Chapter 9
NINE
JASPER
A few hours ago, I was ready to drag Carter to my basement and torture her until she confessed her motives, employers, and any other information I deemed necessary, but I was dead wrong about her, and am left wishing I’d seen the signs.
Looking back, it was obvious that she’s running away from something, rather than hiding in plain sight, and the second I saw the scars on her back, my vision turned red.
The primal instincts within me want to hunt and kill whoever hurt my Principessina, but she swears that it’s taken care of, and that she doesn’t need us to fight her battles.
For now, I choose to let it go, but one day I will find out exactly how she got those scars, and seek revenge for each and every slice on her back, the number at least eleven by my count.
This girl has been beaten, probably worse than she’s letting on, and all I want is to shield her from that pain, and replace it with the delicious sensation that occurs when you mix consensual struggle with pleasure.
As I watch her writhe on top of Tyson, I can’t help but lose myself in her, and every move she makes.
I’m entranced by her body, the fearless way she submits to us both, all of our darkest sides coming out to play, and she takes every command like she was perfectly made to be with the two of us.
Tyson is on one end of the spectrum, choosing to be dominant and aggressive in bed, while I tend to explore the more sensual side of sex, contrary to how either of us operate in the real world.
Right now, Carter is stuck on our tether, being pulled between the Angel and the Devil, unbeknownst to her, because there’s not a chance in hell that the first time I sink into her pussy will be in a car off the side of the parkway.
“Go back to him, baby girl, it’s okay,” Ty says in her ear, the goosebumps visibly erupting across her arms as she does what she’s told.
In a split second, she climbs into my lap, sweeping her curls into her hand as she sinks perfectly into my chest, like she was built to fit against me like a missing puzzle piece.
“Jasper,” she rasps, her voice hoarse from how hard I was choking her.
“Yes, Principessina?”
“I’m not fucking you in this truck,” she hums, a slight giggle coming from her chest as she rests her head on my shoulder.
“Oh, no, my little ice princess. The first time I take that pretty pussy is going to involve something so sinister, you might pass out from how hard I edge you,” I whisper in her ear, winking at Tyson while he puts the truck in reverse, driving us away from the scene of our lust-filled crimes.
“Bring it on, Stalker Boy,” she groans, that spitfire mouth of hers my absolute favorite trait she possesses, always keeping me on my toes.
“Has anyone fucked you before, Carter? Looked into your eyes while they plowed into your beautiful little body?” I ask, digging into her mind while I tease my hand under her shirt, rubbing my hands along the soft skin of her belly.
“Just once,” she answers, and I nearly combust, absolutely floored that she’s only been touched by one other man.
“One person?” I repeat, keeping my voice low and speaking directly into her ear.
“No, like, I’ve had sex once,” she admits, and I swear to God, I almost meet the maker himself as my heart stops beating in my chest.
There’s no way that this beautiful goddess of a woman has only had sex once, likely not even experiencing a proper orgasm, and everything I’ve learned about her in the last hour has made me feral to obliterate the previous men who had the privilege of holding her body in their arms, and doing nothing to appreciate her as the masterpiece she is.
“Jesus Christ, Carter. Are you trying to kill me?” I groan, thrusting once so she feels how fucking hard I am for her.
“No, I need you alive, if only to teach me what it’s like to be properly fucked,” she admits, that sassy attitude protruding, even when she’s asking for something.
“You little Temptress of Death,” I breathe, kissing along her collarbone, inhaling every delicious moan she lets out, more than ready to hear what other sounds she makes while I teach her exactly how it feels to be sadistically satisfied.
Stealing a glance at Tyson in the driver’s seat, I read his eyes, coming to the conclusion that he must be thinking the same thoughts as me, because the look on his face is pure insanity, the control-freak that lives inside of him begging to be released on the creature in my arms – the girl we’ve chosen to share.
“What happens now?” She asks, climbing off me and resuming her position right between us, but I’ll admit, I already miss her body pressed against mine.
“You’re not going anywhere, Carter, not tonight. I want you to sleep with me, in the most pure fashion,” I propose, and without a single smart remark, she agrees, nodding her head.
“Him too, though,” she says softly, resting her head on Tyson’s shoulder.
“Whatever you want, baby girl,” he says, and I have to conceal my shock because Tyson never has sleepovers with women.
He’s been with a few, if only to fulfill his sadistic tendencies, which usually flame out once he’s broken them down, discarding them like ruined toys he no longer has use for.
My gut instinct was right, though, Carter is different, but in ways I couldn’t have foreseen until the moments we’ve shared.
We need to set boundaries, because although I don’t mind sharing, Carter is the anomaly.
She’s mine, in every sense of the word, and before today, I didn’t realize how close they’d gotten right under my nose.
My possessive side is jumping out, wanting to mark my territory, but I have to tread lightly, because I think that Carter is only along for the ride if we’re both present.
“My bed isn’t big enough,” she yawns, tucking under Tyson’s arm while he drives, and as much as that should bother me, it doesn’t.
Somehow, they got close without my full knowledge, and although she feels comfortable enough to snuggle with him, I’m happy.
A word I don’t think I’ve used in years, but right now, in this truck, with these two people, happiness is the only way I could describe it.
“Mine is, Stellina. You’re more than welcome to stay with us,” he offers, and she smiles up at him, planting a kiss on his cheek.
“If you touch my cock while I sleep … I’ll fucking kill you, Ty,” I laugh, speaking up so that the lovebirds realize I’m not excluding myself, not even at the thought of sword crossing.
“I’ve seen it, Massi. It’s huge, but not enough to sway me to the dark side,” he jokes, and I settle back down, thankful that we’re on the same page, and not fighting over this girl like a rabid pack of dogs.
“Have you guys shared a girl before?” Carter questions, looking between us both, and I sigh, afraid that if we tell her the truth she’ll run, but if we lie, she’ll kill us both in our sleep without a second thought.
“A couple times, yes,” I confess, and she switches her attention back to me, her eyes wide with curiosity.
“Is that whole Eiffel Tower thing real? Like, I’d be at your mercy while you do whatever you please with me?” She questions, a slight tremble in her voice as we pull back into the campus parking lot.
“I promise you, Principessina, you would have us at your feet, begging you for whatever you allow us to do. It may seem like we’re in charge, but we’d do anything you asked, right, Ty?”
“He’s right, baby girl. We’ll go easy on you … at first,” he says, and she visibly relaxes at our words, seemingly trusting us to take care of her.
I’ve never had something that I loved enough to lose, but with Carter, I can already sense that she’s my kryptonite, the one thing I couldn’t bear to live without.
There’s nothing holding me back from becoming hopelessly devoted to the girl next to me, a place I would’ve never guessed I’d end up, but regarding her, everything I’ve done up to this point has been insanely out of character, and I’m welcoming it with open arms.