Page 67 of Fatal Fantasy

“Ty, on her right,” he orders, and my eyes flick to Carter’s, a shimmer in her irises that show she’d be holding back laughter, if it weren’t for the panty gag.

“You think it’s funny to torture me, my little tease? I’m going to show you what torture is. You made my cock painfully hard, for nearly two hours, and I won’t let a single minute of that excruciating pain go unreturned,” he mumbles, dragging a hand to her left breast, barely touching her flesh as she lets out a slow breath.

Soft whimpers fill the room as he manages to brush against her nipple, without using an ounce of pressure, causing it to pebble in response, and goosebumps prickle her skin.

Following his pace, I trail the tips of my fingers along her ribcage, inching lower at a speed that’s slower than a snail, feeling as her body reacts to my every movement.

She’s trapped between us, forced to feel every single thing we’re doing to her, which is only serving to work her up until those sweet cries of desperation leave her chest.

Massi wraps a hand around her throat, placing rough kisses along her collarbone, while I drop my lips to her nipple, sucking it into my mouth as her chest heaves with a sharp inhale.

Letting my free hand trail lower, I brush against her inner thigh, and instinctively, she spreads her legs, but I follow the plans laid out by my brother, not getting anywhere near the place she’s begging to be touched.

Before long, Carter’s barely hanging on by a thread, moaning and groaning from just our touches, grinding her hips into the leather cushion in search of the littlest bit of friction.

Grumbled noises come from her lips, and I step over Massi’s line, desperate to hear the pretty sounds she makes without the gag.

“Yes, baby girl?” I part her lips with my fingers, pushing them to the back of her throat, waiting for her gag reflex to kick in, and when it does, I rub the saliva into the pretty pink smirk painted on her face.

“Please, I need one of you … both of you. Anything,” she whines, a shiver crawling down her spine as she begs for what she wants, a stark contrast to the shy, inexperienced girl she was when we met.

“Both of us, huh my greedy little slut? Are you so desperate for cock that you’ll take us both?” Massi groans, fastening his grip around her throat once more, pulling her until their eyes meet in the middle, both sets of icy irises blacked out with lust.

“I want everything you’ve got, and then some,” she purrs, smirking as she challenges us to do our worst, just like the temptress Massi’s dubbed her to be.

“I don’t think you’re sorry enough, Principessina,” he says, and her body physically deflates, but in the same breath he drops to his knees, spreading her thighs as he marvels up at her from the floor.

“Fuck, baby girl,” I rasp, unable to hold back my commentary as she’s completely soaked the couch, and her core is nothing but a puddle dripping down her legs.

Massi unclasps his belt, and the sound is like music to her ears, the perk in her smile unmissable as she awaits his next move.

We both watch as he removes the gun from his waistband, but Carter’s gaze lingers on the pistol, her eyes following its movements while her breathing intensifies, almost as if the sight is bringing another kink out of her woodworks.

“What’s that, Carter? Does the gun turn you on?” Massi teases, just as clued into her body language as I am, and her cheeks instantly flush bright red with heat.

“So fucking hot, Jasper.” She grinds her hips into the cushion, soft moans leaving her lips and Massi turns to me, a devious fucking grin plastered on his face, but I feel my stomach turn at what I believe is their shared thoughts.

“Don’t lose your fucking marbles, Ty. I’ll be safe,” he starts, looking up at me like a little kid begging to do something dangerous, but when I search for Carter’s gaze, her eyes are so dilated, I’m afraid if I say no, she’ll start to cry.

“Every bullet on the table, including the one in the chamber,” I say, and his eyes roll back into his head for a split second as he rushes to empty the clip, and unload the pistol in record timing.

They’re both so damn difficult, little devils who love to push the lines of sanity each and every day, but I wouldn’t have them any other way.

After all, when Carter is brought to new heights of pleasure, we all reap the benefits, and I’m more than content standing on the sidelines while they chase a specific brand of euphoria that’s unique to them.

THIRTY-SIX

JASPER

Of all the things I’ve done with Carter, all the ladders we’ve climbed together, and all the feats we’ve accomplished alongside each other, I never thought I’d be at the brink of explosion at the chance to fuck her with a gun.

But of course, my little Angel of Death has no fear, and is practically shaking as I carefully remove each and every bullet from the pistol, passing it to Tyson for a final safety check.

Once he nods with approval, I almost levitate at the thought of what I’m about to do to Carter, relishing in this moment as if it were my last.

Slowly, I drop back to my knees, watching as her wetness drips into a puddle on the couch, the lust practically materializing in the air, each breath I take thick with her desire.

“Oh my god,” she breathes, her hands tangling in my hair as she watches my every move through her lashes, the anticipation drawing her closer to the edge with each passing second.