He chuckled and I remembered to be wary of him. There was something about Carter that told me to be careful. I didn’t know why, I was never good at listening to my instincts and, once again, I chose to ignore them. When Carter offered me his hand, I took it and allowed him to help me stand.
“Let’s get you upstairs.”
There was a hunger in his voice no amount of intoxication could miss. I knew he wasn’t going to take me upstairs, let me cry into one of his crisp white shirts, and cuddle me to sleep telling me everything was going to be okay. That wasn’t the kind of man he was, and it wasn’t the kind of relationship—or whatever it was—we had. I knew he’d take me up to his apartment, fuck me until I couldn’t breathe without rippling around him in bliss, and then I’d get a taxi home in the morning and avoid him until the next time he magically appeared in my life. I refused to think of the comedown, and what would happen if I was still around him when I sobered up.
I giggled when we stepped out of the lift, Carter almost dragging me through the foyer and into his apartment. There was no time for talk tonight, there was nothing he wanted to say, and my stomach flipped with both fear and longing when I contemplated taking a punishing hate-fuck from him.
“Slow down,” I whispered, shoving my hands to his shoulders to try and push him off me when he threw me to the sofa and tumbled down with me. “Carter, please.”
“Hush now, babe.” He pressed his finger to my lips. “There’s no reason to talk.”
“But—Oh!”
Carter ground against me, the hardness of his cock, the thickness and heat evident through his pyjama bottoms caught a spark between my legs and ignited into raging arousal. Rough hands grabbed my breasts, his teeth dug into my neck, heating the flesh with guttural groans and sharp breaths, and he pried my legs open with his knees to expose more of me to him.
“Such a bad girl,” he hummed against my skin. “No knickers under the skirt, huh?”
I shook my head, feeling the need to explain myself, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t speak, and didn’t want to. I just wanted to feel.
“Now,” he said, leaning back with his hands on my stomach, nails digging into muscle to make me tense beneath him. “I think we should play a little game.”
“I don’t want to play a game. I just want to fuck.”
“Nuh uh.” Leaning down he placed a quick kiss to my lips before sitting back up. “It’s for your benefit, babe.”
“How?”
“Sometimes our senses trick us into thinking and feeling things we don’t want to think or feel.” He smirked, glancing down at my body. “I promise not to look at you while I make you come over and over again, but I want you to allow me to take the same steps.”
“What?”
I shook my head. I had no idea what was going on. All I knew was I didn’t care what he did to me; I just needed him to soothe this ache, extinguish this smouldering flame that made me need him more than my next breath.
“Let me show you.”
He whipped off his vest, exposing a tight stomach decorated with toned abs and soft muscle, and a waist that narrowed to hips with a perfect V signalling where I wanted to go, calling to me like a beacon. His pecs were firm, but not unrelenting, his chest smooth, his collarbone making my tongue flex with the urge to slide over the dips and taste the saltiness of his skin.
“Carter…”
Looking at him, being beneath a body so perfectly in proportion and looked after, made me feel inadequate, and my eyes searched the area around me for my bag. Maybe I could persuade him to let me use the bathroom so I could rid myself of this self-loathing. Instead of granting me time, Carter gave me blindness, settling his vest over my eyes like a blindfold and securing it around the back of my head. I couldn’t see a thing, but I could smell him. There was something about the virile scent of a man who worked hard and played harder that made my clit throb for attention, which Carter teased with another roll of his hips.
“Ready to play, Harley Davids?”
Without hesitation, I nodded.
Sixteen
Charlotte. Once upon a time it had been a name I’d adored. One I’d whispered with love and roared with passion. One I’d called in my sleep, uttered when I woke, and groaned as I’d fallen asleep with images of her leading to a sticky hand.
Now it was a name I loathed. It was a name that instantly made me want to crush a windpipe and rip out the tongue of the person who said it. It was the name of the woman who had made me everything I was today—almost—and a name I would carry to my grave with hatred and resentment.
“Baby,” Charlotte cooed as we passed the jewellery shop hand-in-hand. “Baby, please.”
