Page 60 of Unhinged Love

“Say something?” I scoff. “And what would you like to hear? That I’m thankful you stood up for me when you are the reason they are targeting me in the first place?”

Carter sighs and shakes his head. “I thought I was doing the right thing by breaking the guy’s jaw.”

“You broke his jaw!?” I yell, flabbergasted.

“He deserved it,” Carter states, convincing himself of being a good guy.

“And you deserve more than a busted lip and a few bruises.”

“For what I did to you, yes, but not for beating up those two morons. Even Dad agreed to that much.”

“Your dad knows?” I ask, surprised.

“Yes, the police got involved. I had to tell him.”

“But let me guess, you conveniently left the part out to why they were bullying me.” Irritation fills my veins when I realize the way he painted himself to his father.

“Can we please stop talking about it? I know I fucked up. I’m trying to make it right.”

“And you think beating up two of my bullies will make up for bullying me yourself?”

“No, but I figure it is a start,” he admits ruefully.

I shake my head and sigh, annoyed by his inability to understand how much he hurt me. I don’t even want to talk about this anymore. I want to rinse out my hair and get out of here.

“Can you switch with me? I need to wash the conditioner out.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” He smiles, taking a step toward me until his chest is pressed up against mine. Before I can object, he snakes an arm around me and pulls me closer to his body. My feet slip, and I grab onto his arms to stabilize myself.

“What are—” is all I get out before his lips are on mine in a searing kiss.

My whole body is stiff, my lips don’t move, but that doesn’t stop Carter from pulling me closer. He runs his hands over my skin, cupping my ass when he gets there.

I don’t want to like it, I really don’t, but my stupid body comes to life, anyway. His hands continue to roam over my body gently, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.

He finally gives up on the kiss, but his lips are not done. He trails them along my jaw, peppering soft kisses over my sensitive skin. Before I realize what I’m doing, I tilt my head to give him better access to my neck. I feel him grin against my flesh, and I almost groan in frustration.

“Carter, stop,” I tell him meekly while still holding on to his arms.

“You don’t mean that,” he whispers against my throat, before kissing me there too.

His hands travel across my body in a sensual way, making my core heat and my resolve crumble.Why does it have to feel so good when he touches me like this? Why am I so weak?

I try to remember all the terrible things he’s done to me, but his fingers sliding through my wet folds have my thoughtsin disarray. He grinds his palm against my clit while sliding his middle finger into my waiting pussy.

I throw my head back with a gasp at the sudden intrusion. Carter cups my breast with his free hand, massaging it before taking my nipple between his fingertips. The slight pain mingles with the pleasure from my core, igniting something deep inside of me.

Carter keeps pressure on my clit while sliding his finger in and out of me at a leisurely pace.

“You’re so tight, even on my finger,” Carter murmurs before kissing my shoulder. Every time his lips touch my skin, a little of my resolve crumbles. The bastard knows it too.

I close my eyes and let my head fall back as I try to decide between giving in and shoving him away. He has nothing to hold over me now. If I let this happen, it’s because I want to and nothing else.

As if Carter can read my mind, he says, “Stop overthinking it and let me make you feel good.”

I straighten my head to look at him. The smug bastard has a smile on his face when he pulls his hand away from my pussy. He lifts his fingers and brings them to his mouth. Never breaking eye contact, he sucks his digits clean. Closing his eyes, he makes a mhhh sound like he just tasted something delicious.

I’m about to tell him to fuck off when he leans in for another kiss. This time my lips move against his on their own accord.

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