Page 46 of Fatal Scheme

“Lay down on the bed, Carter. You’re going to give me everything you have, right?”

“Yes, Tyson,” she replies, her chest rising and falling at a heightened pace as he ties the satin black ribbon over her eyes as a blindfold.

Everything feels like it’s moving in slow motion as she climbs into Tyson’s bed, following his direct orders and curling up in the middle like she’s waiting for us to join her.

Her dark hair is splayed across the white sheets, a stark color contrast, but a beautiful sight as she fully submits, and I can feel how much she trusts us from across the room.

Knowing that her innocence is on full display is a magnificent feat, a twisted smile crossing my lips because whatever she thinks is about to happen is so far from it, she’ll be shocked at what her body can withstand by the time Ty is finished with her.

Without another word, he spreads her body out, using the restraints under his mattress to secure her wrists and ankles, effectively trapping her in place for us.

Her breathing instantly speeds up as the thoughts are likely racing through her head, realizing the predicament she got herself into, with nothing else to do but wonder what we’re going to do with her.

My cock throbs in my pants at the sight of her like this, but I’m wise enough to stand back and let the beast that Tyson keeps on a short leash slowly let itself out, until he allows me a turn, too.

This is his playground, and I’m only here to assist, thankful he’s even allowing me to watch the new heights he’s about to take our girl to.

A devil has possessed my best friend, one that rarely ever gets the chance to see the light of day, and as he reaches down for Carter’s knife, I hold my breath in anticipation because for once, I have no idea what’s coming next.

TWENTY-TWO

CARTER

For once, I wasn’t lying.

I’m a mafia princess – a freakin’ duchess – so I know a thing or ten about dads, and how not to speak to them.

I’ve been slapped in the face plenty of times since as early as I could remember, and I’ve come to accept that it’s something girls in my world just deal with.

My smart mouth has always been a problem, even when I was a little girl I’d get shit from teachers about my attitude, but that’s never stopped me or willed me to tone it down.

I am who I am, and these boys fucking worship me for it.

What was new, was the emotional reaction that followed, as if something snapped in my head, and all I wanted was to be comforted.

I’ve never felt like that before, but thankfully, I’ve managed to build a support system with two people I truly trust with my life, so when Tyson suggested a way for me to give up the reins for tonight, to fully put myself into their hands, it was a no-brainer.

I’m ready to give them everything, and if that means they find out my real identity along the way, so be it.

My assignment has shifted since the moment I saw Jasper at the house party, and everything that’s happened has culminated to this particular second, the one where I’m actually putting them above my crown.

Currently, I’m tied to Tyson’s bed, my eyes blinded with a ribbon, heightening all of my other senses as the anticipation begins to eat me alive, while I will them with my mind to make a move, to do something to me, but nothing happens for what feels like forever.

I’m on display for them, at their complete and total mercy, but I’ve never felt more fucking alive, the endless possibilities running through my mind at an alarming pace.

Suddenly, cool metal touches my skin, and I nearly jump at the sensation, the restraints making it impossible for me to move even an inch.

“You know, baby girl, those scars on your back are a reminder of your past, something you’re running away from. I want to leave marks on your skin, ones that’ll never fade, and you’ll never want to leave behind,” Tyson says slowly, his voice deep and husky as he drags the tip of a knife along my curves, leaving thick goosebumps in his wake.

“Mark me. Claim me. Own me,” I whisper, a sharp inhale coming from my lungs as I brace for impact that doesn’t come. “Please, Tyson. Fucking make me belong to you!”

A laugh erupts from the other side of the room as Jasper’s footsteps come closer, his fingers brushing lightly across my skin, and I feel a flutter in my belly while both of their hands explore my body.

“You hear that, Ty? She wants us to own her.”

Without another word, the knife pierces my skin, and I cry out at the sting, it instantly making me feel like I’m covered in flames, but at the same time, soft moans leave my lips, the pain mixing perfectly with the hint of danger.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” I groan, feeling the blood drip down my leg as my hip burns and pulses, my body in defense mode at the intrusion of the blade, but I crave this game of give and take, more than I ever knew was possible.