Page 33 of Bloodstained Wings
“I know,” I sigh, a bit fearful of the belt that casually strokes my lower back. “I’m just tired and worn out, Carter. It’s been a bit hectic lately. I need a break.”
“I understand,” he sighs, his free hand tucking my hair back behind my ears. “Are you ready?”
He lifts the belt, waiting for my permission. I act quick, undoing his zipper and freeing the erection I know is there. He growls, his fist in my hair as though to pull me back, but it’s too late. I run my tongue under the length of his shaft before swallowing his girth into my throat.
I nearly choke on the feeling, and it turns him on more. His fist in my hair loosens to the point of guiding my cheek to take the brunt of his throbbing cock, pushing me as deep, or as shallow, as he sees fit. His growl is enough to know that I’ve distracted him well enough, but it doesn’t last long.
He throws the folded belt out, landing a stinging slap against the top of my ass. I choke, more in shock than in pain, gagging against the tip of his dick and feeling him fight back the urge to shoot his sweet cum down the back of my throat.
“Goddammit, dove,” he whimpers, thrusting slightly as he fills my lips with every inch he was blessed with. “You’re trying to get out of punishment. I’m just mad that it’s working.”
I release him from my lips long enough to catch a breath, his hand finding my throat and lifting my face to his. He makes out with my tongue, tasting the corners of my mouth while I lose track of his hand wielding that evil belt.
It cracks through the air, whipping my ass again and making me whine into his mouth.
His smile deepens while he releases my chin, watching me scatter to get back to his daunting erection. I take him in both hands, working the base with the precum that covers my mouth again. He drops the belt at last, using both hands to hold my head in his grasp so he can thrust appropriately into my throat.
“Damn,” he growls. “You’re fucking perfect.”
It’s not long before I feel him twitch and come, tasting it as it settles on my tongue. He yanks his hips back, pulling my bottom lip down enough to see the product of his relief still settled on my teeth and tongue. Shaking his head, he redoes the zipper on his pants.
“That was a good move, dove,” he whispers, speaking directly into the frame of my ear. “But I still owe you a real punishment. Looks like we’ll have to do it while shopping later.”
A pit builds in my gut. “Oh, no.”
“Yes,” he says with a grin. “Lay down and get some rest. You’ll need it for when we go shopping.”
I crawl into bed, feeling his lips press against my forehead. My body is exhausted, and I consider sleeping, but hearing him start the shower nearby just makes me miss him more. He has the door shut, and I hate that there’s so much unsettled between us right now.
Eventually, I climb out of bed and lean on the door, opening it slowly. I expected to see him in the shower, where he would convince me to join him. Instead, I watch Carter lean against the countertop by the sink, his body bent forward while he’s stark naked, his arms folded around his face. I recognize the position well.
He’s deep in thought, too much to move or react. His eyes are shut, his breathing shallow, as he fights through the demons in his mind while refusing to stand up straight again.
I dare to leave, catching a glimpse of his phone on the edge of the counter. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself. While he’s going through his many thoughts, I take his phone and shut the door as softly as I had opened it.
I consider putting it back the moment it’s in my hands. I’m tempted to forget about it, to simply trust the man who says he loves me, but my nerves are shot through after this entire ordeal. We have too many enemies closing in, ones that might be worse than Jacob and William combined.
If he doesn’t let me in, we will fall together.
I open up his phone, coming to the screen where Tristan and Carter have been texting religiously over the last twelve hours. Scrolling up a little, I start from the point where Carter left work, even though he wasn’t there for more than a handful of hours to begin with.
Tristan starts the conversation:
Did you find out what you’re going to do about Lilian? What are you going to tell Isabella?
My heart already aches. Carter is pretending she’s not an issue, but she apparently is if Tristan knows about her, too. Now I wonder what else Tristan knows that I don’t.
I’m going to end things soon. Don’t worry about that.
I hope you make it fast. Don’t hurt her too badly.
It’ll be quick, but I won’t let her stand in my way anymore. She’s nothing to me, brother.
If you say so. Just be careful. Isabella will be upset if she finds out before you say anything to her.
I slowly wipe my rising tears away, feeling warm pain spread throughout my chest.
Carter’s going to break up with me, or in his words,end it, and it’s all for this stupid woman I hardly know anything about. I set his phone down on the nightstand and lay in bed with my back to the bathroom. I hold my stomach and hug myself, praying not to throw up in utter shame and guilt. Instead, I press my tear-soaked face into the pillow and hope to fall asleep fast.