Page 48 of Carnival Obsession

“Don’t ‘Princess’ me,” she snaps, backing away. “I heard you. You’re involved in some kind of drug dealings, aren’t you?”

I run a hand over my face, trying to find the right words. “It’s complicated. There’s a lot you don’t know about this carnival.”

She shakes her head, tears welling in her eyes. Then she storms away, forcing me to follow her. Her stuff is in the trailer, and that’s exactly where she’s headed.

“Alice, wait!”

She rushes into the trailer and slams the door in my face, but I yank it open before she locks it.

“Alice, please, let me explain?—”

“Explain?” she interrupts, her tone laced with anger and disbelief. “You told me you were an open book this morning, Lars. And now I find out you’re a fucking drug dealer? “This isn’t what I had planned,” she continues, gripping her hair in frustration. “I don’t know how I can live with a man who could get locked up at any time.”

I step closer, my hands outstretched in a desperate attempt to calm her. “Alice, listen to me. We’re leaving tomorrow, and you’re coming with me.” I grasp for her, desperate to keep her by my side. “You’re not leaving, not now, not ever.”

Her eyes dart around, panic flickering in their depths. “You can’t keep me here against my will. I won’t be your prisoner.”

The desperation coursing through my veins surfaces, and I grab her wrists, holding her in place. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. If that means tying you to my fucking bed, so be it.”

A sudden fire ignites in her eyes, and she lunges at me. Her hands connect with my chest, pushing me back, but I quickly regain my balance, a flicker of desire awakening.”

You son of a bitch!” she screams, rage fueling her movements.

A scathing retort rises to my lips, but something shifts. Our proximity, the anger simmering between us—it’s electric. Her breath quickens, mirroring my own, and without warning, she slams her lips against mine.

The kiss is fierce. A moment ago, her fingers were trying to push me away; now, they lace through my hair, yanking me closer. The taste of her lips and the feel of her body against mine erase all rational thought.

I back her against the wall, claiming her mouth again and again. Her hands roam wildly, sending sparks of desire coursing through my body. I tug at her clothes, needing her skin against mine.

It’s chaos. I lift her, pressing her back against the table. Our gazes lock, a silent understanding passing between us.

As I enter her, she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. Full of passion and vigor, her eyes hold mine as our bodies move in perfect sync.

Our breaths quicken until, with one final thrust, she comes apart. Her nails dig into my back, and she bites my shoulder to stifle her cry.

Our hearts pound, bodies glistening in the faint light. I trace my fingers along her collarbone, a feeling of possession coursing through me.

“Mine,” I whisper, claiming her with my gaze.

She doesn’t respond, but her eyes, full of conflict and desire, speak volumes.

I lift her off the table, her legs still wrapped around my waist. Her arms slip around my neck, mouths fused as I carry her toward the bed.

Dropping her onto the mattress, I crawl on top of her, our gazes locked.

My hands explore her body, mapping every curve, memorizing every inch of her skin. She gasps as my fingers trail down her body, reaching between her legs.

“You’re so wet for me, princess.” My voice is deep, laced with satisfaction.

I nip at her neck, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin as my fingers delve deeper, stroking her core. Her hips buck against my hand, a silent plea for more.

I chuckle darkly, my breath hot against her ear. “So eager, aren’t you?”

She whimpers as I thrust my fingers inside her. I enjoy hearing her moans.

But I want more. I want to hear her scream my name.

I withdraw my fingers, lining my cock against her entrance. With one smooth thrust, I fill her, our groans mixing in the confined space.

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