Page 80 of Fatal Scheme

“I didn’t do anything,” I whine, attempting to break free from his grasp, but failing miserably as he squeezes harder, the bones beginning to give way under his grasp.

Searching his eyes and body language give no clues to what’s on his mind, I even sneak a glance at Jasper, but am met with nothing but neutral faces, attitudes, and vibes, leaving me completely in the dark.

“You put a fucking finger in your mouth, Carter. I think you need reminding of what happens to brats who misbehave,” he growls, his teeth gritted like a vicious animal, and the beautiful brown that usually resides in his irises is completely blacked out.

Seeing him like this should scare me, but instead, the lust streams right between my legs, turning me into nothing but a submissive mess, desperate for one of them to play with me, kiss me, or even brush their fingers along my skin.

We have bigger problems, a date with death itself, but amidst the war, I’ve once again chosen to stick beside my boys, their love the most important thing in my life.

As much as I adore the beast that lives within my soul, I’d be content stuffing it down, starting over fresh and living a normal life with the two people who have finally shown me what it’s like to feel at home.

In three days, everything will change, but for tonight, I’m theirs to use, to worship, and to love, as if the weight of the world isn’t hanging over our heads.

Three more days, and then, we’re all free.

THIRTY-SIX

JASPER

On any average day, clothed or not, dressed to impress or lounging in sweats, Carter is always the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

If she has makeup on, or decides to go natural, hair done, or left in a bun, it doesn’t fucking matter, I could stare at her until my eyes literally fall out of my head.

But when Tyson poses her, puts her into the submissive mindset, I swear to everything that is holy she morphs into a fucking Goddess, the desire to please reflecting so heavily in her eyes that it takes everything in me not to just take her for myself.

The side of Tyson that has to be in control during sex can be invigorating, especially when it ends with all three of us feeling good, but other times, like right now, I want to rip the head from his body.

My girl quite literally has blood dripping from her lips, courtesy of a finger she sliced clean off a man’s hand, and all I want is to lose myself in her, to chase that fucked up high we both crave.

Instead of playing on our natural desires, he has her kneeling on the floor of the car, looking like a goddamn dream with her stained lips, but not allowed to touch us as she waits for further instructions.

I’ve been sporting a semi since she tied the man up, and I’m beginning to lose my patience, staring down at the girl who holds my entire universe in those perfect, baby blue eyes.

“Tyson,” she whimpers, inching forward slightly, attempting to make a move on him, but he holds up one finger, not even using words to remind her of what he expects.

We’re all on thin ice, dancing across the line of pleasure, but the wait is excruciating, and when we get back to our suite, I’m not sure how long I can hold back.

“Ty, maybe you’re being harsh,” I counter, hoping to get through his thick, stubborn head, but he keeps his stare forward, not making eye contact with either of us.

Finally, after what feels like hours, the driver comes to a stop, alerting us that we’ve arrived, and I’ve never breathed a deeper sigh of relief, desperate to get my hands on her body.

“Come here, Principessina,” I say softly, gently lifting her off the floor of the car, noting how red her knees are from the ride.

Normally, I don’t mind Tyson’s punishments, but this is taking it a step further than I’m comfortable with, not liking to witness my little ice princess in any kind of pain or predicament that seems uncomfortable.

“I’m fine, Jasper,” she whispers, climbing into my arms, likely reading through the rage in my eyes, and the shake in my bones.

“Just say the word, and I’ll put a stop to his reign of terror.” I gently kiss her neck, feeling as she cozies up to my chest, her delicate frame fitting perfectly against mine.

“It’s okay. I like when you listen to him, too,” she breathes, her muscles clenching as my lips travel down her collarbone, leaving open-mouthed kisses on her sensitive skin.

“I love you, my little butcher,” I say into her ear, feeling the goosebumps prickle her arms, and her body flush with heat in response to my words.

“I love when you say that,” she quips, raking her hands through my hair, tugging at the root with force.

“I’ll throw you to Tyson with no mercy.” I smack her ass, the sharp sting echoing around the limo, and she giggles, grinding against the bulge in my pants that hasn’t gone down in what feels like hours.

“I love you, too, Jasper.” She presses her lips to mine sweetly, in a way that solidifies our feelings, causing the world to spin on its axis again, my universe only surviving with her words of confirmation.