The way she said please made my dick hard, and my balls swelled in preparation for some fun. Some more fun after the two sessions of it we’d had in bed this morning. I had more sex than most nineteen-year-olds, and it was all thanks to my nymph of a girlfriend. I’d scored the gorgeous travel agent who sold me and Rome a holiday to Ibiza with a free upgrade, and while at the time I thought I’d take her out for a drink, sink my cock into her and get us both off a few times, I’d fallen in love with the chick. Like, sick, puppy love that made me ready to lay my life down for her, and hand her my balls on a platter if she asked.
But the necklace she pointed to as she stabbed her finger to the glass and glanced up at me with wide blue eyes was way out of my price range.
“How about this?” I started, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her snug against me. “We’ll buy it as a celebratory piece. Once I’ve got Chimera up and running, bringing in the money like a pimp in Soho, I’ll buy you the entire fucking shelf.”
She sighed, but looked longingly into my eyes and, at the time, I thought it was in love and support.
“You’re going to make it, baby,” she said with a smile. “And then I want the whole fucking shop.”
I’d bought the whole shop, of course I had, but I’d closed it down, and turned it into a sex shop before selling it to a Madame. I’d done it to spite her, to stop her buying any more shit—or using him to buy her any more shit. She’d well and truly pulled the wool over my eyes and it wouldn’t happen again. This time I would use her to get my kicks, knowing she’d lead me straight to Number Two and I’d be able to punish the cunt and his slut of a sister the only way I knew how. With blood.
“Carter?” Alec, the doorman, called through the intercom and I crossed the room to answer it.
“What’s up?”
“There’s a chick down here for you. Says you’ll let her in, but they all say that. She seems pretty messed up.”
Rolling my eyes, I prayed it wasn’t the girl from Friday night, back to try and convince me she didn’t have a boyfriend who fucked her with less passion than a wet fish.
“She’s gone,” he continued. “But I’m worried about her safety. Something seems…off.”
“I’m on my way down.”
Three minutes later, I was stepping out into the street and looking down the length of it. Whoever had come with the hopes of a replay hadn’t stuck around to play psycho.
“She seemed a little broken,” Alec said, patting me on the shoulder. “Normal, though, which I guess is a new thing for you.”
He laughed, but I remained still, looking through the crowd of people queuing to get in. I knew who Alec was talking about. I didn’t know her, hardly at all, but I knew enough to know Harley had succumbed to whatever it was she felt, and had come to find me.
“I’ll handle it,” I said, stepping out when Alec pointed in the direction she’d taken.
It didn’t take long to find her. She was crouched against the wall with her face to her knees and if my instincts hadn’t told me she was pissed, I would have thought she’d fallen asleep.
“Harley.”
She woke quickly, if resistant, and hazy vision searched for me in the dim light. I don’t really know what happened next; I knew she was vulnerable and emotional, and that was my cue to take advanta
ge. To find some way to punish her for what she’d done to me, and remind myself of the job I had to do. In no more than ten minutes, she was beneath me on the sofa, squirming as I pressed my cotton-covered cock against her bare pussy, with her face covered by my vest. I knew I wasn’t alone tonight, and I knew it was time to up the ante.
“Ready to play, Harley Davids?” I asked, leaning back to pull my trousers down and grip my cock.
When she nodded without hesitation, I smiled. Play with her, I would. She cried out when I buried my face between her legs, and moaned when I swiped my tongue along the slit of her tight cunt, diving inside her to give us both a taste of what was to come. Her legs clamped around my head and I sucked on her clit with a pop when two hands pried them back open. I looked up and saw Rome standing over her, staring at me with a cocktail of rage and excitement in his eyes. One hand let go of her and he pressed his finger to his lips. I grinned, keeping my hands on my cock as I dived back into her pussy and he gripped her breasts in a rough hold that told me he wasn’t sure we should be playing the game this close to home. To hell we shouldn’t. This was the best way to do it…to get her the fuck out of my system. I didn’t mind sharing my women. Charlotte had had no qualms taking on more than one man, so why couldn’t every other woman who succumbed to my charm without ever searching for the real me, head in the same direction?
