We pull up outside the hotel and I’m attacked by my conscience screaming at me that this isn’t right. “Are you sure about this?” The worry in my voice is clear.
“What part of this would you be referring to?”
“All of it? Staying at the hotel, still in Miami. Not running, me?” I can’t help the doubt that’s plaguing my thoughts. “There are so many reasons not to—”
The heat of his lips sears against mine, and the questions that seemed so consuming, so important, melt. His tongue sweeps my lips open, and he claims me in a way I’ve never felt. Like I’m open to him, and only him. I fall deeper into the kiss, following his lead, and lose all sense of self.
“Now.” He pauses, resting his forehead against mine. “I don’t want any space in that pretty head of yours for questions. I’m not fooling around," he continues, jumping out of the car to come around to my side. His hand reaches for me, fingers pulling me close and tight to his chest. "You have until we reach the penthouse to get your head on straight, and then, Fia, you’re mine.”.
If I’m not careful, my constant checking is going to give him whiplash. After seeing him kill several people, I know he can handle himself. I just need to trust that he knows what he’s doing when it comes to me. And pray my dad sees sense.
We take the elevator up and for every second—every heartbeat—I count my breaths. My head focuses on something regular and normal so I don’t get lost in the possibility of what will happen when we walk through that door.
You're mine.
What does that mean when uttered by a man like Carter Wade? Nerves claw over my body and stir my breathing into action. My counting becomes faster, and the pattern changes. My mind drifts to the anatomical details of breathing. The oxygen filling the lungs, travelling along down to the bronchial tubes and ending in the alveoli before passing into the bloodstream. My bloodstream that is only rising in temperature every time I take another breath.
All because of my body’s reaction to this man. The only time my body’s ever reacted to anyone, but oh, man, he sure lights me up.
“Carter? I ask, although it’s more of a squeak than the start of a confident question.
“Yeah?” His hands are in his pockets as if he’s keeping them occupied—away from me.
“Why did you lock your door last time we were here?” My heart stops as if every part of me is waiting on his response, waiting for him to tell me what was wrong with me.
“Fia.”
It’s a warning. I can tell by the tone. It’s the same one I’ve heard countless times, incinerating my confidence. “It’s fine. You don’t need to—”
“Because I didn’t trust myself. Or you. I couldn’t make it that easy.”
“Easy?”
“I would have happily walked into your room and fucked you.”
“But you didn’t.” I know this, but for some reason I need to hear him tell me.
“No. And you don’t know how hard it was to sit in that lounge all night and not go into your room.”
“Lounge?”
“Yeah. All night. Watching and waiting for Chelico to come again.”
Oh. I didn’t know that. I look up at him through my lashes, suddenly even more attracted to my saviour, if that’s possible.
“And yet you didn’t walk into my room because?” I look up at him and wait, as if the answer to this will solve all of our problems.
“Because you are all kinds of trouble for me. I knew it from the moment I walked into Quinn’s office.” He steps towards me, and I notice we’ve stopped moving up. “You couldn’t keep your mouth shut when I asked you to. That was trouble.” Another step closer. “Having to rescue you from Chelico before he did any further damage—trouble.” His eyes dip to my chest. “And you certainly caused me trouble when you were rubbing that precious pussy all over my junk to get yourself off. My bet, that was the first time you’ve orgasmed without bringing yourself off.”
The breathing I’m so focused on threatens to fail me as if Carter has reached inside my chest and now holds my heart in his hand, controlling each beat and every breath I take.
“And look at you now, all doe-eyed and sexy as sin, begging me to do everything I want to you. Flying across the country so I can get my hands on you again. Trouble. You are off limits. Forbidden. Untouchable.”
“I’m none of those things.” I defend myself, desperate for him to go back to the comment about being sexy.
“Oh, Sofia Vico, you are every one of those things and more.” He leans in, and my eyes flutter closed in anticipation of a kiss that will lead to much, much more. But nothing comes.
