Chapter 8
EIGHT
CARTER
You can add fake crying to the list of reasons why I deserve an Oscar for this performance.
There’s nobody after me, and I’ve never been assaulted by a man, but Tyson and Jasper ate up every word, believing me to be a damsel in distress.
My scars are from training, and one close call with a bookie who had a blade tucked under his ballsack, but he’s no longer capable of speaking, let alone coming after me.
Hook, line and sinker, they did exactly what I thought they would, and now, I have their trust because of course, men will always believe a woman needs their big strong arms to protect them.
Gross.
Immediate eye roll.
The next phase of my plan is on the tip of my tongue, literally, and all Jasper has to do is take the bait, doing what he’s been dying for since the second we met.
“Principessina,” he whispers against my lips, waiting for an inkling of consent, which is actually the most surprising thing I’ve learned about him thus far.
He seems like the type to take what he wants, but instead, he has a gentle side, which only further solidifies my choices — I have to do this, to earn his trust fully, and this next step will cement that in stone.
“No more talking, Jasper,” I say, and he crashes his lips into mine roughly, but his hand snakes to the back of my neck, keeping me in place.
Without hesitation I part my lips, inviting his tongue into my mouth, and we fight for dominance, my hands trailing along his shoulders as I pin him against the seat with one firm grasp of his neck.
He audibly moans into my mouth, the sexiest fucking sound I’ve ever heard as he too, wraps his palm around my throat, both of us at each other’s mercy.
I’ve never been kissed like this before, it’s as if he wants to devour me, and I’d gladly let that happen to keep feeling this good. We’re giving and taking, our hands tugging and pulling, attempting to be as close as possible.
Finally, he breaks our lips apart, sighing as he rests his forehead against mine.
“Fuck, little ice princess. I knew you’d taste so fucking good,” he whispers, our labored breathing the only sound in this truck, until I hear Tyson clear his throat, and nearly jump at the noise.
The allure of Jasper stole every rational thought I possess, erasing everything else around us, as I forgot Tyson was a few inches to my left.
“You’re not going to leave my brother out, are you Carter? That wouldn’t be fair,” Jasper says slowly, and I swear to God, I feel like I’m dreaming, this exact fantasy playing out in my head more times than I care to admit.
The way we just kissed was practically a claiming, but in the next breath he’s offering me up to Tyson like we’re casually passing around a joint.
Taking a second to think through this, I bite my lip as I stare into his icy eyes, looking for any reason to say no, to tell him that I’m content with just keeping this between us, but I can’t find a single thing that suggests he wants me to do anything else.
Finally I tear my gaze off his, spinning around to find Tyson staring at me, likely waiting for my decision, and I can see the lust in his darker, yet equally beautiful eyes, showing that he wants me, too.
Fuck.
I’m not supposed to get involved with either of them, let alone both at the same fucking time, but every ounce of doubt flies out my head the second Tyson reaches his hands out, pulling me until I’m straddling his lap.
Instantly, I can feel how hard he is underneath his sweats, and that’s all I need to know, deciding in the heat of the moment that I deserve to have a little fun, especially with two of the sexiest men I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“Are you sure?” I ask, trailing my fingers along his cheek, the seconds feeling like minutes before he nods, gently pressing his lips to mine, in complete contrast of how Jasper ravished me like his last meal.
Tyson is tender, and this kiss is slower, but just as good.
His hands tangle in my hair, tugging hard as he bites down on my lower lip, causing me to roll my hips as I moan from the pain, mixing in perfect harmony with the pleasure.
“She’s fucking perfect, isn’t she, Ty?” Jasper rasps, clearly enjoying the show as I make out with his best friend, all three of our spit swapping at this point, but I couldn’t feel any higher if I tried.
“A fucking dream,” he breathes, trailing open mouth kisses along my neck, turning my head so I’m facing Jasper again.
Opening my eyes to Jasper’s, I spot the fierce lust hiding behind his irises, and I up the stakes, reaching for his hand across the bench of the truck and placing it around my throat, forcing him to hold me in place against Tyson’s chest, and the steering wheel.
“Fuuuuck,” a groan rips through his chest, and a surge of power roars through me, knowing that these two murderous mafia men would do absolutely anything I say in this moment.
“You know what this means, Stellina?” Tyson asks, tilting my chin, effectively cutting off my air supply as Jasper’s grip tightens so hard, my vision starts going black at the corners.
Attempting to swallow around Jasper’s palm, I realize the predicament I’m in, my body pinned against Tyson’s muscular frame, and although I should be terrified, afraid that they could snuff the life out of me at any second, I’ve never felt more fucking alive, running off adrenaline and lust.
Finally I concede, shaking my head to answer Tyson’s question, but not moving much due to how they’ve immobilized me, and a smirk erupts across both their faces at my struggle.
“You belong to us, now.” He presses his lips to mine once more, and just as I’m about to pass out from a lack of oxygen, Jasper releases me, and I feel the life re-enter my body as my tongue tangles with Tyson’s in a slow, rhythmic pace.
I’m not theirs in any sense of the word, but for now, I need them to believe that as fact, and if I get off from it a few times, it’s a win for us all.
But eventually this will end, and when I strike, I’ll burn their whole lives to the ground, carefully stepping over the ashes as I make my way to the throne.