“Does that feel good, babe?” I asked, smirking when she twitched against me as I blew on her sensitive flesh.
“So good,” she mumbled, reaching up to cover Rome’s hands with her own.
He grinned. I grinned. Non-consensual threesomes were what I did best.
Rome nodded and I settled back, severing contact with Harley as Rome freed himself from his trousers.
“Ready to suck some cock, babe?”
“Yes.” She arched her back, searching for me—or Rome—she had no fucking idea.
“Open wide.”
She opened her mouth and, seizing hold of her throat, Rome yanked her back so her head hung over the arm of the sofa. He gripped the back of it and fisted his other hand on his hips as he slid into her mouth and I stood, shoving two fingers into her. She moaned and my cock reacted, calling for me to fist it and work it covertly as Harley sucked cock. She did it like a pro too; very little gag reflex and a shit-ton of dedication. She slurped and feasted, sucking up her own spit and taking Rome’s cock all the way down her tight throat. I rubbed furiously at her clit, encouraging her to come for the both of us. The closer she got, the harder she sucked, and the wetter she’d be when I finally fucked her.
“So good, babe,” I hissed, clearing my throat when the urge to laugh moved in. “You suck my dick so fucking good.”
She whimpered an affirmative, some sort of thanks for a compliment on something I couldn’t even feel, but the tensing of Rome’s stomach and the bunching of his thighs told me he agreed. Rome pulled out of her mouth, blowing out a silent breath through puffed cheeks, and I covered her face with my hand when she attempted to remove the vest.
“Nuh uh,” I chastised, smiling when Rome slapped her cheek. “We had a deal.”
“Sorry,” she murmured, squirming on the sofa, her beautiful ass pressing itself into the seating. “Please, Carter.”
“Are you begging, Harley Davids?”
She froze, but finally a smirk decorated her blowjob-swollen lips. “You’ve made me beg once, why not do it again?”
“So, since you’re begging, I should stop?”
“No!” She reached for me but Rome gripped her wrist.
“Then do as you’re told and take it like a good girl.”
She nodded, and I took the cue, moving onto the next stage. Rome stepped away as I resumed my position between her legs, wrapping them around me as I caught the foil packet making its way towards me. I winked at Rome, thanking him for having my back, and noticed him rolling another packet between his fingers like it was a lucky coin. When my cock was protected and Harley was damn near combusting with need, I let us both have it and drove into her in one fluid move.
“Ah,” she sighed through parted lips, throwing her head back further off the sofa.
I almost wished she knew she was being violated, so I could watch her reaction when she took two cocks at once.
She was so hot, gripping me until I had to clench my teeth together to stop myself from spewing into her. I fisted my hands by my side, giving Rome the role of touch. He smirked at me, understanding the challenge I was under as I fought to stop myself coming so quickly. She lifted into me perfectly, taking my length like she was made for me, her cunt massaging every single fucking inch of me.
Rome slowly slid the material of her top upwards, revealing firm tits encased in regular white cotton. The sight of such simple underwear had my balls drawing in tight. Lace, silk, even fucking sheer gossamer shit had nothing on pure, angelic white cotton.
She fought with him, her hands slapping out but he placed his hand on her cheek and shushed her. “It’s okay.”
The sight of her scars made my gut clench, rage pouring into my veins and making me thrust hard inside her to compensate for the excess of adrenaline.
Her tits stood proud, and Rome, moving alongside me, lowered one cup of her bra. “You have beautiful tits, babe,” he whispered, making her relax around me once again. But then taking a perky nipple in his mouth, he bit around it gently. Harley groaned, lifting her hips and taking more of me inside her.
I smacked out at him but he chuckled silently, biting again and making the cum in my balls surge into the condom. Gritting my teeth to stop the growl that wanted to erupt, I dug my fingers into my thighs and rode the high, silently.
Rome took place behind me as I reached up and twisted Harley’s nipples between my fingers, forcing her to concentrate on the pleasure as Rome took place between her sweet thighs.