I open my eyes and see Carter’s back, striding out into the apartment. He heads straight for the room he stayed in when we were here before, but this time he leaves the door open. My steps are small but move me closer to the threshold. The line that I wanted so desperately to cross when I was here last time.
The view of Carter’s back is enticing. He hasn’t turned around, but as he starts to take his jacket off, I watch until it hits the floor, and then my feet shuffle forward again. Before I know it, I’m standing inside his room and waiting for him to turn around or notice me. Somehow, I know that he knows exactly where I am.
“Shut the door, Fia.” The deep tone of his voice sends a chill down my spine.
“Why?” I ask. “There’s nobody else here.”
“No. But when I let myself off this leash, I'm getting up inside you so hard you're gonna need the door for support.”
My mouth goes dry at the thought of Carter attacking me. Butterflies assault my stomach, and lust pours into my bloodstream.
“Fia. Door.”
I jump and shut the door before turning back just in time.
Carter crashes into me, pushing me back against the wood. His hands cradle my head as he seizes me in a kiss that burns my lips and ignites a need inside of me I never knew was within me.
Two seconds turn into I don’t know how long because the only thing I can process is him. My own hands seek his body, wrapping around his shoulders and back. My trailing fingers absorb every muscle as I fight to pull him closer. The next thing I know, we’re grappling at each other, my hands rushing to touch his skin. His fingers tear into my clothing, stripping me while we still stand. That only heats me up further, and although I’m under his scrutiny, I don’t care what he sees because I can feel how hard he is. The tension in his muscles is for me. The power in his body is for me. And I want to feel it all.
His arms move down my body, and he grabs my ass, picking me up as if I weigh nothing at all. He turns and walks to the bed, throwing me onto it before gazing down at me. He isn’t rushed. He casually looks down at me as if he’s about to enjoy every moment he has. Heat flushes my skin, but I hold my nerve and keep focused on Carter.
“You are going to be such a sweet treat, Fia. Are you going to let me taste just how good?”
My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, stopping me from talking, so my head just nods in agreement. I’m pretty sure he could ask me to do anything right now and I’d do it.
“I want to see all of your skin. Everything, Fia.”
His voice commands me so easily I remove the last shreds of my clothes until I’m naked under his eyes. I refuse to cover my bandages with my arm. Carter knows what happened to me.
“What about you?” The breathy edge to my voice disguises my nerves.
He sets his arms to the side, welcoming me to him, but before my fingers reach his belt, he clasps my hands. With hunger in his eyes, he runs a finger over the marks scratched into my skin but hidden from view. He picks at the corner and lifts one of the bandages, pulling it from my skin. He continues without a word until he’s uncovered all of the marks.
“Don’t worry. Yours won’t be like mine.” He pulls his shirt from his body and reveals how far his scar travels down, answering my unspoken question from the first time we met. The cut runs down his throat and ends at the centre of his chest. It’s wi
de and jagged and stands out against the rest of his perfect body, but somehow it only makes him look hotter.
I don’t want us to spend any more time looking at our scars. They are part of who we are now. A common bond. With a surge of confidence, I kneel up and grab for his belt. The rigid length of him strains in his pants, and my fingers skip over him to work the belt and button free.
“Fia, if you want to play, hurry the fuck up.”
“Sorry.” I shove the pants down, and I’m confronted with his cock, pointing towards me. The small gasp I take isn’t intentional, but the thought of all of him—how big he is—going inside of me is enough to stop anyone in their tracks.
“Easy now. I have plans for you, but if you’d like to get acquainted?”
I lift my eyes from his cock, revelling in the hard muscles sculpting his chest and stomach, a long white scar running up his body towards his neck. I look at it, tracing the jagged line. I'm almost mesmerised until I feel his hand gentle on my head to focus me back where I was. I don’t know what he wants me to do, though. I lean forward and run my lips to the head of his cock nervously, then lick him a little as his hand threads into my hair to hold me close. The slight shift in his breathing is immediate, making me think I must be doing something right until he pulls me away.
