Chapter 31 Carter
THIRTY-ONE
CARTER
Mark me. Claim me. Own me.
With our shared confessions, that’s exactly what they’ve done, and I couldn’t be happier if I tried, knowing that I’ve broken these big mafia boys down to the bones.
In turn, they’ve ripped me limb from limb, not only forcing me to feel emotions that I couldn’t have dreamed were possible, but allowing me the grace of confessing those feelings without fear of judgement.
For three people caught in the middle of a twisted web of murder and lies, somehow we managed to give up the rawest pieces of ourselves, finding a space comfortable enough to land on where we could fall in love.
With every fiber of my being, every single ounce of blood in my veins, I fucking love Tyson Kelly and Jasper Masseria, and it has nothing to do with why I showed up at Emory in the first place.
The Cassini throne is so far down on my list of priorities that I barely remember what that dream feels like, choosing to stay in the present moments with the two people I trust wholeheartedly.
The fantasy of running away is inching closer to reality with each passing day, and it’s no longer a cover story for why I’m really here, or a placeholder for my ulterior motives.
It’s the possibility of escaping this life, and creating a brand new one that keeps me going, that breathes fresh air into my lungs each day, and it’s not just one of many options anymore, it’s now the mission.
“Can you take us both down that pretty little throat, Carter?” Tyson asks, tugging harder on my hair until our eyes meet, his harsh tone ripping me from my thoughts.
With Jasper’s fingers teasing my lips and tongue, all I can do is nod, the romantic that’s newly been unleashed within me hoping that Tyson takes it easy, but the ruthless girl that’ll never die is smart enough to know that I’m likely about to be obliterated by them in the best ways.
“Use your words,” he warns, forcing me to gag around Jasper’s thumb as I swallow in an attempt to find my voice.
“Please, Tyson. I want you both to fuck my throat,” I choke out, feeling as their hands roam my body, down my shoulders and over my chest until they reach my nipples, tweaking them until they’re begging for more attention as whimpers leave my lips.
“That’s my girl. Go ahead, baby girl, stick out your tongue for him,” Tyson coaches, his thick hands tangled in my hair to keep me in place, and I do as he asks while my eyes stay on his.
“Perfect little cockwhore,” Jasper breathes, slapping my tongue with his cock, my body jumping in shock at the abrupt, unexpected movement.
Slowly, he slides the tip in, forcing my jaw open even wider, but I silently vow not to give up, willing myself to make them both finish with only my mouth.
It’s so fucking sexy when one of them loses control down my throat, but both of them at the same time will be a true test to how well I can take them.
Rather than letting Jasper dominate the pace, I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft, pumping ever so slightly while my tongue works the underside of him, his body tensing as I pick up the speed, bobbing my head to match the stroke of my palm.
“Fuck, Carter, you’re doing so well. Look how good you’re making him feel,” Tyson mutters, his own hand lazily rubbing his cock as he marvels at me, the loving look in his eye mixing with the lust pooling in his dark irises.
Sure enough, Jasper’s head is tipped back, one hand on the back of my neck, the other tangled in his own hair as he bites his lower lip.
Raising the stakes, I pull all the way off him, releasing his tip with a pop as I continue to jack him off, using my saliva as lube.
At the same time, I spit into my free hand and wrap it around Tyson’s cock, squeezing as I jerk them both, watching as they slowly lose their inhibitions due to how good I make them feel.
I’m holding their pleasure in the palm of my hands, and that thought alone has me clenching my thighs together, the wetness pooling and dripping down my legs at a rapid pace.
“Open.” Tyson fists my ponytail harder, pulling my head until his tip waits at my lips, and I follow his command, allowing him to slide into my mouth at a punishing pace.
He’s thrusting so hard that I can barely keep up, but finally he slows, pushing my head further down until I’m at eye-level with his balls.
Without hesitation, I dart my tongue out, trailing it along his sensitive skin and he roars in pleasure, the sound echoing around the shower walls.