She gasped, nearly choking on her own breath when he thrust deep and hard inside her, knocking her an inch up the couch.
He bit into his lip as we both stilled, praying she didn’t notice the difference. But she was drowning in so much pleasure she wrapped her legs around him and took it.
I stood watching Rome bring her to orgasm again and again. There was a look in his eye as he fucked her with a fury that I hadn’t seen from him in a long while. His gaze stayed on her chest, his eyes memorising every single fucking scar on her chest.
Fifteen burns.
Ariel 15.
Fuck!
I kept my mouth shut. The adrenaline was sinking into sadness now that I’d fucked her into oblivion. They would all pay.
That, I would make damn sure of.
Blinking, I shook away my thoughts and watched as Harley’s back bent and she came over Rome’s cock as he followed her over, a loud groan accompanying his climax.
His forehead dropped to her stomach and when I tapped him on the back, he stared up at me in confusion.
Pointing to the bedroom, realisation hit home, and he nodded, quickly pulling out of her. He gazed down at her for a moment, a deep frown creasing his brow but biting into his lip and sighing, he took one more look, then disappeared.
Waiting until he’d gone, I reached down and slipped my vest from Harley’s eyes. Her mascara had run down her face, her cheeks were flushed, and her bottom lip was ravished from where she had bitten into it from so many orgasms.
She smiled. She fucking smiled, and I had to swallow the restriction in my throat.
“Better?” I asked softly, taking her hand and helping to pull her upright.
She nodded, a shyness creeping over her.
Laughing, I shook my head. “Why so shy all of a sudden?”
She shrugged, pulling her top down quickly and hiding her secrets once again. “Something was….” She mused over her words, then frowned to herself. “…Different.”
“Different?”
She didn’t clarify her statement, and instead, suddenly whipped up her clothes and started to pull them on. “I have to go.”
; “Really? Am I that bad?”
Her eyes widened and she shook her head quickly. “No… I….”
“I’m just winding you up. I have to get down to close the joint up anyway.”
I’d never been with a woman who was ever in such a rush to leave after sex. It was a novelty, and one I wasn’t sure I liked very much.
I watched her walk across the room and before she reached the hallway, she paused. “What…. What are we doing, Carter?” She didn’t turn to look at me, just stood staring away from me.
She jumped when I came up behind her, brushing her long hair to the side to drop a kiss on the back of her neck. “Whatever we want. Don’t overthink it, babe.”
She nodded, her gulp loud. “Okay.”
I frowned when the door clicked closed behind her. Rome stood in the bedroom doorway staring at me. “She knew.”
I nodded. “Yeah. I think she did. But how, none of them ever have before?”
He sighed. “Experience.” Walking back into the bedroom, he lowered his voice, except I still heard him. “And not from a good experience. So what exactly does that make us?”
Seventeen
Plum mewed at Evan when he pulled off the lid of her warm milk and placed it beside her on the worktop. Stroking his hand down her back, he narrowed his eyes on me. “Spill.”
I shook my head and smiled, praying he let it go. But it was Evan, my best friend, the only person who could read me like a book. “I’m good.”
“Then why do you look like you did way too much last night?”
I grimaced at the anger in his voice. Shrugging, I turned away, taking a sip of the coffee he’d brought, and took a seat at my workstation.
It had been three days since I’d stumbled into my house after the marathon sex session with Carter. With Carter—and his friend.
How could he think I wouldn’t notice? I wasn’t sure who I was angrier with, him or myself. The thing was, and the thing I couldn’t get a grip on, I trusted him. He was dangerous, lethal even, yet something inside confirmed he would never hurt me, at least physically. I had a feeling he knew what had happened in my past. I didn’t know if he did what he did because he wanted to exorcise those demons for me, or if he really thought I wouldn’t figure it out and he’d totally violated me. I should have been outraged, sickened that I couldn’t figure it out. Disgusted by what had happened, and the knowledge that a stranger had been inside me… yet I wasn’t.
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