Page 20 of Fatal Scheme

The woman of steel has a sense of humor, and she knows how to laugh – genuinely, not just because of her sarcastic mouth – and I swear, I’m nothing but a man, desperate to keep this girl happier than she’s ever been in her entire life.

“Jasper, I’m not ticklish, so don’t even try it,” she says, grinding her hips against his crotch, and he digs his fingers into her side, but she doesn’t budge. “I told you so.”

She dips down, pressing her lips to his, his hands instantly tangling in her curls, holding her in place while they make out like two horny teenagers.

There’s nothing sexier than watching Carter submit to her desires, to watch as her body reacts to the pleasure she’s feeling, and right now, her soft moans are filling the room like a symphony.

“Tyson” she rasps, calling out for me, and I tug at her hair, pulling her head until it’s against my chest, and she’s looking up into my eyes.

“Yes, baby girl?”

“I want you both,” she begs, her voice shaking as she speaks her desires aloud, and I don’t dare disobey a plea like that.

“Kiss him again,” I order, and she blinks slowly, her eyes fluttering shut as she debates whether or not to comply.

Taming brats is one of my guilty pleasures, but right now, I have a feeling Carter’s too wrapped up in the idea of pleasure to resist.

Without another moment of hesitation, she nods, even with my fist around her hair, and I release her, watching as she tangles her lips with Massi’s.

He moans around her, reaching his hand up her shirt, and she tips her head back as he plays with her tits.

“Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect, my little temptress of death. Are you going to kill me, Carter?” He asks, lifting her top off until she’s only in a lacy black bra, in true Carter fashion.

“Mmm, only if you say please, Jasper,” she moans, grinding her hips right over the bulge coming from his jeans.

At the same time, they both look to me, waiting for their next command, and I feel the blood rush straight to my cock.

The thrill of dominating them both, while I watch them act out my commands, is arguably the most heavenly brand of sin I’ve ever indulged in.

Carter is a magnificent creature of nature, like a gift given to us in spite of all the shit we’ve done, the lives we’ve taken in our short time on this Earth.

The three of us were brought together for a reason, maybe to repent, to absolve ourselves of the crimes we’ve committed, or there’s a strong possibility that she’s been sent to us by the universe, to fight alongside us in our war.

No matter the reason, I’ll never stop thanking Jesus Christ himself for the blessing of many, many lifetimes.

ELEVEN

CARTER

I’m a rebel at heart, the only person I ever listen to being my dad, and when I was younger, I acted out against authority every chance I had.

But when Tyson stands at the center of the room, his hard-on pressing through his sweats and a watchful eye on Jasper and I, all I want to do is please him.

If he likes to be in control, to give out the orders, I’m completely willing to submit to him, even if it’s just to hear him call me good girl again.

I’ve never been called that in my life, usually people use much more vulgar words to describe me, and it warmed something inside me that was previously closed off, frozen, and uninhabitable up until this moment.

Like our bodies are in sync, Jasper and I both look up at Tyson, awaiting his next command with bated breath.

I’ve thrown my morals out the window, ready to be tested in every sense of the word, wondering just how far my limits go, as they’ve never even been pushed.

These two men give me exactly that, and I’ve made peace with the fact that when the sun rises tomorrow I’ll have slept with two men, likely at the same fucking time.

“Did that idiot you fucked eat your pussy, Stellina?” Tyson asks, kicking off his shoes, ripping the shirt off his body, and sliding into the bed, taking up the empty space beside us.

He’s just as ripped as Jasper, but without the tattoos, and I marvel at his pecs, abs, and tree trunk sized arms.

“Uh, no. I’ve never … never done that,” I confess, my cheeks burning bright red as I clue them in to just how inexperienced I am.