“Later,” he murmurs, lowering himself to the bed.
He crawls over me, his lips leading the way and blazing a path to mine. He’s everywhere suddenly, and my body sings in the wake of his touches and kisses. They cover every inch of my skin, focusing on my lips and nipples, and purposefully going nowhere close to where the pressure is building beyond distraction. I scissor my legs in frustration as his hands close around my wrists, pinning me in place.
“Easy, Fia. We’ll get to the good stuff soon enough. Enjoy this first. You won’t know what's hit you when I get inside you.”
“Promises, Carter. Promises.” I don’t know where my confident little response comes from, but the nerves and apprehension of what might be are fast being replaced by an intensity and focus of feeling that makes me want to explode.
His fingers slip between my legs, seemingly happy to take on my challenge, and the moment his finger grazes my flesh I want to buck off the bed. I pant, unable to describe the feeling or know how to deal with it. It's intense. Sharp yet soothing, and his other hand still gripping around my wrist just makes the pressure intensify.
My thrashing continues, but then Carter takes his finger away, the exact opposite of what I want him to do.
“You gonna come all over my hand?” he asks, teasing his way across my thigh. I nod, unable to speak. I will if he puts his fingers back on me rather than…
Pressure and a twinge of discomfort at my core has me tensing. My eyes look up to Carter who's studying me closely.
“Two fingers," he says, a lust filled gaze on his face.
My breath hitches a little as he pulls them out, then pushes them back in. This time, it’s more pleasurable and sends a rush of heat over me. It builds and builds with every thrust of his hand, taking me to that place, that release I’m craving.
“Please, Carter.”
“I like you begging, Fia. Remember that.”
“Please, make me ...” The word sticks in my throat, embarrassment dousing me. His fingers stop and with them, the pleasure chasing me to release.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want to come. Please.”
“With what, Fia?” he asks, building his rhythm again. “My fingers? Tongue?”
I don't care. I just want to come. Need to. My eyes roll as the feeling begins to wash over me again, my legs turning to jelly and my body instinctively riding against his hand. “Or do you want my dick inside you?”
He doesn’t stop pushing in and out of me while he waits for me to answer, making my brain short-circuit. His question drifts away, and I go back to enjoying the touch of him over my body as I lie back and enjoy the attention.
“Fia… which one?”
“All of them. I’ve never been with anyone, and I don't… can't…” Breathe. I can't breathe through the intensity let alone talk. And then he does something, his fingers curling differently, and it rubs a spot inside me that sends sparks darting around every part of my body. My breath catches, every muscle going into spasm as if I can't move, and I explode in pleasure. My body bucks, liquid heat infuses my veins, and I’m hit with a high that’s addictive.
“That’s one,” he murmurs.
My eyes drift shut, lingering in the sensation, until the scrape of Carter’s chin on the inside of my thigh has me leaning up to watch him. His eyes meet mine over the landscape of my body, already a slight sheen of sweat covering it, and I marvel at him between my thighs. He's so handsome. Strong. And yet here, now, he's so tender against my flesh.
Gentle even.
As the nerves begin to awaken, he sweeps his tongue through my folds, sending the nerves that are on high alert spiralling around my body. “Oh God, Carter.” My head hits the pillow, and my nails dig into the bed to keep me still.
He licks me again, the tip of his tongue tasting me so slowly I risk raising my hips a fraction. It’s all the encouragement he needs, and he begins to lap at me, making sure to graze my clit on each stroke. Each time he presses harder with his tongue and that now familiar coiling sensation in my belly starts again. My toes tingle and the muscles in my legs fire in a rush of heat that blazes through me before I know what's happening. I squirm, searching for another lap of his tongue. One more, and another. “Carter!”
His fingers grip my hips rigidly, pulling me closer to his mouth as he licks each pulse of my orgasm from me. It hurts, his fingers digging into my flesh and the power of the climax. But I don’t care. It's perfect and his strength holding me close is everything I need to feel safe.
