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When he flips me over and I glance up at him, I see the unhinged look on his face, and I nearly come apart at the seams. He lifts my legs up over his shoulders and rams into me, filling me to the hilt. My chest tightens, and a gasp falls from my lips. Then he releases my binds, and my hands fall to his back. I rake my fingers over his smooth skin, and Carter hisses. He lifts my arms back up over my head and holds them in a vice-like grip.
I wriggle my hips and link my feet over his torso. “Carter, please.”
“Not yet,” Carter says in a deep and thick voice. “Not yet, dove. We still have a lot to make up for.”
Over and over, he eases out and slams back into me until the tightness in my chest swells and unfurls. Carter lets my legs fall on either side of him and secures my feet around his torso. With a growl, he places one hand on either side of the headboard and eases back out of me. I toss my head to the side and whimper. He chuckles and thrusts back into me with a grunt.
The bed dips and creaks underneath us. I smell Carter on my skin, and I want to bottle it up.
When he changes his pace again, his movements growing more and more frantic, I can’t tell where he begins and I end. I cry out when the force of my orgasm rips through me, leaving me panting and writhing with pleasure. Sweat pours down my back, and the sides of my face as Carter lifts my legs up over my head. He gives me a few more quick thrusts, murmuring my name the entire time.
As soon as his release comes, Carter’s body begins to shake.
Little violent tremors rip through him as he presses his forehead to the headboard and releases a deep breath. Slowly, he eases out of me and collapses onto the mattress next to me. After several deep breaths, my heart is still thudding painfully against my chest. I throw one leg over him and tuck myself into his side.
For a long moment, Carter doesn’t react. Then he drapes an arm over my shoulders and presses a kiss to the side of my head.
The smell of his sweat and sandalwood cologne washes over me as I drift in and out of sleep. Before I drift off, Carter stands up and snaps on a pair of shorts. He presses a kiss to my forehead and mutters something about food. Then the door creaks open, and he disappears into the hallway. I listen for his footsteps down the hall, fighting off sleep till the last second.
When it finally comes, I heave a deep sigh and bury my face against the pillow.
Chapter Ten
Carter
“So, you’re the famous Carter Blackthorne.”
I reach for the gun I have taped underneath Anita’s marble counter and hold it out. “And who the fuck are you?”
A tall figure steps out of the shadows, revealing a pointed nose, a strong jaw, and dark eyes. He is dressed in a custom-made suit, with one hand shoved into his pocket. His dark eyes are moving steadily over me while we size each other up.
I’m trying to determine how long it would take me to reach out to Tristan. Even though he’s across the lawn, he’s too damn far. And I can’t leave Bella and Anita without protection.
Whoever the fuck this guy is, he’s going to have to go through me.
“Put the knife down, Carter.”
“Why should I?”
Anita comes out of the dining room, a bouquet of flowers in her hands. Her smile falls as she glances between the two of us, and her expression tightens. “Carter, put the gun away. Daniel is not a threat.”
I glance between the two of them. “Daniel?”
Anita brushes past him, offering a tight smile on the way past. “You probably wouldn’t remember the last time you saw him.”
I frown and lower the gun. “I’ve never seen this man before in my life.”
Anita sets the flowers down on the counter and unrolls them. Then, she takes out a vase and fills it up with water. “You have, but I guess you were too young to remember. Carter, this is my brother, Daniel.”
“Your brother?”
“I put you in touch with him when you needed help with our problem,” Anita continues. “He’s the head of the Blackthorne branch in Hong Kong.”
“You’re Daniel Blackthorne?”
My father and aunt Anita’s half-brother look nothing at all like I expected, with a lot more salt and pepper in his hair than I’d prefer. But there’s no denying the striking resemblance between him and his sister, and I wonder why I didn’t see it before.
It’s obvious the two of them share a parent, and Grandpa Blackthorne’s genes are strong.
