"Tell me what happened." His plea was so soft.
I broke. This wasn't the stranger anymore. This was Carter, the boy I had grown up with. I flung my arms around him and pulled him down. Instead of fighting, I clung to him now.
He wrapped his arms around me and rolled to his side. He patted my back and tucked his head into the crook of my neck and shoulder. I felt his lips brush there as he repeated, "You have to tell me. I won't hurt you. I will protect you."
A shudder went through my body. At last. Those were the words I was desperate for. He moved his hands, one sliding down to my hip and the other cradling the back of my head, he pressed into me. The last of my reserve fled then. A gasp escaped me and I pressed against him. I needed him.
Shame flooded me. He knew. What kind of person was I? Fighting, running away, and then starting to tremble in his arms?
His hand started to caress my hip. His fingers slid underneath my shirt and moved under my pants' waistband. He held me there, his hand splayed out. I tried to resist, but I wanted to wind my legs around him. I wanted to pull him on top of me and feel his hand between my legs. But I didn't do anything. I lay there, still, as my heart pounded inside of me. He could feel the beat against him. The thumping drowned everything else out.
He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead and raised himself up again. He looked down at me. The plea in his eyes was still there. As he brushed some of my hair from my forehead, he asked, "Do you not trust me?"
I nodded. "I'm scared of you."
A small grin appeared at the corners of his mouth. "You are?"
"I don't know who you are anymore." I couldn't believe I was admitting any of that, but I needed to trust someone. I had to if I was going to survive what I had done. Feeling a little bit brave, I touched his chest. My hand spread out like his was on my back. His heart was steady. I murmured, "I know who you are. I know you're the Cold Killer. I know what you did for AJ." A tear slipped from the corner of my eye. It fell unheeded. "I always wanted to thank you for that."
"It was you that time before," I gasped as Carter's lips brushed against my neck. He lingered on my pulse. His tongue swept against it as I tried to turn around to him. I needed to feel him against me, between my legs, but his arms tightened around me. He moved behind me and pressed into me.
He murmured against my skin, "It was me."
I clasped a hand over his on the other side of my neck and held it there, claiming him, as I turned in his arms. His hand slid across the front of me and I saw him. His eyes were dark with lust and need. I knew he saw the same in me, but I didn't care any longer. I needed him, but I remembered that night. My roommate left and I'd been alone until I felt someone behind me. The liquor in me hadn't been enough to turn off all my inhibitions, but they had helped. My skin sizzled as I thought of that night again, how it had been him behind me.
He whispered against my skin as he lowered his head, "I was in the security room. I saw you on the cameras and couldn't help myself." His arms slid around to my back. He pressed a hand to my hip and anchored me against him.
I gasped as he pressed his hips into me, but then he lifted and carried me to the corner.
It was the same as that night.
He held me suspended in the air, so I wound my legs around his waist. I felt him even more against me and then his hands slid under the edge of my dress, to the inside of my thighs. He felt the string of my thong, in the apex between my legs, and started to rub against it.
Desire and pleasure rushed through me. I was feverish for him. I held on, urging him to do more. My hips began to move in rhythm with his hand and it wasn't long before he swept my dress up and his hand was against my skin.
"Carter," I whispered, my back and throat arched for him.
He placed a kiss there, licking.
Images of the two of us flashed in my mind and I grew wet again. He was going to be the death of me. A part of me knew that once I felt him inside of me, it wouldn't be enough. I would want more. I would never be satisfied, and when he made me come, that'd only been the teaser. My body was primed and ready again. My hand slid down his muscular back. It felt all the ridges, all the dips and curves. A dark pleasure spread through me when I felt his muscles contract as he turned his head to see me.
This was mine.
He was mine.
He groaned and had me against the wall in a second. His hands grabbed my hips and positioned me at an angle before he slammed his into mine. I felt the bulge in front of his pants. That was for me. All for me. He bent over me and lowered his lips just above mine as he thrust against me.
I couldn't breathe. My hands held onto his arms. The muscles there also moved underneath my touch, as if wanting more.
"This," he growled in a whisper against my lips. "This is what I wanted that night. I couldn't contain myself and I had to taste you, but tonight is the night I really have you. You're mine, Emma. You always have been."
I nodded, so weak against his touch.
He was mine as well, but I didn't say it. Not yet, though everything in my body was aching for me to do so.
