Page 25 of Fatal Scheme

“You can snark Massi all you want – I for one, thoroughly enjoy it when you make him squirm – but I’ll spank that tight little ass and make you count each one out loud, do you understand me?” I affirm, and she swallows, a hint of excitement in her baby blue eyes.

“Yes, Tyson,” she says softly, and I stroke her hair, pushing the curls from her face.

“Are you okay? We didn’t take it too far, did we?” I ask, checking in since she fell asleep before I could properly care for her afterwards.

“It was just the right amount, I think,” she answers, resting her head on my chest as I cocoon her body with my arms.

Before I can ask her anything else, her stomach rumbles, reminding us both that we skipped dinner.

“Let me heat your plate?” I ask, and she nods, choosing not to fight me, or attempt to do it herself, which is an accomplishment in itself.

Sliding her onto the chair, I rip the t-shirt over my head and slip it onto her body, the goosebumps trailing from her shoulders all the way down her thighs.

“Thank you,” she whispers, looking up at me through her lashes.

From across the kitchen I can feel her eyes on me as I heat her chinese food in the microwave and test the temperature before sliding it across the table.

“Why are you so nice to me?” She muses, twirling noodles around the fork, her eyes fluttering shut as she takes the first bite.

“Because you may be all tough and murderous on the outside, but on the inside, you just want someone to understand you. To give you the softness that you’ve never been treated with,” I tell her honestly, and a flicker of sadness overtakes her face, like my words are resonating in places she’s not used to having poked.

“It’s refreshing,” she says, shrugging her shoulders as she drops her fork, scooting her plate until she’s right next to me, resuming her place on my lap. “But give me some time to get used to it, okay? Be patient with me, Tyson.”

It’s a welcome change, not having her fight every step of the way, and if a few confessions make her feel safe, comfortable enough to initiate this closeness, I’ll tell her any-fucking-thing she wants.

“I’d wait a lifetime for you, Carter. Just be honest with me, and I’ll do the same, deal?”

“Deal,” she repeats, her hands tracing along my cheeks as she looks deep into my eyes like she’s just a lost little girl looking for a place to call home.

Instead of jumping the gun, or running off assumptions because of what happened earlier tonight, I let her dictate what happens next.

I’m confident in myself, but the curiosity is killing me like a cooped up house cat, almost forcing me to hold out and see if she only kissed me because Massi opened that door, or if she truly wants me, too.

Thankfully, I don’t have to wait long, because before I can exhale a breath, she presses her lips to mine, moving slowly as I tangle my hands in her hair, inhaling the scent of sex, Chinese food, and remnants of her floral perfume.

Carter wraps her arms around my neck, our bodies flush as she straddles my lap, slipping her tongue in my mouth while she grinds on top of me.

“You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you, Stellina?” I break our lips apart, holding her by the throat as she slowly opens her eyes back to mine.

“I didn’t have you yet, Tyson. Not all of you, anyway.”

“You have all of me, Carter. Every piece of me is yours for the taking, all you have to do is say please,” I tell her, and she hums, a devilish grin growing on her face.

“Please, Tyson? I feel like I’m already Jasper’s … but I need that connection with you, too,” she pleads, and I’d never deny a request like that.

Lifting her off me, I lay her flat on the table, my hands trailing across every inch of her baby-soft skin, noticing how well her body reacts to my touch as goosebumps prickle each space my fingers are lucky enough to graze.

Carefully, I lift the t-shirt over her head until every part of her is revealed to me, and I nearly combust at the sight, her beautiful frame on display just for me.

“I won’t be gentle, Carter, but you remember your safe word, right?” I ask, dropping my sweats and lining my cock to her entrance.

“Yes,” she breathes, her hands covering her face as she braces for impact, a shyness overtaking her that I won’t stand for.

“Say it.” My voice drops gravely low, a growl coming from my chest as I move her hands, exposing her beautiful features and placing them above her head, while my grasp traps her wrists against the oak.

“Butterfly,” she confirms, staring up at me with nothing but lust filling her blown-out irises.

“That’s my good girl,” I say, slowly pushing inside of her, the tightness overwhelming as I inch my way in, her body writhing and wiggling on the table.