Princess in Lingerie (Lingerie 12)

I loved it when she touched me. The movement was kind, but it meant more to me. She comforted me, reminded me that I was the man she held deep affection for. And I was the man who chased her fears away. Now that Conway wasn’t here, my hands went to her hips, and I backed her up into the counter. My lips pressed against hers, and I kissed her slowly, our lips moving together with precise gentleness. Every kiss was purposeful, full of warm breaths and quiet moans. My hands were in her hair, and her hands were glued to my chest. I cradled the back of her head so I could deepen the embrace, devour her with my mouth and tongue. I’d kissed her many times, but that didn’t satisfy my hunger. I’d just fucked her mercilessly the night before, and now I was touching her tenderly, like she was my wife rather than my slave. She did strange things to me, turned me into two very different men. Sometimes I was evil, and sometimes I was kind.

The windows were open and the sunlight shone through, but that didn’t stop me from undoing my jeans and pushing them down with my boxers. I yanked my shirt over my head and tossed it onto the tile before I moved to her pants next. Her jeans and panties were gone before I lifted her onto the counter.

Her arms hooked around my neck, and she folded herself against my body, moving into position so I could have her right then and there. Her fingers dug into my hair, and she gave an abrupt moan when she felt my cock slide in hard. “Carter…I love it when you take me like this.”

I rested my face against hers as I enjoyed the sweetness of her pussy. “Like what, sweetheart?” I wasn’t tying her up and making her submit. We were just two lovers in the heat of the moment. It all started with a simple touch to my arm, an act of possession in front of my cousin.

“Like nothing can stop you from having me.”

My father called me. “Hey, your uncle told me Conway stopped by yesterday. Said you had a fancy place.”

“Yeah.” I sat at the dining table with my laptop in front of me. My second cup of coffee was at my side. I’d finished breakfast a few hours ago, and now it was some time past noon. “He stopped by for a few minutes before he returned to Sapphire.”

“Since you’re taking visitors, how about your mother and I stop by for lunch?”

Normally, I would love that idea. But with Mia around, I didn’t think that would be a good idea. I wanted to speak to my father in private about the situation. “Uh, you know…how about just you?”

He paused for a long time, sensing something was off. “Why just me?”

“Because…I need to talk to you about something.”

It was a silence of disappointment.

I could feel his anger over the phone.

“What the fuck did you do, Carter Barsetti?”

“Just come over, alright? Leave Mom behind, for now.”

“Your mother misses you, Carter.”

“I know…but I don’t want to talk to her about this right now.” My mother would be far more disappointed in me than my father would. I couldn’t handle that. I hated being shunned by her. I hated it when I gave her a broken heart. “It needs to just be you.”

“I’m coming.” He hung up.

I set my phone down and waited, knowing I would be able to feel my father’s wrath before he even arrived at the door.

Mia walked inside, looking cute in a pink apron. “Everything alright, Carter?”

Normally, I would fuck her on the dining table to get my mind off the situation, but since the war was coming to my front doorstep, that wasn’t an option. “My father is coming by right now. I have to tell him about you.”

“Oh…I see. Should I stay out of the way, then?”

“I think that would be best.”

She moved her hand to my shoulder and rubbed the muscle. “Let me know if you need anything.”

I grabbed her hand and brought it to my lips, pressing a kiss to the curve of her palm. “I will, sweetheart.” I released her hand and watched her walk away. My father must have been close by since he arrived five minutes later.

Even his knock sounded angry.

I walked to the front of the house and opened the door, revealing my angry father on the doorstep. His tanned skin was tight across his face and arms, showing chiseled muscles and the hard lines of his jaw. Even though they were a different color, his eyes were just like mine, and his dark hair and Italian features were like mine too. I had slightly softer features, my mother’s legacy. But I possessed his height and his musculature. “Come in.” I stepped out of the way so he could walk into the entryway.