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I didn’t answer, continuing up the stairs with him close behind. I hadn’t realized I went straight to his bedroom out of habit, lost in thought until he shut the door behind us.
“Em, what’s wrong?” he asked again.
“Nothing.” I bent, pulling off my socks and chucking them at the dirty clothes pile by the door.
“Somethin’ is.” This conversation was giving me deja vu.
“Nothing fucking is. Would you drop it?!” I snapped. With the flash of hurt and confusion on his face, I instantly regretted it, blowing out a breath. “I’m sorry,” I breathed. “I?—”
“Take your fuckin’ clothes off and lay back on the bed right the fuck now,” he growled. I gulped, my body responding to his gruff voice and deep accent. It was like splashing gasoline on a fire. I moved quickly, getting naked and then going to the bed.
Apparently, I wasn’t quick enough. Carter grabbed me by my neck, picking me up and pushing me down on the sheets. He hovered a moment, his nose brushing mine.
“Do I have your attention, Emogen?”
“Y-yes.”
“Say it right.”
“Yes, S-sir.”
“Good girl. You’re gonna tell me what’s wrong and as a reward, I’m gonna eat your pussy ‘til you’re shakin’. Got it? Good. Now then, what the hell is wrong? And do not say nothin’ again or I’m gonna edge you ‘til you can’t take it.”
“Cassie.”
“Cassie?” I nodded. “What’d she do?”
“It’s not what she did, but said.” After I blew a breath out, I told him everything that happened between her and me.
“Do youwantus to be a thing, Emogen?” he asked. He had pulled back some, angled just above me still. His hand had sipped down to my hip, his thumb brushing over the skin.
“Out of everything I just told you,that’swhat you’re concerned about?” Fire stung against my thigh. I yelped. Carter had apparently removed his hand from my hip.
“I’m not all that worried about y’all’s squabblin’. Answer the damn question so that I can get to my dessert.” My eyes fluttered.
“I don’t know?” He smacked my thigh again. “Maybe?” The next blow was harder than the others. “Yes!Yes, okay?! I want us to be a thing!”
“What kinda thing? What are you to me?”
This asshole!
“Carter,” I whined, the inside of my thighs were now red hot, but that didn’t stop him.Smack. Smack. “I d-don’t know! Whatever you want me to be!” There was a long pause as he looked down at me. I did know, but I was too embarrassed to say it. I wasn’t sure if he felt the same.
“Minehas a nice ring to it. But I want you to want that. You wanna be mine, Buttercup?” I was going to answer with a simple yes, but changed my mind to something I knew he’d either appreciate or be surprised at. I hoped it was the latter.
“I alreadyamyours, Carter.”
Carter sucked in a breath, a blush spreading over his face as his eye softened.
“Yes, you are, Buttercup. You’re mine.” He looked me over, those eyes darkening with desire once more. And with that, he descended on me with fervor.
29. YOUNG AT HEART
October 10
Day Forty-Four
90 Hours to Go
