Page 53 of Carnival Obsession

“Oh, fuck,” I cry out as the pleasure builds inside me. “I’m gonna?—”

“Come for me, baby,” Lars growls, his voice thick with his desire. “Make that pussy squirt while my cock is deep in your ass.”

His demand sends me over the edge, and I cry out, my body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure wash over me. And I do squirt, my arousal hitting his shirt and making a mess.

Lars follows soon after, his grip tightening on my hips as he buries himself deep inside me and floods my ass with his cum.

We’re both breathing heavily, our bodies pressed together, my ass still impaled on his cock. I feel deliciously filled, the sensation of his warmth inside me sending shivers down my spine.

Lars kisses me, his lips soft against mine. “You look so pretty taking my dick,” he murmurs. “I can’t get enough of seeing my cock disappear inside that beautiful ass.”

I bite my lip, a flush spreading across my chest and face. “It’s all yours,” I whisper, still riding the waves of my orgasm. “Do whatever you want with me.”

He pulls out of me slowly, his cum dripping from my ass. The loss of his hardness leaves me feeling empty and wanting more. I whimper softly, my body aching for another round of his powerful thrusts.

“Eager for more, princess?” he asks, his thumb brushing my clit and making me jolt. “My dirty little slut wants more of my cock?”

I nod, unable to find my voice as I’m overwhelmed by desire.

A smile stretches across his face, and he steps back, holding his hand out to me. “Then get up, and let’s go. You can ride my cock all night if that’s what you want.”

“But—”

He cuts me off, his eyes flashing with a warning. “I know just the place.”

He leads me away from his parked motorcycle and into the forest. And I wonder where we’re going, but I don’t question him. Because this man has shown me what living really is, and I trust him with all my heart, even if he is a criminal. He’s mine.

27

LARS

Igrip Alice’s wrist and yank her behind a large oak, pressing her back against the rough bark. My other hand clamps over her mouth. “Don’t make a fucking sound,” I whisper.

Alice’s eyes widen with confusion, but she nods slowly. I peek around the tree, my heart pounding as I spot Carlo and his goons stalking through the woods, heading straight for the carnival. Fuck. This is bad.

I pull out my phone and quickly type out a group text to Nash, Colt, Ty, Phoenix, and Remy:

Carlo’s crew is incoming from the west side of the forest. Heavily armed. Get your asses here now.

The responses come in rapid succession, each confirming they’re on their way, locked and loaded. I curse under my breath, realizing the severity of the situation I’ve dragged Alice into. She’s not ready for this, for the violence and bloodshed that’s about to go down.

I turn back to her, my hand still firmly over her mouth. “Listen to me carefully, princess,” I say, my voice urgent. “Things are about to get real fucking ugly. I need you to stay hidden, no matter what happens. Understand?”

Alice nods, her eyes filled with terror. And yet, there’s also trust in the man who brought her into this mess. I lean in and kiss her forehead hard before releasing her mouth.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my voice cracking with emotion. “I never meant for you to get caught up in this shit.”

Alice reaches up and cups my cheek, her touch soft and reassuring. “I’m with you, Lars,” she says, her voice barely audible. “No matter what.”

I close my eyes momentarily, letting her words wash over me. She’s mine, truly mine, even in the face of danger. But now’s not the time for sentiment. I have to focus on keeping her safe and ending this war before it begins.

I take a deep breath and steel myself for the fight to come. Carlo and his men have no idea what’s about to hit them.

I grip Alice’s shoulders, eyes boring into hers with fierce intensity. “You stay right fucking here, you hear me? Don’t move a goddamn muscle until I come back for you.”

Her bottom lip trembles slightly. I can see the fear in her eyes, but a steely determination there makes my heart swell with pride. My girl’s a fighter.

I press a quick, hard kiss to her lips before pulling away. “I mean it, princess. Stay put. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

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