Page 53 of Craving Carla

Yes, I’m fucking unhinged right now, and she made me this way. Those beautiful green eyes, those pretty lips, that delicious-looking curvy ass of hers. And that goddamn peachy scent. She has no idea how feral I was earlier. Killing and feeding on Ackley was child’s play compared to what I wanted to do tonight. Iwanted to paint the entire block of that diner red with blood and fuck her in front of everyone. I want the world to know who she belongs to. She’s mine.

Mine.

I don’t give a shit if my heart never beats for her, I’m keeping her. I’m losing my goddamn mind right now. Carla is my madness, and I don’t want to let it go.

“What the hell are you doing, Amari?” she says, stepping inside and slamming her door shut. “No, you’re not staying. I’m?—”

I’m right in front of her face, just inches away before she can blink, dropping her tote bag to the floor while still holding onto the duffle bag packed with fresh clothes.

“I don’t want to fucking hear it right now, Carla,” I say, my tone warning, and she gasps, staring up at me. “I’m staying. Now, where’s your bathroom so I can get cleaned up?”

She swallows nervously and points to the stairs.

“It’s an attached bathroom in my room,” she murmurs, and I grin at her. She’s submissive. That’s interesting, but I can tell she’s not submissive for just anyone. She needs a man strong enough not just for her, but for her children.

I am that man.

I grin, turning away from her and making my way up the stairs, noticing how her room is a mess from getting ready for the date, and I instantly get jealous all over again. Ackley’s blood runs through my veins, and still, it’s not enough. Carla follows me up to her bedroom, and I grin at her as she watches me move the clothes from the small chair by the bathroom door and set my bag down on it.

“You’re really staying?” she asks, staring at me like I’ve lost my mind. I grin at her.

“Isn’t it obvious?” I snap, loosening my tie until I’m able to pull it off, then I unbutton my jacket. Carla pulls off hercardigan, and my eyes fall right to her ass as she walks past me over to the laundry basket. There’s a linen closet next to it, and she opens it up and pulls out some towels and washcloths. I immediately approach her, taking them out of her hands and going into the bathroom, becoming jealous all over again from the mess. I can tell she put a lot of work into getting ready for this date.

I’m going to make her work even harder for me.

She starts to move away, but I grab her wrist, pulling her into the bathroom with me. She struggles at first, then just gives in, letting me pull her inside.

I quickly turn on the shower, then unbutton my jacket and pull it off, kick off my shoes, and start unbuttoning my shirt. I grin at her, watching her eyes linger over my body as I undress right in front of her.

“Take off your clothes, Carla,” I command, and her eyes widen as she stares up at me. I raise an eyebrow at her once I pull off my cufflinks and remove my shirt, then pull my undershirt over my head, exposing my bare chest to her.

The bathroom light illuminates my skin, revealing the centuries of violence etched into my body. Scars that never fully healed, even with vampire regeneration. Marks from battles, from hunts, from the countless times I’ve faced death and walked away. My body tells a story of survival, of power, of endurance. And now, all of it—all of me—is focused on her.

“Do it now, or I’ll do it for you. I’m cleaning you up, then I’m putting you to bed.” My words come out almost like a growl. It’s not how I want to be with her—rough and forceful—but with Carla, she needs a man to dominate her.

Her lips part to say something back at me, but then snap shut. Her hands move to her sides, lifting up her dress, exposing her pretty black panties. I grin, keeping my eyes on her as she curls her fingers around the thin straps, then bends over,pulling her panties down and stepping out of them, doing as I commanded.

I run a hand over my face, looking at her pretty bare pussy, wondering if she shaved for that asshole.

This is going to be a long night.

19

Carla

I’ve lost my mind, but at this point, I don’t care.

I step out of my panties, then start to pull my dress over my head, but Amari steps forward and catches the fabric, helping me pull it over my shoulders until the dress is completely off me. He tosses it to the floor. I immediately feel strange, being so bare and vulnerable with him that I try to cover myself, putting my hands in front of me, but he pulls them away, moving closer.

“Don’t hide yourself from me,” he says, his eyes full of desire. The way he looks at me—I’ve never seen that look on a man toward me before. He grins, then turns me around, quickly unclasping my bra and slowly removing the straps from my shoulders until they fall down my arms and hit the floor. Then he steps back, unbuckling his pants. I turn around nervously, completely naked, watching as he strips himself out of his pants and boxer briefs, my eyes widening when I catch sight of his dick.

It’s long, thick, and aroused. That’s too big. I bite my lip, looking up at him.

“Yes, I’m aroused, Carla. You’re beautiful. Magnificently beautiful,” he says, staring down at his dick. He grabs the two washcloths, then grabs my wrist and pulls me into the shower with him, stepping under the shower head first.

I just watch like a lustful demon as the water flows over his muscular frame. It runs in rivulets over his broad shoulders, streaming down the ridges of his abs, washing away the blood that’s dried on his chocolate skin. His body is perfectly sculpted, not an ounce of fat to be found, just pure, hard muscle. The short, tight curls on his head flatten under the water’s pressure, making his already sharp jawline and high cheekbones look even more defined.

He opens his eyes, a seductive grin spreading across his face as he catches me watching him wash his body. His hands move over his skin, scrubbing away the evidence of tonight’s violence. I can’t look away—don’t want to look away—as his hands travel over his chest, his arms, his stomach.