He took my hand again and led the way out into the hallway. People stopped and watched us as we left. I knew it was because of him. Carter was lethal. His body was carved and molded to perfection. His eyes were cold while his face resembled an angel's. Everyone knew who he was, where he had come from. Even the media went into a frenzy when he was seen in public. However, he moved like a ghost, how he trained his men to be, so those moments were rare, and this moment wasn't any different. His staff had seen him before, but they all went quiet in the presence of a deadly panther.
A wave of possession rocked through me. My legs shook as I remembered my climax. This creature who held my hand was mine, as I was his. I belonged to him and I gasped in silence as I felt his claim sink into my blood. It went deep to the bones. Everything in me belonged to him, and as I followed him through his club, I knew that I was becoming addicted to him. My hand yearned to touch his back again, to slide across his muscles and so much more.
I bit down on my lip. This ache wasn't going to go away. The ache between my legs and the ache that resonated deep inside of me grew every time I was with him, every time he looked and touched me.
A soft sigh left me and he glanced back.
I was scorched by his gaze. His wolf eyes saw into me. I was stripped bare to him, no matter what I wore or how many walls were around my heart. He saw through everything. His hand tightened around mine, and he lifted it. His lips grazed against the top of it. My eyes closed, the ache doubled between my legs at that soft caress.
"Sir." A man stepped out of the shadows. Another guard.
Carter stopped as he listened to what the man had to say. He spoke quietly so I couldn't hear, but both glanced at me.
His eyes narrowed and darkened. His hold on my hand became possessive.
I asked again, "Carter? What is it?"
He turned, his decision made, and he curved a hand into the place between my shoulders blades. He started to walk with me down a hallway. As we got further along, I saw Mike waiting for us and then I recognized it was the same box where I had left Noah and Theresa. I dug my feet in. I didn't know what was going on, but I knew he was going to leave me there. Something came up and he needed to handle whatever it was, but I didn't want to be left behind.
"No." I shook my head. "You're not leaving me." Not again.
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Tijan started writing later in life, after she had already graduated college with a different direction in mind and a different degree under her belt. Hitting the brakes on that path, she taught herself how to write a good book and began posting at sites such as Fictionpress, along with Wattpad. After receiving such encouraging messages from readers, she self-published Fallen Crest High and has continued throughout the year. She continues to keep writing NA books!AUTHOR LINKS
“I was going to die. It was a matter of time.”
The good: Interesting plot line and unique, compelling story elements; loved the characterization of Carter Reed; and had enough “smutt” to keep me satisfied.
The bad: The last 25% of the book dragged and some of it could have been edited or was unnecessary; dual POV’s of Carter and Emma could have been balanced more evenly and if not, Carter’s POV could have been altered entirely out since it felt needless and random at times.
"You don't trust anyone, no one except Carter. Go to Carter. He'll take care of everything. He'll take care of you, Ems. I promise."
“Carter Reed” was a dark, gritty, and intense tale of love, trust, and betrayal.
After walking in on her roommate being brutally raped and nearly beaten to death by her boyfriend, Emma had two choices: “call the cops and be hunted by his family’s mafia connections or kill him first and hope to survive.” She chooses the latter.
As Emma has now sealed her fate, she runs to the only person she can think of that could possibly defend her: Carter Reed , a.k.a. “The Cold Killer”, and Emma's secret crush.
--Description: The most lethal weapon of the Mauricio Mafia; 6’2”, dark blonde hair, striking cheekbones and broad shoulders, and eyes “that reminded me of a wolf.”
Characteristics: Bold, charming; cunning, ruthless, and a definite alpha male!! *squeeeee!*--
Carter was once Emma’s brother’s best friend (before he died) growing up and has always vowed to protect Emma no matter what. Emma initially goes to him thinking he owes a debt by her brother to take care of her but what she doesn't know is that there is more to it than what she believes.
After all, Carter has two big secrets of his own:
1) He, too, has always been in love with Emma
2) AND, only joined the mafia to ensure Emma's safety and well-being.
With the stakes high and passion in the air, Emma and Carter's relationship blossoms into an all out consuming love and constant battle to stay alive.
How will this end for these two lovers? Will Emma make it out alive now that she’s a target on a hit list? And will Carter be able to save her?
A great standalone which I highly recommend!! I absolutely loved it!
Ladies, get ready to meet your new book boyfriend! If you loved characters like Cameron Hillard from Julie Hockley’s “Crow’s Rowe” or Carmine DeMarco from “Sempre” then you’ll totally love Carter Reed as he is a mix between those characters!
A MUST READ!
"You're mine, Emma. You always have been. I won't let you go.”
-Overall : 8.5
-Plot : 8
-Writing : 8.5
-Characters : 8
-Cover : 8.5
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