The Stolen Mafia Princess

Carter

{Margo’s POV}

I woke up, I don’t know when, I just know it was still dark out. I made my way out of my room quietly to get myself a glass of water. I slowly walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, deciding to get a bottle of water instead and take it back up to my room with me. As I turned around I noticed Carter sitting in our living room on the couch.

I walked into the living room and noticed Angelo, Damon, Carter, Mikey, and Marco all asleep in various areas of the room. I giggled a little as Mikey was asleep upside down on a chair. I walked over, carefully tapping him on the shoulder. “Mikey.. you’re going to wake up and be so sick if you don’t flip over!” I laughed.

“Hmm?” He groggily replied before flipping and falling onto the ground, immediately going back to sleep. I smiled, grabbing a blanket and lying over him.

“What do I have to do to get a blanket?” I heard, I looked to see Carter smiling at me.

“Maybe falling asleep in a bed, instead of a couch first of all.” I said, looking over him. His shirt was unbuttoned all the way, and his chest was hairy, and toned. His silver dyed hair was messy, falling all around his face in a shaggy mess. His teal eyes staring at me, looking dark, and hungry.

“Is that an invitation to sleep in your bed?” He asked, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.

“Yeah right! My brothers have told me about you, Mr. Carter Playboy Price!” I laughed. “I’d sooner go to bed alone for all eternity!” I said, turning and making my way back towards my room.

He stumbled around, catching up to me and stopping me by the staircase. He leaned against the wall, towering over me. My heart was racing out of my chest, and I couldn’t help looking at his exposed abs. I know that he’s a playboy, that he sleeps around.. but with his body so close to mine.. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch it. “Are you sure about that?” He asked, smirking down at me.

I nodded, turning away from him and trying to walk away. “Quite sure!” I said, sounding as though my mouth was entirely too dry. “I’m very sure!” I walked past him and onto the staircase. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I really need to get more sleep.” I walked up the steps, and back into my room. When I turned, he was standing in my doorway leaning in.

“Okay.. but I wanted to tell you. Even with your scars, the ones you say make you ugly. You, Margo LaRoux, are the most beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure of seeing. You are breathtaking..” he said, leaning down in my face. “And trust me, I have seen a lot of women, but none of them are as beautiful as you are!” He said.

A blush spread across my face, he was way too close. His hot breath was overtaking my senses. “Carter.. please..” I whispered, gripping the door.

“Please what Margo?” He asked, his eyes scanning over me hungrily.

“You should go back downstairs..” I said softly, looking to the ground. Trying so hard not to look at this gorgeous man in front of me, with absolutely no sense of what personal space is.

“I know..” he said softly. “But I’d much rather stand here and look at you.” He moved closer, resting his head on my shoulder. “You’re adorable when you’re embarrassed, and I can’t help but imagine your face scrunched up with other emotions.. like pure ecstasy..” he whispered, turning and kissing my neck softly.

I let out a soft m*** before pulling back. “I.. I really need to get some sleep..” I looked up into his eyes, and they were staring down at me. What I didn’t expect was the shocked look on his face. He looked shocked and slightly embarrassed.

He pushed my door open, and closed it behind him. I backed up as he stalked towards me, until my back hit my bedpost. “Margo..” he whispered, placing his hand on the bedpost and leaning down over me.

“You should go.. you shouldn’t be in here!” I said, keeping my eyes on the ground, at his feet.

“I’ll leave..” he said, reaching down and placing a single finger on my chin and raising my head to look at him. “If you can look me in the eyes and tell me to go.” He said, slowly tracing his finger up to caress my bottom lip.

I whimpered, as I felt his thumb trace my lip, he leaned down, his face inches from mine. “I-I..” I stuttered.

“Tell me to stop, to leave.. anything Margo.. just tell me, and I’ll do it.” He said, brushing a strand of hair out of my face.

I was still tipsy from earlier, and I wanted him to leave, but my body refused to listen. My lips being stroked by his thumb were powerless to tell him to go. My mind was muddled, and his words lingered in my head. Could he really make me feel pure pleasure, pure ecstasy? “Carter..” I whispered, before his lips crashed against mine.

His kiss was different from Damon’s, his was hungry, and demanding. His tongue gliding into my mouth, and his other hand pulling me flush against his rock hard body. He gripped my waist and threw me down onto the bed. He leaned over me, and kissed me with urgency. He pulled back and I m***** as he kissed his way down to my chest. He lifted my shirt up and pulled down my bra exposing my n***** to him. He sucked it into his mouth, and swirled his tongue around it. I arched my back up off the bed, as my body heated up under his.

His hand slid down, spreading my legs open, and his fingers began to trace the outline of my p**** through my pajamas. I gasped and sat up, fixing my clothes and pushing him back. “You need to go!” I said, getting up and walking around him.

“I’m sorry.. I just.. I lost myself for a minute, I swear I.” He started, but I cut him off.

“You said you’d leave if I told you to, I’m looking you in the eye, now leave!” I said, pointing to the door.

As I did, it flew open and Damon stepped inside. “You bastard!” He yelled, gripping Carter by the shirt and yanking him out of my room.

“Wait, don’t!” I said, as fists began to fly. Both of them were punching one another with all of their strength.

“I warned you to stay away from Margo!” Damon said, punching Carter hard across the face and knocking him to the floor.

“Damon!” I said, running and grabbing his arm trying to stop him. He swung back, throwing me off of his arm, and knocking me to the ground. I fell with a thud, hitting my back against a potted plant in the hall. I looked up, seeing Damon looking down at me. He looked mortified, my heart was racing, and I was beginning to panic. He reached for me, trying to help me up, but I flinched. I scrambled to my feet and ran into my room slamming the door behind me and locking it.