Enthralled: A Box Set

by Pamela Ann

  So my nipples, had what… a Carter detector? I groaned.

  He moved in on me, his hand immediately went under my short denim skirt and he caressed the inside of my thighs as I stared at him wide-eyed. “Carter…” I hesitated, knowing full well where this was going.

  “Let’s stick to what we’re good at Emma and that’s indulging each other’s needs, hmmm?” His wet, hot tongue ran along the back of my ear to the base of my neck. Fuck! My entire body shivered and broke out in goose bumps. In the time it took me to process what was happening, he had squatted down and parted my legs. His expert finger pushed my thong aside and his tongue found my wet folds.

  Panting, I whispered, “Carter… someone might come back! We can’t do this out here for everyone to see!” I tried to be the voice of reason but hell… my traitorous body loved the feel of him; loved being with Carter like this again.

  Love totally sucked. Not only did it make you feel powerless, but it made you stupid, too.

  Carter’s tongue was heated and rushed then his finger found my hot entrance and toyed with it. Dammit, his gifted tongue was like a whirlpool, full of ferocious intensity and it most definitely sucked you in. It had the capability to pull me into its dark depths, free-falling without a life raft to hang on to. My fingers found his dark hair and grabbed on to it while I moaned and writhed during his artful ministrations.

  He hooked my left leg over his shoulder, making me even more frenzied and incoherent. At that point, I could not have cared less if his friends walked in on us like that. I was past modesty and restraint. My body was tightening and my insides started to simmer from the brewing force of my orgasm. I was mere seconds away from convulsing when he stopped.

  God dang it! What now?!

  Carter unbuttoned his cargo pants and stood in the foyer butt naked. My beautiful Adonis, I thought as my eyes devoured the creature before me. His throbbing cock was gleamed in the sun’s rays that filtered through the windows. I licked my lips when I gazed at his sheer masculine beauty. The energy between us was charged, aroused with pure and potent sexual ardor.

  It was always like this with him, with us.

  It was just sex and more sex and nothing in between. No talks about the future. No hearts and butterflies, just as he had promised.

  My eyes looked deep into his… I love you, I thought.

  He didn’t even bother with kissing or words. Since my legs were parted already, he jammed his cock inside me with haste. Damn, my body exulted at the very feel of him. Carter’s passionate fucking bordered on fervid, senseless mating. He had a way of setting me ablaze, burning me up with heat and need for him.

  Him alone.

  I hooked my leg up on his thigh as he pummeled deeper inside me. His hands gripped my hips as he hammered me into oblivion. I gripped his shoulder when he lifted me off the floor and roughly pushed me against the wall as if I weighed nothing. With each powerful, hard thrust of his hips, my mind shattered into euphoric ecstasy.

  “Caaaarteeeer!” I screamed over and over again. My screams vibrated throughout the house, maybe even the entire neighborhood, but I didn’t care. What mattered was the hard pounding I was getting.

  I panted as my orgasm convulsed through my body, tightening around his thick cock. My vaginal walls squeezed the length of his manhood, driving him even further with an intense need for completion, his release. His climax was a heavenly act in itself. The feel of his rigid body, the moment he screamed my name when he unloaded his seed inside me. He grunted and grumbled something incoherent. My mind was blank as he pulsated inside me. With another final push of his cock, he lowered me back onto the marbled floor.

  He buried his head deeply into the crook of my neck as I listened to the heaviness of his breathing and fought the urge to cry—from loving him so much and wanting something I could never have.

  Doom and gloom.

  I tried to move, but he wouldn’t let me. Both of his hands were securely planted against my fuzzy head, his cock impaling me and preventing me from moving. My blue eyes searched his darkened depths, but I couldn’t read them.

  “There will be no talks of you leaving me, Em. The only way this ends is when I say it ends. You got that?” Bossy. Domineering. I wanted to just punch him.

  I got that, loud and clear, mister. It was pretty apparent that this relationship I had with him changed the moment I fell in love with the jackass and I couldn’t keep hurting anymore.

  “Lewis and I are thinking of getting back together,” I blurted out, a technical lie. True, Lewis wanted to try again, but I never wanted to. At this point, though, I’d do and say anything to get away from this insensitive man.

