Torn Between The Carter Brothers

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Addison

“You want me, don’t you?” The words were whispered against my throat as I was being lifted up and down over a large, throbbing cock. I was gasping, breathless and unable to think of anything else aside from how good this feels.

“No!” I cried out, feeling utterly wrecked when a large hand wrapped around my throat, pinning me into the sheets and then fucking into me hard till I screamed.

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“You little liar. You say that, yet your hungry cunt is squeezing my cock to death.” Zane’s voice dripped into my ear like warm oil, and with a startled gasp, I jolted awake, breathing hard as I sat up.

What the fuck was that droom?

My head was pounding, I was breathing hard, what was worst was that the dream had felt so real, that u almost tasted it in my tongue. I felt so horrified right now to have a dream of something like

that, and also confused cause I didn’t know what that meant.

I glanced sideways, my eyes falling on Zane’s body as he slept, his chest rising and falling gently, and he looked even more breathtaking in his sleep right now, but still as dangerous, like one touch would

leave one scorched.

I turned away from the sight while reminding myself to calm down. The dream meant nothing, it was just probably because of the entire day we spent together. This is the exact reason why I wanted to put an end to those touches he kept giving me, so I had a feeling it could lead to me fixating on them, and it already seemed like I was doing just that.

However, as I got into the bathroom and splashed water over myself, I reminded myself it meant nothing. It was just a stupid dream, which was probably prompted from us cuddling. It doesn’t mean I’m falling for him or anything equally ridiculous, because I was certain that I was still very much in

love with Marco.

I turned and excited the bathroom, then I exited the room without a glance in the direction of the bed. It felt like I needed some water to clear my head, and a little space to think. On arriving at the end of the stairs, my eyes landed on Marco, who was sitting by the corner of the stairs, right there on the floor, resting against the wall there.

My eyes widened in confusion, Wasn’t he supposed to be in bed now? He was even still in clothes from last night.

“Are you alright, Marco?” I asked as I rounded the corner to face him. He had a dejected expression on

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in his eyes that before

shoving me away from disgust after what he witnessed back at the party, so I felt relieved, happy and over the moon. My heart kept fluttering against my ribs as I ran my

he finally stopped crying but still didn’t

the place, while I was trying but failing to rest into this too

He desired me? What does this

stare into my

in reality, I wished I could just lean close and kiss him, and

right now, I’m

guess I was just in my feelings?” He responded

Aisha when you clearly need her?” I couldn’t

to disturb her.” He responded and

and that she definitely wanted to get into Zane’s pants, but I forced

the next few moments, I slowly remembered Zane’s suggestions, to not spend private moments like this with him, but being in his arms feels so perfect, like I belong right here, and I couldn’t find

power to pull away.

hummed before he dropped his hands from my waist and I

and regarded

stated and I frowned

“Me? How?”

let it fly with Zane. I’d bring with Zane enough for

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he definitely fingered you. Don’t bother lying, I could figure out what was happening by your

an exhale, unsure

demanded, sounding angry

from my face.

I’m just starting to step out of my comfort zone, and Zane doesn’t force me

time before gritting out. “He’s gonna hurt you. He’s just having fun, that’s

about. Fun, fun, fun.”

lips, still unsure of what say

Zane wasn’t real.

to his

together, for old times

my throat, and I knew that I should instantly reject the offer. I’ve spent way too much time with him already despite promising Zane

I planned to say died in my throat when he blinked those brown eyes at me, which were my utter weakness