wink at her, slowly pushing the tip until it breaches her pussy, the muscles clenching instantly, nearly choking the life out of me, but I inch forward, not wanting to hurt her as she claws the bed sheets.

“Jasper, it’s so much,” she whines, attempting to pull away, but I place my hands on each side of her face, caging her body under mine as I talk her through it.