Page 55 of Fatal Fantasy

“Fucking hell, Principessina,” Jasper grunts, bringing me back to life as he thrusts twice more, shooting his load straight down my throat.

My deviant side comes out to play – even through the foggy haze of my orgasm, and the subsequent after shocks – as I perch one elbow up, my chin resting on my palm while I stare into Jasper’s icy-silver eyes, dragging a finger around my lips, swirling the remnants of his salty cum along my tongue before swallowing it all down.

Without hesitation, Jasper tilts my chin until our lips collide, his tongue seeking mine as we engulf ourselves in a kiss that could very well stop the Earth from spinning, my body feeling like it’s trapped on a rollercoaster that never fully comes down from its ascent.

With Tyson behind me, pounding into a place that was once untouched, and Jasper draining the oxygen from me with each swipe of his tongue, I couldn’t be higher if I climbed a mountain, or saw the tortuous gates of Heaven personally.

“Should we rile him all the way up?” I whisper against his lips, the two of us sucking in a breath as we break apart.

The devil himself could see the devious grin painted on Jasper’s face, and his icy silver eyes are sparkling with mischief at the idea, but before I can say something that would drive Tyson insane, he beats me to it.

“Look at you, Carter, taking all of my brother’s cock in your ass. You’re not screaming enough, though, maybe mine is bigger than his after all?” He teases, like a little boy pushing his sibling’s buttons on purpose, and I can’t suppress the laugh that bubbles in my chest, pouring out of me like gasoline on an inferno.

In an instant, I can feel how Jasper’s words affect Tyson, his thrusts becoming even more punishing as he hits a place so far within me, I’m afraid he’ll occupy space near my spine.

“Fuck! Oh my god, Tyson, you’re so deep!” I scream, my voice bouncing off the walls like a boomerang, smacking right back into me as I bury my face in the mattress, my whimpers swallowed by the sheets as the headboard begins to smash against the wall.

“He wants to hear you scream, baby girl. Let me make you fucking scream,” he roars, his voice so low I nearly explode from the huskiness, another stream of shouted curses rolling off my lips.

As if my body hasn’t been through one round of pure, blissful battering, I succumb to another wave of pleasure, the orgasm thrashing onto my shores, reverting me to nothing but a soaked, sobbing mess.

“That’s it baby girl, fall apart for me,” he rasps, delivering one final thrust before collapsing onto my back, my knees giving out under the weight of him as I land in a puddle of my own release.

“He might’ve won that round,” I tease, turning to face Jasper as he swipes the curls from my eyes, a sweet smile plastered on his face.

“You’re so perfect when you scream, Principessina, we’re all winners here,” he says, a playful tone in his voice as he digs me out from under Tyson, pulling my limp body into his arms.

“I love you.” I whisper to neither of them in particular, snapping my eyes shut as the exhaustion settles deep into my chest, a place I’ve longed for, but finally remember as these boys successfully reduced me to nothing but skin and bones, once again.

Voices echo my sentiments and hands caress every part of my body, but safety has entered my soul, enveloping me in a space where I can give up full control.

There’s still so much uncertainty, and I know full well that tomorrow is not guaranteed, but if this little escape meant that I was able to be with my boys one last time, I’d be okay if the ending is near.

Reuniting with them wasn’t in the cards, but we were written in the stars, and although I never thought of myself as a damsel, they are my white knights, saving every single piece of me from eternal misery – even if only for a few days.

TWENTY-SEVEN

JASPER

After forty-eight hours of domestic bliss, we’re on the road once more, heading East through the mountains of Canada.

It’s peaceful here, barely any other cars on the road, which may be the reason that the air doesn’t feel so thick anymore, like it did in the States.

If a car is tailing us, it wouldn’t take long to notice, but so far, we’ve been eating up the miles with more animals in sight than humans.

As much as we fought back, Carter demanded to drive until she was blue in the face, threatening to fall into a state of celibacy if we didn’t let her take the wheel for a few hours.

Freedom is important to her after such a terrible imprisonment, and although I understand her need to feel free, it doesn’t make my stomach any less queasy as we cross over another set of rumble strips.

“Jesus Carter. Wheel straight, gas on the right, brakes on the left, didn’t anyone teach you that before awarding you a license?” I joke, but she only shoots daggers in my direction, her focus strictly on the road.

“It wasn’t me, the car has a mind of its own, okay? Stop clutching your pearls every time I slightly shift my fingers,” she snarks, following the directions as we take a right turn down another winding road.

“Next time, you’re driving on a straight highway, with no risk of running us off the edge of a mountain,” I affirm, but she only flips me the middle finger, stepping on the brakes and taking the turns slowly.

“Leave her alone, Massi. You’re no better, fucking speed demon from hell,” Tyson mutters from the backseat, his laptop sprawled along his lap, erasing our trail from any security cameras we may have passed.

“Aww, Ty. You say the sweetest things.” I reach my hand out to his, but he swats me away, laser focused on his mission, leaving me alone in having even a smidge of fun.