  “I beg your pardon?” he uttered in his most deadly tone. He moved closer and I held myself back from moaning.

  I didn’t care if I made him angry anymore. I was past caring. “You heard me. Don’t make me say it again.”

  “Was this your goodbye fuck then?” He nudged his hips forward, making me unconsciously moan. His cock was semi-hard after our session, but I could feel it growing rapidly to its full length and girth.

  OH. MY.

  “You’re the one who started it, but sure, if you want to call it that. You can un-sheath yourself from me now,” I ordered as his wicked eyes twinkled.

  “Oh no, my luminous beauty, I have yet to satiate myself before I can un-sheath myself.” He smiled as he unceremoniously picked me up and carried me up the flight of stairs and into the master bedroom.

  Stupid me, I hadn’t voiced a word because his dangerous demeanor excited the hell out of me. I was hopeless, wasn’t I?

  E

  After two hours of long ardent lovemaking, he finally relented. What a blissful two hours they were, too.

  Carter licked, kissed and fucked me to make a point. He was harsh and tender at the same time. His dark eyes never left me. Whatever was going through that beautiful head of his, I would never know.

  We lied naked against the sheets and both stared blankly at the ceiling. He didn’t even bother holding me like he usually did after sex. It was break-up sex, I knew, but it still hurt all the same. His distance hurt me. It was just sex to him—nothing more. I guess, a small part of me hoped he’d beg me not to end this and show me some kind of emotion.

  Carter sat up and planted his feet on the floor. His rippled back looked so enticing. I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck and trail kisses along his spine, but my legs, which were still slightly parted, were vibrating and quivering after being stretched and used to capacity for the past couple of hours.

  Not once did he kiss me today; it was not really his thing, but he had obliged me a few kisses here and there before. I sighed with sadness; the heaviness on my chest never left me the entire time I was with him.

  He suddenly stood up and headed to the bathroom, but stopped mid-stride. Without looking at me, he spoke, “You can gather your things and go now, Em. Thanks for the great sex. I’ll see you around.” His voice was curt, deadpan, uncaring.

  Thanks for the great sex? Mother Fucker! The nerve! Why couldn’t he just say, “I’ll see you around?” Cold, but I’d rather take that than him thanking me for great sex. Fuck, I felt like a cheap tart. I couldn’t even muster a good comeback because I was beyond hurt and in utter shock. I mean, I knew he was an insensitive prick, but I hoped to have a civilized parting.

  Stupid, stupid asshat!

  Hot, salty tears threatened to spill from my azure orbs and it took all of my inner strength to keep them at bay. The stupid prick didn’t deserve my tears. Even one drop would be too much to bestow upon the horrid rat!

  I shot out of bed and immediately searched for my discarded clothing. “FUCK!!! Where the hell is my underwear?” I screeched as I scampered around, hunting down my tiny thong.

  Ugh, the miniscule piece was on the foot of the bed, ripped to shreds. Huh, I didn’t recall them being torn, I thought, annoyed.

  I’d die if he came out of the shower and found me still waiting here, pondering abo
ut him, about us, like a good little rabbit. Not a chance in hell! I haughtily left his house and slammed the door so hard I was surprised it didn’t come off its hinges.

  With my gloom and doom demeanor, I drove back to the dorms.

  UCSB was not only known for its good programs, but was also notoriously known across the nation as a top party school. Oh yeah, I planned to hit the party circuit hardcore, not tonight, though.

  Tonight, I planned to lick my wounds, recharge and shuffle the riotous order that was racking my brain.

  I had dumped him, hadn’t I? Then, why did it feel like he was the one who dumped me? Damn him! That farewell parting sealed it for him. I guess you could say he won. Carter was insufferable.

  News of my break-up with Carter would spread like a bad wildfire on a windy California day. The women would rejoice once more. Their famed stud was back on the market. I’d have to mentally prepare myself for what that would entail for me. I’d have to watch him find his new fuck buddy amongst the onslaught of awaiting women who wanted a piece of our school’s hottest athlete.

  Carter Mason was now single and ever so ready to mingle.

  Would my heart be able to bear it when he found someone new?