“Suck them, Principessina. He’ll lose his fucking mind,” Jasper offers, and I do exactly as he suggests, sucking one into my mouth and swirling my tongue around for good measure.
Sure enough, Tyson’s leg muscles clench, and he lets a stream of curse words fly from his lips as I switch to the other one, the feeling of causing him to come undone flooding my veins with heat.
“Fuck, baby girl.” Tyson grits through his teeth, pulling me back as he slowly strokes his cock and pushes me toward Jasper.
“Take him all the way,” he says gruffly, his voice strained as he tries to hold back on finishing too soon, but the vein in his forehead bulges like he’s dancing along the edge, ready to explode at any second.
Before I can even prepare with a deep breath, Jasper plunges into the back of my throat, and I gag around him, unable to stop the reaction from my body as I work to adjust to his length.
“That’s my girl, fucking choke on it,” he rasps, the firmness in his voice shaking me to my core as I work to do my best for him, swallowing around his cock just like he taught me until a guttural moan rips through his chest.
Without warning, he rips out of my mouth, his cock pulsing as he strokes around the tip, holding my head in place while he works himself up to the edge.
“Don’t you waste a single drop, my pretty little cumwhore,” he grunts, and I stick my tongue out in response, my gaze meeting his icy silver eyes.
Seconds later, Tyson joins in, both of them jerking off directly in my face, but I fucking relish in this moment, knowing that I’m the person who gets them off, the one who holds their release in every move I make.
Jasper finishes first, thick ropes of his cum landing on my tongue and lips, but I don’t dare move, not until Tyson coats me with his, too. I want to taste them both, and it doesn’t take long as he watches me struggle, the short swallows getting stuck in my throat while I breathe through my nose.
“So. Fucking. Beautiful.” He accentuates his words with his release, each drop landing in a perfect puddle in the middle of my tongue, until he mushes his tip in the center, making a fucking mess as I swallow around him, taking him deep one last time as their salty release slips down my throat with ease.
“I fucking love you both,” I choke out as they slip their arms through mine, guiding me toward the spray of the water as my legs regain the ability to move.
“You were made for us, Principessina.”
“You did so good, Carter. So damn good.”
They both praise and care for me in their own ways, all of it like music to my ears as I drown in their love, compliments, and worship.
The bliss can only last so long, though, because Ellie is on the other side of that door, a harsh reminder that the war doesn’t stop just because we confessed our feelings, or have a strong desire to run away from it all.
We need to defeat our enemies, some of whom may be family, but I have the utmost confidence that whatever is thrown at us next, is nothing we can’t handle.
Naturally, I’m always doing something.
Whether that be planning, carrying out an operation, or healing from the backlash of a run in with my father, but lately, there’s been nothing.
They say idle hands are the devil’s playground, and I sure as shit have been feeling the spirit of Satan coursing through my veins because we’re at a standstill, and the boys are getting restless.
It’s been three weeks since the incident with Ellie, and although we confirmed her story to be true, it didn’t lead to any new information.
Unsurprisingly, no loose ends were left untied that could prove the Masseria patriarch was behind the order, or witnesses to back up our claims.
Jasper has been pacing like a caged animal, making calls to build alliances, luring men into our corner before the coup, and keeping a stoic poker face when it comes to handling the business side of things with his father.
Tyson, on the other hand, is following the money and phone calls, hoping a smoking gun will fall into his lap, but after hours spent behind the screen, it’s become another waste of time.
It’s fallen on my shoulders to maintain the peace, and although it sounds difficult, I find that stripping out of my clothes snaps them out of their heads, leaving me to be their literal live-in fuck doll – and I’m not complaining.
On the side, I’ve been communicating with my father, who is adamant that we need to put a deadline on this operation, and placing a ticking clock on my forehead.
The Cassini family wants results to prove my worth, and the longer I stay at Emory, the less chance I have to take the throne at the end of all this.
Of course, I can’t let my father know that I’m pushing back on my legacy, seriously contemplating running away and leaving everything I’ve ever dreamed of behind.
