Untouchable (Untouchables, 1)

The thing that scares me is Jake wants to punish me and Shayne is just a joiner, but Carter? Carter wants to rape me. He doesn’t care about Jake’s thing, he’s just here for the fun. This is fun to him.

Carter walks me forward, finally releasing me long enough to push my back against the pillar Jake had me against to begin with. Then he bends his head and takes the nipple he’s been playing with into his mouth and sucks it. I gasp, closing my eyes and stiffening my body, pushing my head back against the brick pillar as this near stranger sucks on my breast. Revulsion swims through my gut, crawls up my spine and sends chills down my legs.

I shouldn’t have told him I’m a virgin. I thought it would appeal to their humanity, that they wouldn’t want to cross that line, but I think it made Carter want me more. He doesn’t want me—he wants to steal my innocence, like he said.

Carter grabs my body and tugs me closer to his, releasing that nipple and moving his mouth to the other. I push against him trying to get free, but he doesn’t budge. His muscular arms don’t even strain. He can hold onto me and keep his mouth on me at the same time, that’s how easy it is for him to overpower me.

His tongue swirls around the peak of my breast, then he bites. Not hard, just enough to make me jump and give another futile push against his broad shoulders. This is the strangest sensation. My breasts have never been in anyone’s mouth before; I never thought the first time would be against my will—and I damn sure didn’t think the mouth suckling my breast would be Carter Mahoney’s.

Jake looks away from this torrid display, I think finally realizing he unleashed a beast on me, but unwilling to help chain it back up.

I swore to myself I wouldn’t beg anymore, but as Carter’s big hand slips down inside the front of my panties, I can’t keep the words from spilling from my lips. “Carter, please don’t do this.” I say, squeezing my legs together.

“Beg more,” he murmurs, his hand still casually inside my panties. He drags his lips along my neck, his mouth shockingly ravenous, like a hungry beast about to feast on my flesh. Given the context of what I know he wants from me, it’s absolutely terrifying, and everything within me quakes.

He’s probably just fucking with me, but on the off chance I can stop him, I give him what he demands. “Please. Please, Carter. Please let me go.”

“Tell me you’ll be a good little whore and keep your mouth shut,” he says, biting my neck.

I let out a sharp cry of surprise, then start crying, not even attempting a brave face any longer. “I’ll be a good little…” I can’t get it out. His finger slips inside me and I sob harder, closing my eyes.

“Say it,” he says sharply.

My stomach sinks as I cry, “I’ll be a good little whore. Please stop. Please.”

“You won’t say anything,” he repeats, as if bored, even while his thumb presses against my clitoris.

“Please,” I beg, my broken cry humiliating me. “I won’t say anything.”

Withdrawing his hand from between my legs, Carter grabs a fistful of my hair and pushes me down to my knees. “Open your mouth, princess. You’re going to suck my dick. You do a good job and I won’t stick it in your cunt next.”

Jake shifts from foot to foot, then finally walks over to the door like he just wants to check out the window, but I think he can’t watch this. How things got from him pushing me up against the wall and intimidating me out of anger to Carter pushing my mostly naked body to the floor and unzipping his pants is probably a bit beyond him.

Grabbing my jaw, Carter warns me, “If you bite me, I’ll knock your fucking teeth out.”

I hate meeting his gaze, especially because I know expecting him to be decent is expecting too much, but I look up at him and beg one more time. “Please don’t make me do this.”

“Try not to throw up,” he advises me. “I like to go deep.”

He doesn’t let go of my hair, he keeps one hand there to keep me down, I guess, and uses the other to pull his dick out of his pants. I can’t believe this is happening. Tears stream down my cheeks as his cock comes at my face. I lean back, trying to get away from it, but when my head hits the wall, there’s nowhere else to go.

“Open your mouth,” he demands.

I keep my lips sealed shut, shaking my head, looking up at him with wordless pleas in my eyes.

“Now, or I take your virginity instead,” he says simply. “Your choice.”