Page 68 of Fatal Scheme

“Let us show you how much we love you, Carter?” I ask, waiting until she gives permission, and slowly I push her onto her knees, her eyes meeting ours from the tiny floor of the shower.

“Fuck, Ty. You always put her in the prettiest poses,” Massi groans, trailing his thumb along her cheekbone, forcing her lips apart while a breathy moan leaves her chest.

“Look at us, baby girl. Look how hard we are, just for you. You’re our place of worship, where we go to absolve our sins, and prove just how much control you have over us,” I rasp, my hand wrapping around her soaked hair, watching as her eyes roam over my throbbing cock, then to Massi’s, the sheer excitement in her irises making me even harder.

I don’t have to ask if she’ll be a good girl, or remind her of safe words and touches, because at this point, those things are wired into her brain.

She’s past the point of submission, always willing to give up control at the drop of a hat, whether that be to be pleased, or to give the pleasure.

She’s fucking perfect, a certified Angel on Earth, and she’s chosen us to spend this life with, something I couldn’t take for granted if I tried.

Now that we’ve confirmed what’s in our hearts, and promised to take the lives of those who threatened hers, what comes after that is still unknown, a question mark looming over our heads at every passing second.

All I’m sure of is that I won’t be able to walk a single step on this planet without her beside me, and if that means I lay down my life for hers, I’d do it in a fucking heartbeat.

THIRTY-ONE

CARTER

Mark me. Claim me. Own me.

With our shared confessions, that’s exactly what they’ve done, and I couldn’t be happier if I tried, knowing that I’ve broken these big mafia boys down to the bones.

In turn, they’ve ripped me limb from limb, not only forcing me to feel emotions that I couldn’t have dreamed were possible, but allowing me the grace of confessing those feelings without fear of judgement.

For three people caught in the middle of a twisted web of murder and lies, somehow we managed to give up the rawest pieces of ourselves, finding a space comfortable enough to land on where we could fall in love.

With every fiber of my being, every single ounce of blood in my veins, I fucking love Tyson Kelly and Jasper Masseria, and it has nothing to do with why I showed up at Emory in the first place.

The Cassini throne is so far down on my list of priorities that I barely remember what that dream feels like, choosing to stay in the present moments with the two people I trust wholeheartedly.

The fantasy of running away is inching closer to reality with each passing day, and it’s no longer a cover story for why I’m really here, or a placeholder for my ulterior motives.

It’s the possibility of escaping this life, and creating a brand new one that keeps me going, that breathes fresh air into my lungs each day, and it’s not just one of many options anymore, it’s now the mission.

“Can you take us both down that pretty little throat, Carter?” Tyson asks, tugging harder on my hair until our eyes meet, his harsh tone ripping me from my thoughts.

With Jasper’s fingers teasing my lips and tongue, all I can do is nod, the romantic that’s newly been unleashed within me hoping that Tyson takes it easy, but the ruthless girl that’ll never die is smart enough to know that I’m likely about to be obliterated by them in the best ways.

“Use your words,” he warns, forcing me to gag around Jasper’s thumb as I swallow in an attempt to find my voice.

“Please, Tyson. I want you both to fuck my throat,” I choke out, feeling as their hands roam my body, down my shoulders and over my chest until they reach my nipples, tweaking them until they’re begging for more attention as whimpers leave my lips.

“That’s my girl. Go ahead, baby girl, stick out your tongue for him,” Tyson coaches, his thick hands tangled in my hair to keep me in place, and I do as he asks while my eyes stay on his.

“Perfect little cockwhore,” Jasper breathes, slapping my tongue with his cock, my body jumping in shock at the abrupt, unexpected movement.

Slowly, he slides the tip in, forcing my jaw open even wider, but I silently vow not to give up, willing myself to make them both finish with only my mouth.

It’s so fucking sexy when one of them loses control down my throat, but both of them at the same time will be a true test to how well I can take them.

Rather than letting Jasper dominate the pace, I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft, pumping ever so slightly while my tongue works the underside of him, his body tensing as I pick up the speed, bobbing my head to match the stroke of my palm.

“Fuck, Carter, you’re doing so well. Look how good you’re making him feel,” Tyson mutters, his own hand lazily rubbing his cock as he marvels at me, the loving look in his eye mixing with the lust pooling in his dark irises.

Sure enough, Jasper’s head is tipped back, one hand on the back of my neck, the other tangled in his own hair as he bites his lower lip.

Raising the stakes, I pull all the way off him, releasing his tip with a pop as I continue to jack him off, using my saliva as lube.