Chapter 10
TEN
TYSON
One taste of the dark-haired, incredibly strong woman that I’ve been dreaming about since the second we met was all I needed, and now, I’m dangerously obsessed.
I’ve never met the human form of perfection, but right before Carter passed out from a lack of air, I caught the sight, and my god it was hypnotizing.
She’s a walking Angel of Death, a certified embodiment of strength, and I for one, want to witness everything she has inside that petite body.
I don’t even mind that I have to share her with Massi, because there’s some kind of magnetic pull that they have, their own brand of sinister chaos, and I love every second of it.
They bicker like little kids, and she challenges him, forcing out the sides of himself that nobody has ever seen. In turn, he’s breaking down her walls, earning her trust, and something tells me that it’s the first time she’s been vulnerable with anyone.
“Come on, Principessina, get that pretty ass over here,” Massi says, climbing out of the truck and holding his arms out, waiting to catch her.
“I can walk, Jasper. My legs work just fine,” she quips, and I stay back, waiting until one of them breaks, fully enjoying the standoff.
“What if I want everyone to know that you’re mine?” He challenges, and she scoffs, rolling her eyes at his possessive attitude.
“You’re not peeing on me to mark your territory, Stalker Boy,” she asserts, jumping down and slamming the door for good measure. “Tyson on the other hand, is more than welcome to hold my hand.”
Massi’s fuming, and I can’t help but laugh at the vein bulging out of his neck, but he loves the games she plays, whether he admits it or not.
“Over my dead fucking body.” He lunges, scooping her off the ground before our hands interlock, howling like a hyena as he tosses her over his shoulder with ease.
“Jasper! Put me down,” she cries, pounding her tiny fists against his back, but he slaps her ass, whispering something in her ear that I don’t catch.
“I’m going to stab you with your own knife, I swear to God,” she mutters, seemingly giving up the fight and accepting her fate as we climb the stairs.
“Nothing would turn me on more, Principessina. I’ll lick it clean when you’re done, too,” he says, and even though she’s upside down, I can see the heat flush across her cheeks, the subtle way she bites her lip at the thought.
Our girl likes knives and blood and I store that tidbit away for later, the overwhelming desire to know everything about her – the things that turn her on, make her tick, and what drives her crazy – consuming me like a drug I should steer clear of.
“Put her in my bed,” I order, not letting Massi attempt to steal her for himself.
We agreed to share, but if we don’t set boundaries, this won’t work. I’ve never fought for a woman before, but hell will have to freeze over before I let Carter get away from me.
“Who died and made you in charge?” Massi shoots, and I narrow my eyes, not in the mood to fight him.
“She did,” I say, and his face softens, knowing that I’m right.
She craves the violence and tension that comes with Massi, but I can tell she wants to be treated tenderly, too, and that’s exactly where I come in with the perfect balance.
After the tidbits she’s already confessed, I’ll be damned if we don’t give this girl every-fucking-thing she wants.
“We’re just jumping right into this sleepover? You can’t even take me to get clothes or buy me dinner first?” She snarks, kicking off her heels before flopping down on my bed dramatically.
Now that she’s in my space, I watch intently as she unstraps the blade from her thigh, tucking it under the pillows as she tosses the leather sheath onto the floor.
I felt it when she was straddling my lap in the car, but seeing it on her body is arguably the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. She’s the equivalent of unwrapping a present, each layer that’s shed revealing a brand new, fascinating fact.
“Don’t worry about clothes, my feral little house cat, I sleep naked, and I have no opposition to you doing the same,” Massi says, sitting beside her and trailing his hand over her thighs.
“Food. Now.” She swats him away, glaring at him as she accentuates her words.
Right on cue, a grumble comes from her belly, and I can’t help but stupidly grin at how adorable she is.
“Whatever you want, Carter. I’ll have it delivered,” I tell her, and she smiles at me with gratitude, something I’d do anything to keep there permanently.
She scrolls through her phone for a few minutes, adding a few different options to the cart, and before she can even think about it, I hand her my credit card, urging her to take it.
“I can pay for my own, it’s okay.” She pulls out her wallet, attempting to give me cash, but I shake my head, not going to let her offer again.
“Absolutely not, baby girl. It’s okay to let somebody help you, or pay for your meal once in a while, alright?” I stroke her cheek, tucking a stray curl behind her hair, and she nods sheepishly, slipping the cash back into her bag. “Good girl.”
Her eyes immediately flick to mine, her baby-blue irises dilating as she processes my words of praise, and just when I think she’s going to rip me a new ass like she does with Massi, she smiles softly.
She likes to be praised – noted.
“Good, now that we’ve got that settled, get your sexy little ass on top of me,” Massi says, pulling her until their bodies are flush while she giggles like a schoolgirl, and it’s the most pure sound I’ve ever heard.
The woman of steel has a sense of humor, and she knows how to laugh – genuinely, not just because of her sarcastic mouth – and I swear, I’m nothing but a man, desperate to keep this girl happier than she’s ever been in her entire life.
“Jasper, I’m not ticklish, so don’t even try it,” she says, grinding her hips against his crotch, and he digs his fingers into her side, but she doesn’t budge. “I told you so.”
She dips down, pressing her lips to his, his hands instantly tangling in her curls, holding her in place while they make out like two horny teenagers.
There’s nothing sexier than watching Carter submit to her desires, to watch as her body reacts to the pleasure she’s feeling, and right now, her soft moans are filling the room like a symphony.
“Tyson” she rasps, calling out for me, and I tug at her hair, pulling her head until it’s against my chest, and she’s looking up into my eyes.
“Yes, baby girl?”
“I want you both,” she begs, her voice shaking as she speaks her desires aloud, and I don’t dare disobey a plea like that.
“Kiss him again,” I order, and she blinks slowly, her eyes fluttering shut as she debates whether or not to comply.
Taming brats is one of my guilty pleasures, but right now, I have a feeling Carter’s too wrapped up in the idea of pleasure to resist.
Without another moment of hesitation, she nods, even with my fist around her hair, and I release her, watching as she tangles her lips with Massi’s.
He moans around her, reaching his hand up her shirt, and she tips her head back as he plays with her tits.
“Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect, my little temptress of death. Are you going to kill me, Carter?” He asks, lifting her top off until she’s only in a lacy black bra, in true Carter fashion.
“Mmm, only if you say please, Jasper,” she moans, grinding her hips right over the bulge coming from his jeans.
At the same time, they both look to me, waiting for their next command, and I feel the blood rush straight to my cock.
The thrill of dominating them both, while I watch them act out my commands, is arguably the most heavenly brand of sin I’ve ever indulged in.
Carter is a magnificent creature of nature, like a gift given to us in spite of all the shit we’ve done, the lives we’ve taken in our short time on this Earth.
The three of us were brought together for a reason, maybe to repent, to absolve ourselves of the crimes we’ve committed, or there’s a strong possibility that she’s been sent to us by the universe, to fight alongside us in our war.
No matter the reason, I’ll never stop thanking Jesus Christ himself for the blessing of many, many lifetimes.