I tighten my grip on his wrists, pressing them down into the mattress above his head. He doesn’t fight it.
He’s already arching beneath me, pushing up against my hold, but there’s no real resistance. Just a dare.
I grit my teeth. “Enlighten me.”
Carson’s smirk is razor-sharp. “She begged me.”
The words are a gut punch.
I knew it. Know it. But hearing him say it out loud makes something in me snap.
She begged him.
Not me.
Carson fucking laughs when he sees the way my jaw tightens, the way my hands clench around his wrists, the way my breath drags in too sharply.
“You should’ve heard her, G,” he murmurs, voice full of sin, full of fucking goading. “So desperate. So sweet. She pleaded for it.” He tilts his head. “Wonder what she’d sound like for you.”
My vision goes black. He’s poking the bear again, and he knows it.
I yank his wrists harder, pressing them into the mattress. His breath catches in his throat.
“You like playing this game with me?” I growl.
Carson grins. “Love it.”
I flip him over before he can say another word, forcing him onto his stomach. He gasps, but it’s breathless, excited. He wants this.
I yank his belt free in one swift motion, looping it around his wrists, securing them behind his back. Then yank his jeans and boxers off before tossing them to the floor.
Carson groans, arching his back, testing the restraint.
“That’s all you got?” he taunts.
I slap his ass, hard enough to leave a mark. He moans, his back arching, his fingers flexing in the belt.
“You’re a fucking brat,” I murmur, dragging my nails down his spine. “You just love pushing me, don’t you?”
Carson’s breath is shaky, but his smirk is still there. “Maybe I do.”
I slap him again, harder this time. “You don’t get to be mouthy right now.”
Carson whimpers. Fucking whimpers.
I slide my fingers over the curve of his ass, ghosting over the tight ring of muscle. He shudders.
“You want me to ruin you, don’t you?” I murmur, pressing my lips against his shoulder.
Carson swallows hard. I drag my mouth down his spine, my fingers sliding lower, teasing him.
He trembles.
I lean in, my voice a dark whisper against his ear. “Let’s see how well you beg.”
CHAPTER 38
Carson
