The Stolen Mafia Princess

Another Shower

{Margo’s POV}

When I woke up, my body felt overheated, and I was sweating slightly. It was unbearably hot in here.. “Mmm..” I grumbled out, throwing the blanket off the bed.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that..” I could hear Carter chuckle behind me.

I shot up, sitting straight up in the bed, the loose shirt draping off of one of my shoulders, and riding up my thighs. “Carter, could you not be a perv for five minutes!” Damon shot at him, his voice deep, and monotone, he was still tired, and even sounded cranky.

“Sorry, I forgot how grouchy you get when you first wake up!” Carter laughed out, standing and stretching next to the bed. I couldn’t help but ogle at his body, when he stretched the shirt rose up slightly, and I could see his ere***** in the sweatpants. I quickly turned to face Damon, and gasped. “Enjoying the view?” He finished before I heard his footsteps leave the room.

“Sorry Margo.. wish I could say you get used to him, but you don’t..” Damon said, pulling me back down to his chest and kissing my forehead. “Are you feeling okay? Still tired?” He asked, his chest vibrated as he spoke.

I shook my head pulling back and looking up at him. “I-I’m okay.. I feel okay..” my stomach growled out. I giggled softly, “maybe a little hungry..”

“I’ll go make you something, anything you want in particular?” He asked, his chest rising and falling, as his arm was draped over his eyes. I sat up, studying him carefully, his lips were thick and all I could think of in that moment was our kiss. I reached up touching my lips, then I remembered Carter, and the way that he kissed me. Their kisses were so different, and yet my body heated up as each one filled my memory. “You okay?” He asked, his arm moving away, and his eyes falling to me. I was sitting up, with my legs spread, and draped to either side of me, and my shoulder and upper arm was exposed on one side. My fingers danced across my lips, before my eyes finally met his.

I gasped and nodded, moving my hand away from my mouth. “I-I’m fine.. sorry..” I answered looking anywhere but at him.

“What were you thinking about?” He asked, his voice filled with a cocky sound.

“What I wanted to eat..” I giggled softly. I mean, it wasn’t a complete lie.. but admitting what I was really thinking of seemed like it’d feed his ego.

“Do you alway trace your lips with your fingertips when you think about food?” He asked, sitting up, his face inches from mine. His hand came up to cup the side of my face, and his large thumb traced my bottom lip, pulling it down softly. “Or did you lie to me?” He asked, leaning in closer.

“Me? Lie?” I giggled. “Never!” I turned, climbing out of bed quickly and made my way to the bathroom. I shut the door and locked it, taking a deep breath and letting it out. That was until I heard the shower running,

I turned slowly to see Carter standing there, smirking at me from the shower. “You know..” he started, turning his back to me and rinsing the soap from his hair. “If you wanted to shower with me, you could have just asked.” He laughed out, as he shook his head slightly sending water flying around him.

I backed into the door, and gasped, covering my face with my hands. “Carter.. I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were in here!” I turned to leave, but felt water drip down on me, as a warm presence came up behind me.

“Are you afraid to be alone with me Margo?” He asked, his voice deep and husky.

“No..” I choked out, definitely not sounding confident. “I-I’m not afraid..”

His large hand traced the shirt down to my knee, and reached under it, he lifted it slightly trailing his fingertips up my thigh. Water dripping down my leg, as his hand kept pulling the shirt up. He pulled it all the way to my waist, and grabbed my panties. “Mmm..” he groaned out in my ear. He began to tug at them, and I quickly turned around to face him.

His c*** was at full attention, and was currently hitting me in my mid abdomen. Our height difference made me feel so much smaller than I was in this moment. I’m only 4’10, and he’s 6’8, almost two foot taller, but he made me feel so small as he towered over me. “Carter..” I whimpered, turning my head and closing my eyes, my body shivered, and my face felt flush. He was muscular, his abs still fresh in my mind, but he’s leaner than Damon, who is more bulky, and masculine.

I ducked under his arm and ran for the shower, making it in I closed the shower door and backed up against the wall. The shirt I was wearing was soon soaked and clung to every curve on my body. “Fine, I was done anyways.” Carter said, walking to the cabinet and getting a towel wrapping it around his waist.

He flung open the door, and Damon stood there, looking between the two of us. “Did he bother you?” He asked, looking over me. Carter walked passed him, dressed only in a towel that clung to his waist.

“N-No, I’m fine..” I said softly, my back still up against the tiles. “Guess I’m taking another shower..” I laughed, he nodded then closed the bathroom door. I looked to the bathroom clock, it said that it was only 6:00AM. I sighed and peeled the soaked shirt off over my head.