  Untitled

  “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”

  ~William Shakespeare

  Chapter Ninety-Two

  “Rise and shine princess!” Lindsey pulled the down comforter off me.

  I groaned. Not today, Lindsey! I can’t bear to face the world. Let me just wallow for a few more days, I silently begged my friend.

  “Leave me alone, Linds!” I turned the other way, curling up with my favorite feather pillow.

  “Suit yourself.” I heard a thud on my side table.

  The smell of coffee hit my sleepy senses. Oh, darn it. She knew me well; I couldn’t resist my morning cup of Joe. Evil, evil woman.

  Lindsey sat on the side of my bed and squeezed my arm. “The news is out babe. You’re officially axed! Now we should get you in good condition to come party tonight, bueno?”

  I opened my eyes and blinked a few times. Her words sunk in and my gut started to churn. Carter and I were no more.

  Finito.

  Kaput.

  Dead.

  I guessed I should have been thankful that I got out of that relationship in one piece? But it didn’t feel like it.

  “What time is it?” I sat up and greedily grabbed the hot coffee. My palms cradled it as I took a cautious sip. I smiled when I saw Lindsey wearing her usual house garb; a skimpy thong and a long fitted cami.

  “It’s almost noon. The girls plan to head out later tonight and party in Hollywood. I already booked us a suite at Chateau Marmont for our little getaway.” She winked with a mischievous smile plastered on her face.

  “You’re on, lady!” I tried to sound excited. Just because Carter Mason and I were done, didn’t mean I was going to let him push me into the darkness again. Maybe going out of town would be the best solution.

  “Good, ‘cause I’m not letting you mope around here while my stupid brother runs around town looking all chummy and unaffected,” Lindsey muttered and left my room.

  I bet he was, I thought angrily. Carter wouldn’t be known as a notorious playboy if he weren’t an insensitive jerk.

  With a heavy heart, I got up and headed to the bathroom to shower. I wasn’t going to let him see me hurt. I was going to try to live my life like he didn’t matter. It would be hard, but I could do it.

  The old soppy and nostalgic Emma was gone. That Emma ended last night.

  It was Saturday and I decided to treat myself to a mani/pedi at the nearest spa. If we were hitting the joints of Hollywood tonight, I couldn’t appear raggedy and have that I’m broken look’ hanging on me. Carter certainly didn’t deserve that. Even though my heart made a huge mistake falling for a man like Carter Mason, I certainly would not allow my pride to be trampled by him. At least in that, I got to have a choice.

  Carter was not the only man on this planet and I was quite positive I would get over him. Life was about stages and phases. I wasn’t going to dwell on my mistakes. Didn’t we have to kiss tons of frogs before we ended up with the prince?

  By six, I was ready to go. I was wearing a black, short, frilly skirt that I matched with a red, skintight, halter-top. I finished my ensemble with my favorite Louboutin lace booties. There was nothing much I could do with my short, blonde hair so I left it alone. For my make-up, I went for the smoky-eyed look and swiped soft pink lipstick and lip gloss on.

  I used my pinky to touch up a spot on the outside of my lip that had a little smudge of color. Eyeing myself from side to side I mumbled, “I suppose this will do.”

  “You’re a knockout, Em. No need to double check it,” Lindsey spoke from behind me. I grinned at my friend, who I could always count on to bring my spirits up. “The other girls already left in a separate car. I thought it would be best that we drive there by ourselves and meet them at the restaurant. They tend to go a little crazy when we’re all together and I don’t want to have any fights tonight.” “The girls” consisted of Amber, Trista and Cece. They were cool party friends, but Cece had a jealous streak, and Linds and Cece went way back from high school.

  “Uh, thank goodness. I don’t think I can deal with you and Cece sparring with words all night,” I said, agreeing with her.

  Oh, and did I mention Cece had a thing for Carter? Yeah, she didn’t seem too keen on me either. However, Amber and Trista were pretty cool and fun to hang out with. Lindsey introduced me to their little group and I became friends with them, too; well, except for Cece, of course.

  We took Lindsey’s BMW X5 and joined the chaos that was the 101 Freeway. It was Saturday and traffic was usually dreadful on the weekends. What should be an hour drive to Los Angeles could take two or three hours.

