What the hell is wrong with me? It took my intoxicated mind a beat to realize it was him. At first I thought I was seeing things, but there was no way what just happened wasn’t real. I can still feel his warm cum sliding down my thighs. I thought he was big the last time I saw him, now he looks like a freaking mountain. A terrifying, treacherous mountain.
My mind is racing with a thousand questions, but my body is dying for another release. God, as shameful as it is to think it, I just wish he would have taken me out there—turned me around, put his hand over my mouth and just drove in. I came for him with just a little touch, even though I was fighting it. Now he knows what I really like and that terrifies me. He might just take what he wants from me, and as much as it scares me, a voice in the back of my head wants it too.
I have to remind myself that the last time I saw Carter he wanted nothing to do with me so maybe this is part of his game. I still can’t remember what happened that night eight years ago, but one thing I know for sure is that Carter went away for manslaughter. He had killed one of my dad’s lackeys. Maybe he blames me and he’s here for revenge. Men like Carter don’t leave anything unfinished. If they think they’re owed their pound of flesh, they're going to collect. Over the years Carter worked for my father, I could see this dark edge and the fear he instilled in people. He wasn’t a man to be messed with. I often wondered if my father kept him around because of how good he was at his job or because he feared getting on the wrong side of him.
Carter never looked at me before like he did tonight. His eyes would always go soft when he looked at me, but I haven’t gotten those eyes in a long time.
Pulling my dress down farther and hoping I’m covering up as much of my cum-soaked thighs as possible, I look for a way out. I need to get away for a minute and process what’s happening. Why is Carter here and what does he want from me? Did my father send him? Whenever I think of my father, a jolt of fear shoots through me and I’m not even sure why.
At that thought, I stumble.
Grabbing my waist, Carter pulls me to his chest to straighten me before I fall. “You and those fucking shoes, Cherry,” he murmurs in my ear.
I spin around and poke him in the chest. Damn, he’s huge. Even in my heels I only come up to his pecs. So much for never having to look up to a man again. “What’s wrong with my shoes?” I snap. Seriously? I’m fighting with him about my shoes? “And stop calling me Cherry!” I finish. Oh my God, I’m losing my mind. I need to focus. I need to get the hell out of here.
Carter gives me a half smile, like my yelling at him is adorable or something. Glaring at him, I lift my “fucking shoe” and stomp it into his foot. Leaning his head back, he lets out a laugh that reminds me of when I was younger and I would try to get his attention. For a moment I’m lost in the Carter that I fell in love with when I was sixteen. I didn’t care that he was ten years older than me. I used to love trying to find ways to make him laugh. I never saw him give that laugh to others, but I could get it. I thought that one day I would make him fall in love with me. That dream died when I went to the prison to see him, and he acted like I was nothing.
Pulling me in close I can feel the hard ridge of his cock press into me.
“Glad to see you got that fire still in you, Cherry. I can’t wait to try to tame it. Now tell your friend goodbye. We’re leaving.” Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he tilts my head back farther and puts his mouth on my neck and sucks hard. He then licks up to my ear and makes my desire shoot through the roof again. How can this man make me feel this crazy with need when no other can?
“You try anything, Layla, and I’ll have your ass. Eight years I’ve waited for this day and I’m done waiting.”
My whole body goes rigid at his words, and I swear the buzz I had from the alcohol has left my body completely. It’s like a gallon of ice water thrown on me. “Eight years I’ve waited for this day,” plays over and over in my mind. I’m not a naïve girl. I know what my father and his men did to people who wronged or crossed them. It seemed like revenge was the reason Carter was here. For all I know, I deserved it.
I look around but don’t see Jeanette anywhere and it gives me an idea.
“Hmm…I don’t see Jeanette. She’s probably in the bathroom,” I say and make my way to the back of the bar towards the restrooms. I feel him right behind me. A tall, slender man who looks about my age goes to grab my arm, and before I have a chance to brush him off, Carter has him by the throat.
“Don’t touch what’s mine,” he growls before throwing him like a rag doll, sending a table toppling in the process. Everything goes quiet and the people near us take about two steps back.