Page 26 of Fatal Scheme

“Fucking Christ, Tyson. You’re way too big,” she cries, attempting to break her wrists free from my stranglehold.

“Easy, baby girl. I know you can take it,” I say softly, and her eyes meet mine, a sense of trust behind them as she relaxes, allowing me to bury my cock into her core, and our guttural moans fill the otherwise silent kitchen.

Keeping my thrusts slow and steady, I allow her a grace period to adjust to my size, but she surprises me again, locking her legs around my waist.

“Harder. Don’t go easy on me,” she begs, and I unpin her wrists, rubbing the places that have turned red under my restraint.

A feeling that shocks me to my core – a brand new sensation – consumes me like an unrelenting beast, it craving nothing less than her body against mine, wanting to feel her skin-to-skin, and without warning, I scoop her into my arms, holding her mid-air while my cock is still perfectly positioned inside of her.

“Don’t you look away from me, baby girl. I want to see you come all over my cock,” I command, and she nods, our eye contact unrelenting as I let go of the last ounce of restraint, pounding into her delicate frame with reckless abandon.

“Holy shit, Tyson. Please don’t stop,” she whines, her nails digging into my back as I leave open mouthed kisses along her neck, and the table scrapes against the floor, each sound harmonizing together in perfect symphony.

“You’re taking me so well. This pussy was made for me,” I rasp, my breaths labored as I chase my release, already on the edge solely because of how fucking tight she is, her walls clenching around me with every thrust.

“I’m … I can’t … I think I’m close, Tyson. Please,” she stutters, her words tripping over themselves as she tries to come to terms with what’s happening to her – what I’m doing to her.

Pressing our lips together, I kiss her with hunger as I pick up the pace, swallowing her moans and whimpers with my tongue, my hands squeezing her ass as her legs rest in the crooks of my elbows.

Thrusting into her a few more times, I bottom out selfishly without even thinking, but before long she explodes around me, her pussy choking the life out of my cock as she rips our lips apart, her head tipping back as she screams out in pleasure.

“Eyes. On. Me,” I grunt, not far behind her, and the second her baby blues lock into mine, I pull out of her, dropping her body back on the table as I shower her with thick ropes of cum.

A few drops land on her chin, and she stares up at me, swiping her thumb through the sticky mess as she dips her tongue out, sucking her finger and releasing it with a pop.

“Fuck, Carter,” I groan, collecting her petite body back in my arms, placing kisses on her forehead and cheeks. “Let me clean you up?”

For the second time tonight, she’s been stained with cum, a mixture of Massi and I lingering across her chest, and she nods approvingly, allowing me to do something to take care of her.

“Now I belong to you,” she whispers, resting her head on my chest as I carry her to the bathroom.

Five little words almost bring me to my knees, but I keep my composure, basking in the fact that she feels safe enough to confess how she’s feeling, something I’m afraid she’s never had the freedom to do, until now.

Rather than say anything that could ruin the moment, I place her on the counter and run the bath on high, choosing to show that she’s confiding in the right person, and that I’m not just interested in her body, or how good she can make me feel.

Aftercare is essential to any sexual encounter, and even though Carter isn’t familiar with being cared for, I’m making it my priority to ensure it’s ingrained in her mind that I’ll always protect and nurture those softer sides – exactly as she craves – that have never gotten the attention they deserve.

FOURTEEN

CARTER

I swear, I started this game of cat and mouse to gather information, to use it against these boys once the war starts, but slowly, my resolve is breaking when it comes to them.

I’ve been in their house every single day for the last week, and the thought of sneaking around to dig up dirt hasn’t even crossed my mind.

I’m genuinely enjoying my time with them, our dynamic changing each and every day we spend together.

Once the initial shock wore off that I slept with them both – let them fuck me at the same time, as well as in the same night – I realized that running away from something that makes me feel alive wouldn’t serve to please any of us.

Unfortunately, I had to lie to gain their trust, but I have it now, as well as their protection because they barely let me out of their sight, and although I resisted at first, it’s actually nice having people around who care about me for me.

Not because I’m my father’s daughter, or the heiress to the Cassini family, but because they really do see me as my own person, someone worth protecting.

It’s all so new, but they’ve promised to let me work through this at my own pace, and I feel myself becoming more open and comfortable with them as the days pass.

Of course my real identity – and true purpose for being here – is still a secret I intend to keep, but I’ve given them more half-truths of myself than anyone has ever had, and that speaks volumes to the depth of our connection.

I say our connection because I can’t have one without the other.