Instead, I lie by updating him on progress that doesn’t exist, and assuring him that the boys are no longer of any concern.
It kills me to put on such an elaborate ruse, especially to my dying father, but I’ve made my choice, and my heart lies with Tyson and Jasper.
I belong with them.
I belong to them.
A loud yell breaks me out of my thoughts, and I roll over in Tyson’s bed, the silky sheets making it nearly impossible for me to find the will to move.
“Boys?” I call out, expecting them to run in and share what all the fuss is about, but it’s silent on the other side of the door.
My paranoia kicks in, reminded of the night of the ambush, so I reach for my blade, holding it tight as I tread across the hardwood floors in nothing but my panties.
My clothes lead the trail, a flurry of stripped fabric covering the ground, but I carefully side step my heels and various shoes, reaching slowly for the doorknob.
Before I can twist, it swings open, and I scream in horror, shoving the knife forward as I stumble backward.
“Jesus Christ, Principessina. I thought we talked about this?” Jasper smirks, snatching the blade from my hands and pulling me into his arms.
“What the fuck is going on? You scared me!” I yell, slamming my fists against his rock-hard chest, but he only swats me away, walking us backward until my body lands on the bed.
“We got the meeting,” he says, snaking his hands along my waist, pressing open-mouthed kisses on my neck.
“With the Corazza’s?” I squeal, finally able to celebrate a win after all the losses we’ve endured recently.
One of Jasper’s big ideas was to team up with a smaller family, one that knows the Ricci’s well enough to give us intel, and all the rejection we’ve had only amplifies this moment now that we can finally take a step forward.
“Tomorrow night at seven. We’re meeting in the city,” he answers, a certain giddiness in his voice that has been absent over the last few days.
“New York City?” I ask, sitting straight up in the bed, unable to contain my excitement.
“The one and only. How about we make a date out of it? Spend the night in a big fancy hotel, maybe order room service? I’ll take you shopping for all your little devil clothes,” he says, making the deal sound sweeter with each word that leaves his lips.
“I’ve never been to the city! This is going to be so fun.” I slip my hands into his, but he looks up at me from his spot on the floor, a mix of confusion and skepticism on his pretty face.
“You lived upstate but never visited the city?” He questions, and I freeze in place, realizing how badly I may have just screwed up.
This is the first time I’ve slipped so monumentally, and I try to catch my breath, to come up with something to say on the spot, but my mouth has gone dry.
My head is spinning, but if my poker face cracks in the slightest, he’ll begin to unravel the web of lies I’ve told since the moment I stepped foot on Emory campus.
Fuck.
“Uh, well. I haven’t been since I was a little girl, but I barely remember the trip. This would be my first time as an adult,” I lie through my teeth, my heart pounding so hard in my chest, I’m afraid he can hear it, but he only smiles, the Cheshire-cat one that melts my heart into a puddle.
“Well, then I can’t wait to spoil my little ice princess with the best weekend of her life.” He draws small circles on my thighs with his fingers, and I tilt his chin until those perfect icy silver eyes meet mine, finding nothing but love and trust staring back at me.
He believes me.
He doesn’t see right through me, and I decide at this very moment that once we’re far away from here, I’m confessing everything.
By then, I’ll have proven my loyalty, shown that my beginning didn’t match the ending, and offer the reminder that we’ve already seen the truest parts of one another, ones that outweigh my real name by a long shot.
For so long, I’ve been goal-driven, my focus being stuck on becoming exactly like my father, exactly how I was trained, but that stops now.
All this time, I convinced myself that I was on board with this plan Jasper, Tyson and I conjured, but a shred of doubt has lived under the surface, somewhere buried deep within my soul that I was afraid to admit existed.
In this moment, I can feel that singular piece warm up, igniting my bones like a goddamn inferno, and all at once, it slams into me like a truck, forcing my eyes wide open.
The choice is finally mine to make, and I’m all fucking in.