Page 34 of Fatal Fantasy

Using her strength to channel my own, I’m here doing the very thing that could become my worst nightmare.

“My name is Carter Cassini, and I’m unharmed,” she recites, following Tyson’s script to the letter until he steps in front of the camera, making a grand declaration of random demands.

“Three million dollars for the safe return of your heiress, at a location of our choosing. You have twenty-four hours to respond, or every time you see her, she’ll be at the mercy of a different man. Refuse, and we’ll kill her once she’s all used up.” Tyson stares into the light like a man possessed, a seriousness behind his words that gives me the chills, but Carter plays the role of a hostage perfectly, even pretending to struggle against the restraints.

“That should be enough, baby girl. Come here, you did so good.” Tyson and I rush to her side, making quick work of the knots, rubbing the places of her skin that turned red.

“Oh my god. I can’t … oh my god,” she breathes, tears slipping down her cheeks, and once Ty slices the final rope, I scoop her into my arms, resting her head on my chest.

“We’ve got you, my little warrior. You did amazing, and you never have to do that again, I promise,” I whisper, feeling as her body slowly releases the tension being held in her muscles, and her breathing returns to normal.

“You were in control the entire time. Nobody stole anything from you, held you against your will, or forced you to do what you didn’t want.” Tyson joins me on the floor, snaking her legs over his lap, drawing circles on her skin with his fingers while she absorbs his words, their eye contact never breaking.

“You’re right, I was in control,” she agrees, a certain acceptance entering her mind, and before long, I can feel the life re-enter her body.

“I want to feel powerful again, like I used to. Kiss me,” she asserts, a playful smile crossing her lips, and that’s one order I have no problem following.

“Take charge, Principessina. Kiss me. Do whatever you want with me,” I offer, willingly giving myself up to her on a silver platter to use as she pleases, hoping she finds every ounce of power in the game of control.

Slowly, she sits up and straddles my lap, a sinister smile breaking across her face as she presses a single finger under my chin, forcing me to meet her lips in the middle.

Rather than devour her, I let her set the pace, waiting in delicious anticipation for the moment her tongue finds mine, and feeling the sparks erupt from my body when it finally does.

She starts off gently, exploring my mouth while slowly working her hips against my crotch, and I fight the urge to wrap my hands around her throat, to dominate her kiss with every fiber of my being.

Reaching for my hands, she laces our fingers together while pushing my arms above my head, pinning me in place and leaving me completely at her mercy.

“Tyson, come here and kiss me,” she breathes, breaking our lips apart and immediately searching for him, releasing my hands while she climbs onto his lap.

I’m in awe as I sit back to watch the show, the intimate way she envelops herself into him all while tangling their tongues at a slower pace.

Gentle, soft moans leave her lips, like she’s truly enjoying the feeling of having us in the palm of her hands, but in reality, it’s always been this way.

Whether Tyson was giving commands, or if I were to dictate how things would go, the same thing would be true every single time, and that is the fact that Carter controls our every breath.

We don’t move a muscle unless it benefits her, makes her smile, or brings her down to her knees in pleasure, but I’ll play into her little game, if only to lure the confident little vixen out from her hiding place within the depths of Carter’s mind.

“Oh, babygirl. We’ll have plenty of time to make up for the moments we’ve lost, but for now, we need to send these files.” Tyson gently pulls her off his lap, tapping her ass for good measure while she nods, a satisfied look brewing in her eyes as she reclaims her spot against my chest.

“What do you need from me?”

“An email would be the right place to start, that way I can run the encryption software,” he says, the tech jargon flying over both of our heads, but she provides the contact information we need to get this shit going.

“How long is this supposed to take?” I ask, not really interested in a morning spent staring at Ty while he stares at his laptop.

“An hour or two, why?”

“I have an errand to run. But I’ll be careful,” I rush to say, beating him to the lesson of a lecture before he can take a breath.

“Massi. That is quite literally the worst fucking idea you’ve ever had,” he argues, and although I’m happy to be back with him, this constant state of bickering we’re in is starting to grind my nerves.

“I have an order to pick up. I’ll be in and out, fully protected. I’m not asking for permission, Ty. I’ll be right back.” I stand my ground, not folding under the death glare coming from the opposite end of the room, and finally, he waves me off, turning back to face his laptop.

“Jasper, be careful. I’m nowhere near glued back together enough to kill someone who messes with you.” Carter places a hand on my cheek, gazing up at me with genuine concern painted on her pretty face.

“I’ll be okay, Principessina. I want you to rest while I’m gone. We have mountains to move, and I need you at your very best,” I tell her, gently kissing her nose while a soft moan escapes her lips, the frightened girl from last night nowhere to be seen, at least for now.

Give a fierce, independent, blood-thirsty little devil a mission, and she’ll melt in your arms, right before dropping a lethal strike on her enemies.