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“Oh fuck,” he growled.
There was no more hesitancy. No more doubt. She wanted him to feel all the ways he made her feel good. Her hips bucked with each one of his thrusts. She clenched around his cock, gripping it with all her energy. He felt so amazing. So satisfying. So fulfilling.
The pace quickened as they melted into each other. His body grinding into hers. She clasped his hands, feeling the weight of his chest rubbing over her sensitive nipples. It was all too much, too fast. There was another orgasm on the edge, ready to crash and burn through her blood. She thought she could build up a resistance, but there was no such thing where Carter was concerned. It was as if his body was made to give her this. To show her carnal desire. To set her skin on fire. To torch the place between her legs no other man had ever known.
He panted in her ear. “I meant it. All night. Like this.”
She nodded, but knew the walls were crumbling. The barrier was gone. The orgasm ripped through her as she screamed Carter’s name to the ceiling. Like rapids, it rushed through her veins, spreading white hot heat.
She wanted it to last. She wanted to hold on to every shred of joy his cock pumped into her. The way her body fit with his. How she felt safe and protected in his arms. Worshipped in a way no man had dared before.
She felt the dew on her skin and the heat radiating from his chest. Just when she thought she was spent and all her energy was gone, she heard the deep stirring in his breath. He was on the edge.
She looked in his eyes, wishing she could see all the mesmerizing shades of blue. His thrusts grew more powerful. More urgent. More pleasurable. He hit deep inside her walls.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he stiffened. Then one. Two. Three more pumps and he collapsed sweaty and out of breath.
Her eyes closed. The only sound in the room was the racing beat of their hearts.
“I’m falling in love with you,” he said as he laid down next to her.
Scarlett knew it was a big step for him. She let his words fill her heart as he filled her body, and then she was lost in a vast ocean of love and desire, drowning in her own satisfaction.
“I have to be honest with you.”
Scarlett turned her naked body so she could look into Carter’s blue eyes. “Okay.”
“I am worried how you’ll feel after I’ve completely destroyed your father.”
“He might get the money for the house.” It seemed unlikely, since she had no clue how her father would accomplish such a miracle. “After he pays you what he owes you, your business is finished. I’m not going to hold a business deal against you.”
He shook his head. “It’s more than business, Scarlett. My dealings with Terini are very personal, and I won’t be satisfied until I’ve seen him reduced to the lowest point a man can reach.”
“But why?” She needed to know the truth. Why Carter’s family hated him so much.
“It’s not for you to know,” he said simply. “You must understand that I will do my best to ruin your father, and there’s nothing you can do to change that. I won’t let anything interfere with my revenge, not even my growing feelings for you.”
“What if I don’t accept that?” asked Scarlett, raising her head proudly.
“There can be no future for us,” Carter answered baldly, but there was sorrow in his eyes.
Feeling pressured, Scarlett slid from the bed, taking the sheet with her. “I don’t know if I can stand by and watch you tear my father down. I love you, but unless I can understand this unreasonable hatred you harbor for him, I don’t see how I can condone it.”
“It’s not unreasonable.”
“Then please tell me why you hate him,” Scarlett begged, holding her clasped hands in front of her, momentarily forgetting the sheet as it pooled on the floor.
“It will serve no purpose for you to know.”
“I need time,” she whispered, turning away from him after retrieving the sheet.
“Of course,” he agreed distantly. Rising from the bed and grabbing his clothes he said, “I’ll leave you to think.”
Scarlett watched him go without speaking again. After the door closed behind him, she dropped the sheet and slid on a white terry cloth robe before dropping on the bed.
He was asking the impossible of her. How could he expect her to stand by and watch him destroy her father, while still loving him? How could he be so cruel to her as to pursue his campaign of revenge even though he knew how it would hurt her? Why was it so damned important to him? What terrible deed could her father have possibly done to warrant such anger and hatred?
Her thoughts was interrupted by another knock at her door, a knock too quiet to be Carter. “Come in,” she said wearily, and was surprised to see Lydia standing in her doorway, clutching a file to her chest. “What do you want?” she asked, puzzled.
