Stella Starlet

Kinky

Be warned kiddos.... there's some sexual content in this chapter... 

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"Put me down!" I yelled while laughing.

Carlisle pretended to drop me further as I was slung over his shoulder, looking at his back.

"Nope." He chuckled evilly as he ran through the foyer of his house.

"Oh my God, your family is somewhere in this house! Stop," I whisper-shouted.

I felt so childish, slung over this man's shoulder, laughing my head off, feeling the blood rushing to my head.

I loved this feeling.

It was so innocent. Pure, clean happiness.

He ran up the stairs, his feet hitting the marble floors. "God, I love you!" He yelled on the top of his lungs.

"Shut up!" I exclaimed, giggling.'

"What the hell?" One of his brothers asked as he walked past. He gave us a strange look before shrugging it off, going down the stairs.

As he walked into our bedroom, he shut the door with a kick and led me to the bed where he placed me. He then crawled over me. 

I giggled as I looked up at him. 

He looked stunning.

Platinum hair falling in his eyes, giving him a boyish look. His white teeth visible in his bright smile, his aqua eyes glinting from the afternoon sun that leaked through the sheer curtains. 

I gave a small smile as I linked my hands into his hair and pulled him closer until our lips touched.

After a couple minutes, most of our clothes were shed and thrown onto the floor. 

Carlisle then pulled away and looked at me. 

"Stella, I've been wanting to tell you something. . ." He paused and then I nodded for him to continue. 

"I'm what they call a kinky motherfucker." 

I bursted out laughing out loud and pulled him into a hug.

"Show me," I whispered into his ear.

He went to the dresser in the corner of the room and opened the closet portion of it. He removed the false backing and revealed a closet of miscellaneous stuff.

He came back with a sets of handcuffs and held them up with a lopsided grin.

"Whoa, so you are totally kinky then." 

He shrugged mischievously and came over to me slowly.

As he kissed me, he placed my hands in the handcuffs and had them attached to the headboard.

"You sure?" He asked one last time.

I nodded, liking the feeling of being totally at his will.

He led a trail of light kisses from my neck down to my stomach. I bit my lip. 

After his kisses went lower, his hand snaked around my neck as I arched my back.

I let out a breathy gasp as pleasure erupted throughout my body.

"Do you trust me?" He asked. 

"Yes."

His grip on the sides of my neck began to get tighter, a feeling of slight lightheadedness began to set in. It only added to the pleasure. 

"Carlisle," I breathed out.

"Yes, baby girl?" He asked looking up at me. 

"God, don't stop."

He chuckled and did as he was told. 

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Carlisle's Point of View

I couldn't help but feel I was corrupting her. I chuckled at the thought.

"Carlisle, fucking snap out of it!" My father exclaimed, frustrated. "You're the reason we called this meeting. You had to go all Tony Montana on their asses."

I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my cognac. 

"I thought I taught you better! You're fucking thirty two!" My father yelled.

"For fuck's sake! If you called this just to scold me then I'm going to leave," I yelled, slamming my glass down.

He sighed and then ran a hand through his peppered hair. 

"You know the Rossi's are going to come after us. Our families. Our people. Everything."

"Fucking let them," I said as I pulled my pistol out from the back band of my belt.

"I'll kill any man that comes at us." I puffed on my cigar. 

"We make them afraid of us. We show them that we pull the strings; that we always have," my father announced.

I agreed. There was a special rush that I got from using a gun. And I was prepared to use it on any of those fuckers.

"Alright, we will talk more some other time. Dismissed."

Everyone cleared from the table but I stayed seated.

"Carlisle, ever since you brought that goddamn whore in my house, you haven't been the same."

I chuckled as I cocked the gun. I then abruptly stopped laughing as I held it to his temple.

"If you ever call her that again, I will put a bullet in your brain."

My father chuckled as he stepped away. "You shoot me, my men will come after you. You come straight down to Hell with me."

"I'm not afraid of Hell and I'm not fucking afraid of you or your men."

"Fuck, you're actually serious about her. What about your wife, eh? The fuck she even doing?"

"I don't even know. I don't even care. I love Stella."

"She's a bit young don't you think? I mean, she must be twenty one, maybe."

"None of your fucking business," I said as I walked out of the room. 

I heard his baritone laugh emit from the room. 

"Fuck you too, son!"

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Sorry about the short chapter!

Hope all is well!

Victoria, xoxo