“Two. You’re going to be nice and wet when I slide my dick inside of that tight pussy.”
I lift my head weakly, suddenly aware that this is really going to happen. His words alone make my body want to come all over again, but the thought that he's going to be inside me, with the size of him, makes me stumble over my thoughts.
“Carter, I think I might need a minute to…”
The sound of a packet tearing makes me look at his hands rather than his eyes, and I watch, fascinated, as he rolls a condom over his long cock.
“Third time. I get to come this time.” He moves forward, slowly lying his weight across me and moving my legs wider. “Tilt those hips up to me.”
I do as I’m told and he pushes the tip inside of me, slowly and steadily entering. I gasp a little at the sensation. So wide, so… I don't know. “You okay?” he whispers. I nod, not knowing if I am or not, but the pressure builds and feels tight, and then it goes past just tight and I worry he’s going to hurt me. My mouth opens to tell him to stop, but he cancels it with a kiss that is all about him and what he’s doing to my body—possessing me.
Once again, his hands trail to my arms, and he holds me in place as he keeps pushing deeper inside of me. It’s overwhelming, and I struggle to pull in the air I need with the pain that flashes through me. Carter pauses and groans, then pulls out before shoving back in more forcibly. Just like with his fingers, it gets better each time he moves until I can’t think of anything else but Carter. He’s all I feel, all I can see, all I taste.
This time, the spiralling, building sensation is greater. I moan with the sheer pleasure, my breath stolen with the intimacy. It overtakes everything in my body and wipes my thoughts. My breathing is short as if I’m chasing towards something, suddenly desperate to reach the point where my body shatters at his hands.
“Please, yes! Yes… more.”
My hands grasp at air, desperate to cling onto something in the middle of this, but there's nothing there to hold. As if sensing my need, his palms move further past my wrists, finally threading into my fingers as he grunts and speeds up his hips. It's everything. Everything I thought it would be, hoped for. His power. The fe
eling of him over me and in me. Oh God.
The pulse explodes at my core at the same time as he stills. All the sensations rush through me, leaving my muscles weak, tired, and completely sated.
I’ve just had sex with Carter Wade.
Seventeen
Pretty as fuck, hair fanning out all over the sheets and limbs draped all over me. I stare at her face, watching her quiet breaths ease in and out as she sleeps. She’s so pretty. Too pretty for me. I couldn't stop looking at her features last night, watching the way they changed for me—the moans and whimpers, the pleas coming from her mouth.
I don’t know what time it is, but I guess morning sometime. There’s light seeping in under the door, part illuminating her in this dark room. Soft eyes, skin like fucking silk. My hand draws the sheets away from her shoulders, pulling it downwards to reveal her neck and back, and I smile at the length of it leading down to that sweet as fuck ass. I’m getting my dick in that sometime. Breaking a new kind of virginity. Not that virginity seems to have made any goddamn difference to her ability to fuck.
Jesus.
The images still circulating in my mind from last night make me grab hold of my dick to ease it of the ache, running the length of it as I watch her. Her lips around me. My mouth on her, lapping up all that blood I’d caused until the sharp tang of metal felt like part of me. Fuck that was sweet. My blood, that’s what it was. Mine. Taken by me. Something about that makes what happened last night more relevant to me than any other fuck has ever been.
My eyes graze over the white sheets I’ve pushed down, looking at the dark red stains smeared over them as I rub my dick a few times. Hot as fuck. I should roll over now and get up inside her again, wake her up in style. Watch that mouth part again when I ease inside her. My head bangs back on the bed. Condoms. Fucking things. We’ll need more of those.
Damn glad I had a few in my wallet, though.
I chuckle quietly and roll out of the bed to grab at my pants before I do something I shouldn’t. Fucking is one thing; doing it without rubber covering my dick is another. Damn, I want to, though. Don’t think I’ve ever wanted in a woman without a fucking barrier more than I do now. Christ knows what brought me back to remembering that I needed to put one on me.
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