  “We should’ve left earlier and checked in at the hotel rather than drive at this hour,” Lindsey, frustrated, agreed with my thoughts.

  Why didn’t we think of that ingenious idea earlier?

  I picked up her iPod and scrolled through her songs. “Play ‘Ooh Ooh Baby’ by Britney,” she requested with excitement.

  Another revelation, we jammed to Britney Spears. I mean, Britney did have some good party songs, Toxic anyone? As much as I loved my mainstream pop music, I liked the ‘trip-hop’ genre and lots of alternative rock more.

  I checked my phone for the umpteenth time with disappointment. Sullen, I leaned back and closed my eyes. What did I expect? Carter wasn’t the groveling type. He didn’t chase women. It was the other way around.

  It took us an hour and forty-five minutes to arrive in L.A. A feeling of excitement rushed through me as we exited Sunset Boulevard. The plan was for us to dine at a famous sushi restaurant and go clubbing at the Greystone Manor Nightclub then check-in at the hotel after.

  Lindsey left her car with the valet outside the famed restaurant and I waited as she joined me. “Damn, Linds. I didn’t realize your dress was so revealing!” She just waved her hand carelessly at me.

  Her dress was super tight and had one of those diamond shaped-cut holes in the middle, exposing her belly button. If Cece would have worn this dress, she would’ve looked like a tart, but on Lindsey, it looked amazing; she looked like one of those snobby fashionistas. She carried herself with great certainty and a classy air of which I was jealous. I honestly didn’t think she had any insecurities. I applauded her for that. Sometimes, it rubbed off on me and I loved it!

  The girls were already seated inside the restaurant and it didn’t take long for us to get rowdy. Dinner took about two hours and even Cece was playing nice and being civilized. It was a relief to see the other side of her; her bitchiness was starting to bore the hell out of me.

  By the time we got to the nightclub, we were in high spirits. The club was a celebrity hotspot and the line to get in snaked around the building, but thanks to Amber’s connections, we didn�
�t have to wait in it. Our fake I.D.’s weren’t even checked.

  It was almost midnight and the place was starting to get crowded. We were seated on one of the lounge’s damask covered couches. The club was decorated in a neo-Renaissance theme that had a gothic-like feel. It was like the old and new Hollywood meshing together. The outcome was outstanding; it was stylishly posh and had a decadent atmosphere. I studied the place in wonderment. The décor alone probably cost millions. It was luxurious and sexy. Even the people here were sexy and beautiful. What did I expect? This was Hollywood territory after all.

  There was a commotion on the other side of the room. Trista blushingly whispered that Bass Cole was here. Everyone became excited, even Lindsey. I just shook my head at Cece’s overeager enthusiasm. The poor woman looked like she was hyperventilating. I could just tell what was going through that head of hers.

  Okay, maybe I was a little piqued. Okay. Total lie. I was super psyched! Fucking Bass Cole in the house! Gah!

  Who wouldn’t be? Bass Cole was one of Hollywood’s most sought after movie stars and an everlasting heartthrob. His movie career blew up a couple years ago when he made one of those vampire movies and he’s been a household name ever since. I admit, I saw the movie a few times, but don’t remember much of it. Was he a good actor? I didn’t know. Was the movie any good? No clue either. The only thing that stuck with me was Bass Cole was a hot piece of yummy handsomeness. All blond hair, tanned skin and the most striking blue eyes I’d ever seen were all I could conjure in my head. That about summed it up, I believed. Pathetic, wasn’t it?

  “God, I have to meet him! I love his movies and he’s just so hot!” Cece squealed and started to fan her cheeks furiously.

  Uhm, I was sure she was going to try in earnest to get past all the people around him; good luck with that! Cece loved attention and she would do anything to be in the spotlight. She was, after all, an aspiring actress and she actually had a part as an extra a few times on some TV shows, but nothing major. I once joked that if she auditioned for Playboy, she would be instantly hired. I remembered her murderous glare when I made that statement. I mean, come on! Cece has 34 DD implants so when you spoke to her, all you saw were those big, hard jugs.