“You’re a psycho.”įlashing me a predatory smile, he says, “Maybe.” So much of that sounds like the truth, I can only stare at him, wide-eyed. “I just like seeing you helpless and scared. “I don’t have one,” Carter says, his tone indifferent, almost bored. “What’s your excuse? Why do you want to hurt me?” “I didn’t even do anything to you,” I snap at him. “Listen to her, getting mouthy,” Carter says, caressing my jaw with his free hand. “If you stop now, I still won’t say anything. “Stop this now,” I say, trying to grasp some kind of authority. Bile rises and I feel myself wanting to heave, but nothing comes up. Now I’m standing here, heart pounding, stripped down to a pair of thin black panties in front of these three assholes. “Mmhmm,” Carter murmurs, savoring the violation as he unbuttons the rest of my skirt, then lets the fabric fall to the floor. “I wasn’t manipulatin’ anyone,” I say, the accusation making me uncomfortable. I just watched you do it to him, and I’m a fast learner it won’t work on me.” “Carter, please don’t.”Ĭlicking at me in disapproval, Carter says, “Now, now, don’t try manipulating me, princess. “Please,” I say, trying to shove his hand away. My breath hitches as Carter’s amused brown eyes lock on mine, then he slowly reaches down between our bodies and unbuttons the top button of my corduroy wrap skirt. “Didn’t you hear? Parsons said I can do whatever I want to you.” “No,” he replies calmly, then nods at Jake. “Get your hands off me, Carter,” I demand, my voice breaking with desperation.
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