Page 72 of Unhinged Kallie

“Ever heard of a keychain? Talk about making me work,” I grumbled, holding him with one hand and unlocking the door with the other.

Grabbing Carter, I once more put his arm over my shoulder and helped him into his room.

“Fuuuck, whaat’s….” He turned his head, looking around. “Howww? Wherrr…,” he mumbled as I helped him lay down. Closing the door, I leaned against it and stared at his mostly naked body.

“You’re back in your room. You got dosed with a roofie, and I saved your ass,” I said, and Carter smacked his lips like his mouth was dry. He had a small bar fridge in his room full of health drinks, protein bars, and water. Electrolytes seemed like a logical choice. Cracking the top of one of the drinks, I brought it over to Carter, who was mumbling the word stupid. I assumed he was talking about himself and not me.

“Come on, sit up.” I helped him upright, and he was a little less wobbly. Glancing at the clock on his nightstand, it had been approximately two hours since he was dosed.

Holding the drink to his lips, I helped him sip some down and then set it aside.

“Yerrr, soooo pretty,” he said, and I blushed. His hand ran down my arm. “I misses youuu.”

He had a droplet of red on his upper lip from the drink, and I licked it off. “Mmm, it’s like fruit punch.”

Carter flopped back down on the bed as I stood up. I turned to face him and sucked in a deep breath.

“I want you so bad, but this is one of those moments that I should be nice,” I said, and Carter’s head lulled my way. I kicked off the red heels and pulled off the long wig to shake out my much shorter hair. “You know, show some moral restraint or some shit.” Reaching behind me, I undid the zipper on the dress and let it fall to the floor.

I smirked as Carter groaned before trying to look away. He failed. He closed his eyes, but even they betrayed him as I stepped up to the side of the bed. His eyes fluttered open, and he stared at my chest as I bent over to undo the leather leg straps.

His eyes followed my movements. “You like that? You think they’re sexy?”

“Truu, weee shoooouldnnn’t….” I placed my finger on his lips and loved how he went quiet and focused on my face.

“I’m done with the excuses. I’m an adult, and my father is miles from here. I’ve waited long enough. You’ve always been mine no matter how much you’ve tried to resist, and I’m taking what’s mine. Do you understand?”

He nodded slightly, and I removed my finger. “Besides, even if my dad is pissed, what will he say when you’ve been drugged by some opportunistic piece of trash? I’m simply taking advantage of the situation I now find myself in.” I smiled, and the corner of his mouth curled up. “Yes, I see the irony in the statement, but the difference is….” I unsnapped my bra and let the piece of lace fall to the floor, quickly followed by my underwear. “You’ve always wanted me too. Or am I wrong?”

He shook his head, stopped, nodded, and then shook his head again, making me laugh.

“Let’s try this. Do you want me?” Carter licked his lips and nodded, his movements slow, yet there was no denying it was a yes. “Have you always wanted me?” I ran my hand down my stomach, and he groaned. The word, yes, slurred off his tongue as he reached out and touched my leg. “Good, then it’s settled.”

Bending over, I kissed him softly as all the emotion I tried so hard to keep pushed down and locked up tight broke free. My blood pounded hard through my veins with the taste of his lips.

“Mmm, you taste like heaven on my wicked tongue,” I whispered in his ear. “You know that from now on, I’m the only woman in your life.” I gripped his chin in my hand and made sure his eyes were locked on mine. “I play for keeps.”

His green eyes were intense. “Say it. Say you’re mine, and I’m yours from now on.”

Carter reached for his nightstand, his hand fumbling awkwardly, but he grabbed one of my leg straps. Panting hard, he laid it on his chest.

He licked his lips, and I could tell he was fighting the drug’s influence in his system.

“Name.” His finger tapped over his heart.

“You want me to carve my name,” I asked, and he nodded before running his thumb down the side of my cheek. Tears filled my eyes. He couldn’t have said anything sweeter. I pulled the knife from the sheath, and I didn’t need to think about how I wanted it to look as I straddled his body, sitting down.

Unable to help myself, I rubbed my pussy on his stomach and loved that his hands went to my hips and squeezed. He pushed up, and I could feel his hard cock, still trapped by his swim trunks, nudging my back.

Carter sucked in a sharp breath but held still as I made the first cut. I worked swiftly and didn’t go deep. I didn’t want to cut his muscle and hurt him or keep him from playing for the scouts in a couple of days. Blood trickled down the side of his chest onto his bed, but he didn’t move and never took his eyes off my face. Whether it was part of him when he was born or if it was living with us his whole life, there was a little bit of something wild and menacing under his normally composed stare. Within the tranquil cage that encased his heart, there lay a beast only I saw. When I looked at him, I saw its eyes shining back at me as if peering from a darkened cave.

With a twist of my wrist, I finished the last line and the scrolled word, Trouble. Carter glanced at it and smiled. Touching the droplets of blood dripping down his side, I admired the bright red on my finger before putting it in my mouth and sucking the taste of him off.

“Fuck, you taste so good. Wanna try?” I smirked as he opened his mouth. He was so fucking sexy. He always had been. I could remember every detail of our whole lives together, and he always smiled at me like I was special. He captivated me with his spring-colored eyes and calmed the storm in my soul that clouded my mind with an uncontrollable rage. He was my everything.

I wiped up more of the bright red liquid and smeared it on his lower lip, not looking away as he licked at his blood. Just watching him do that would make me come on his stomach. Holding the blade up, I licked the blood off the sharp edge and showed off the nick I’d put in my tongue. I put the knife aside and lapped up the blood on Carter’s chest, making sure not to swallow, and kissed him again.

The metallic taste filled my mouth, and our tongues battled as the kiss deepened. I loved his angry groan as I broke the kiss and stood up. Carter reached for me, but I stepped out of the way and walked to the end of the bed.