I force myself to step back, inhaling through my nose, ignoring the way he’s fucking looking at me as if he wants me to throw him against the nearest surface and make him feel it.
“Let’s go,” I growl again.
Carson’s grin is pure sin, his voice playful, but with an edge of something darker beneath it.
“Yes, sir.”
And I swear to god—I’m going to ruin him.
I don’t say a fuckingword to Carson as we step into our house. I don’t need to.
The door clicks shut behind me, and I flick the lock into place with a slow, deliberate motion.
Carson watches.
Of course he fucking does.
He’s standing in the middle of the living room, that shit-eating smirk still teasing at his lips, his hazel eyes flicking over me, anticipation in his gaze.
He knows what he’s doing.
Knows exactly how to push me past the edge.
And fuck, I’ve been fighting it all night. Fighting everything. The heat burning through me, the jealousy gnawing at my gut, the need coiling so tight inside me I feel like I might fucking snap.
He wants me to snap.
And I’m done playing nice.
I stalk toward him, my fingers flexing at my sides. His smirk grows, his pupils dilating, his breath hitching just enough that my cock throbs in my jeans.
Fucking brat.
My hand fists in his shirt, yanking him flush against me. He lets out a soft, choked noise—fuck—his body already submitting, already melting against me in a way that makes my vision darken with need.
I drag my lips close to his ear, my voice low. Dangerous.
“On your knees.”
A shudder runs through him. I feel it.
But he still has the audacity to chuckle. “You gonna say please, G?”
I yank his shirt up, over his head, and off of him before he can blink. “I don’t beg,” I murmur against his throat. “You do.”
His breath stutters. His lashes flicker.
But he doesn’t hesitate.
Carson drops.
He sinks to his knees in front of me, hands braced on his thighs, eyes locked on me as if I’m the only thing that exists.
And fuck—that does something to me.
My hands go to my belt, flicking it open, yanking it free,dropping it to the floor. I undo my jeans, drag down my zipper, and my cock is aching when I pull it free.
He licks his lips, pupils blown. He tilts his head back, mouth parting, waiting.
