Page 18 of Fatal Scheme

“No, I need you alive, if only to teach me what it’s like to be properly fucked,” she admits, that sassy attitude protruding, even when she’s asking for something.

“You little Temptress of Death,” I breathe, kissing along her collarbone, inhaling every delicious moan she lets out, more than ready to hear what other sounds she makes while I teach her exactly how it feels to be sadistically satisfied.

Stealing a glance at Tyson in the driver’s seat, I read his eyes, coming to the conclusion that he must be thinking the same thoughts as me, because the look on his face is pure insanity, the control-freak that lives inside of him begging to be released on the creature in my arms – the girl we’ve chosen to share.

“What happens now?” She asks, climbing off me and resuming her position right between us, but I’ll admit, I already miss her body pressed against mine.

“You’re not going anywhere, Carter, not tonight. I want you to sleep with me, in the most pure fashion,” I propose, and without a single smart remark, she agrees, nodding her head.

“Him too, though,” she says softly, resting her head on Tyson’s shoulder.

“Whatever you want, baby girl,” he says, and I have to conceal my shock because Tyson never has sleepovers with women.

He’s been with a few, if only to fulfill his sadistic tendencies, which usually flame out once he’s broken them down, discarding them like ruined toys he no longer has use for.

My gut instinct was right, though, Carter is different, but in ways I couldn’t have foreseen until the moments we’ve shared.

We need to set boundaries, because although I don’t mind sharing, Carter is the anomaly.

She’s mine, in every sense of the word, and before today, I didn’t realize how close they’d gotten right under my nose.

My possessive side is jumping out, wanting to mark my territory, but I have to tread lightly, because I think that Carter is only along for the ride if we’re both present.

“My bed isn’t big enough,” she yawns, tucking under Tyson’s arm while he drives, and as much as that should bother me, it doesn’t.

Somehow, they got close without my full knowledge, and although she feels comfortable enough to snuggle with him, I’m happy.

A word I don’t think I’ve used in years, but right now, in this truck, with these two people, happiness is the only way I could describe it.

“Mine is, Stellina. You’re more than welcome to stay with us,” he offers, and she smiles up at him, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“If you touch my cock while I sleep … I’ll fucking kill you, Ty,” I laugh, speaking up so that the lovebirds realize I’m not excluding myself, not even at the thought of sword crossing.

“I’ve seen it, Massi. It’s huge, but not enough to sway me to the dark side,” he jokes, and I settle back down, thankful that we’re on the same page, and not fighting over this girl like a rabid pack of dogs.

“Have you guys shared a girl before?” Carter questions, looking between us both, and I sigh, afraid that if we tell her the truth she’ll run, but if we lie, she’ll kill us both in our sleep without a second thought.

“A couple times, yes,” I confess, and she switches her attention back to me, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“Is that whole Eiffel Tower thing real? Like, I’d be at your mercy while you do whatever you please with me?” She questions, a slight tremble in her voice as we pull back into the campus parking lot.

“I promise you, Principessina, you would have us at your feet, begging you for whatever you allow us to do. It may seem like we’re in charge, but we’d do anything you asked, right, Ty?”

“He’s right, baby girl. We’ll go easy on you … at first,” he says, and she visibly relaxes at our words, seemingly trusting us to take care of her.

I’ve never had something that I loved enough to lose, but with Carter, I can already sense that she’s my kryptonite, the one thing I couldn’t bear to live without.

There’s nothing holding me back from becoming hopelessly devoted to the girl next to me, a place I would’ve never guessed I’d end up, but regarding her, everything I’ve done up to this point has been insanely out of character, and I’m welcoming it with open arms.

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.