Page 45 of Fatal Scheme

Ultimately, I knew that bringing her around my father was a bad idea, but I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, and he proved that my instincts are always right when it comes to him.

He’s as ruthless as they come, and doesn’t care for me more than any other trained operative, which should hurt, but I’ve known that to be a fact for the better part of my life.

Still, I was hoping we could be a typical family, even if only for one night, because Carter has brought that out of me.

She deserves to meet her boyfriend’s family, enjoy a meal with them, and have that sense of normalcy that I know she craves.

It meant more to me than just a formality, because she’s worth more to me than just a quick fuck or some fun college threesome.

She’s my future.

Now, I’m attempting to put her pieces back together, with Tyson taking charge in ways that only he can heal her.

We make a perfect team, the three of us, each one balancing out the other in some kind of twisted harmony, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Are you sure about this, baby girl? We don’t have to do anything if you’re uncomfortable or changed your mind,” Tyson says softly, the terms of his plans clearly laid out in front of her to decide if she wants to take this leap with him – us.

“I’m sure, I promise. I think … I think it could be good for me, to finally give up some of the control for once, and I trust you,” she whispers, looking up at him through her lashes as he dangles a blindfold in his hands.

“Safe word?”

“Butterfly.”

“She’s also not allowed to come until I say so,” I chime in, holding up my sliced and bloodied hand from our earlier encounter in the weapons room as proof for her punishment.

“Even better,” Tyson smiles, ravaging her body with his eyes as he decides what to do with her first, while she whimpers in anticipation, still fully clothed.

Tyson can be a bit sadistic when it comes to this shit, his dominant side almost like an alter ego, and I’ve seen what he is capable of when he’s lost in the moment.

“You’re not going to hurt her, Ty. I won’t let you,” I tell him, forcing him to break his gaze from her body and focus on me.

“I would never harm her. She’s everything to me,” he says, and I don’t press him any further, taking his word at face value.

Tyson has never been interested in a woman longer than a few days, but he sees the same thing within her that I do, and it only furthers my theory that she was sent to us, created by a higher power to fit perfectly in between the brotherly bond we share.

“Massi, strip her. Everything off,” he commands, and a slight smile perks up on her face, her chest rising and falling faster with his words.

“Say no more,” I cheer, my hands itching to be all over her body, like she’s my own personal drug of choice that I could never stay away from.

My fingers find the zipper in between her breasts, the metal dragging along the teeth at an excruciating pace, but finally, her blood-stained flesh is revealed to me once more, and I inhale a deep breath at the beautiful sight before me.

“Jesus Christ, what did you do to her?” Tyson sighs, pausing from the opposite side of the bed as he fumbles with his bag of tricks.

“Nothing she didn’t fucking love, isn’t that right my little deviant?” I ask, and she bites her lower lip in response, her eyes darting down to marvel at the mess I made of her skin.

“He’s right,” she breathes, her eyes following the path my fingers take as I slip the dress off her shoulders and down her body, revealing her matching black panties.

“May I?” I ask, dropping down to my knees and playing with the strap on her thigh sheath.

“Please, Jasper, I want you to take everything off,” she begs, goosebumps trailing down her legs as I begin to unbuckle the one thing that could protect her.

My thumbs loop through her panties, tugging them down until she steps out of them, discarding the fabric on the floor as I kiss my way up her thighs.

She lets out a heavy sigh, her hands tangling in my hair while I swirl my tongue over her belly button, working the clasp on her bra until it falls onto the floor between her feet.

“Fucking perfect, Principessina,” I groan, taking one of her nipples between my teeth, biting down as she screams and moans in pleasure.

Tyson steps up behind her, his presence inducing a shiver from her body, but she stays perfectly still while he runs his hands along her shoulders, not stopping until he latches a hand around her throat, leaning down to whisper in her ear.