Carnal
Book 3 of The Unhinged Love Trilogy
I hope you're ready for Micah's story!
He deserves his own happy ending, don't you think?​
Disclaimer: This book is dark. It touches on suicide, serial killers, torture, and forbidden topics. Please make sure you can handle these topics before proceeding. Oh, and it's pretty spicy, too.
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If you're curious to know who Micah is, where he came from, and you're dying to see how Remy and Auria are doing, Carnal is for you.
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​Make sure you read Insatiable and Ravenous before Carnal. Although each book dives into a different couple, the stories are interconnected. You will be lost if you start here first, so please don't.
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All my books end with an HEA or at least an HFN, although I agree that Insatiable is debatable.
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Check out these unedited chapters from Carnal below.
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Please check trigger warnings here. I will not compensate for therapy bills.
Prologue
24 years ago: Mommy and Daddy Dearest
“I want to feel you inside me, baby. God, you’re making me so wet,” she purrs in his ear. Her hand slides into his jeans.
I can tell the moment she grips his cock because he lets out a loud, pleasure-filled grunt.
“Pull those panties to the side and show me,” he says through a moan.
She pulls away from him and slowly pulls her panties to the side, exposing her slick lips and engorged clit.
He focuses his gaze on her fingers as they part her lips.
My gaze travels up her body, taking in every inch of my beautiful wife. I watch the way her nipples poke through the thin fabric of her blouse, the way her lipstick-stained lips part slightly. Everything about her is so seductive.
Reaching into my pants, I grab my cock and give it a light squeeze.
She lies back on the bed and spreads her legs for him.
He descends to his knees in front of her spread, laced-covered pussy. Burying his nose into her crotch, he takes a loud, drawn-out sniff. With one hand, he pushes her panties aside while his other hand quickly removes his pants, letting them fall to his bent knees. His hard cock springs forward.
From where I stand, I see a drop of precum that sits on the tip of his cock.
His tongue trails up and down her slit.
Her eyes remain on mine.
I pull my cock out and stroke from the base to the tip. I know she loves watching me jerk my cock just as much as I love watching her getting fucked by other men.
I move my eyes back and forth between her and the man between her legs. No words need to be said. She knows what I need.
She sits up, pushing his face away from her pussy. “I want you to fuck me now,” she whispers in his ear.
“With pleasure.” He stands and fully removes his pants. He roughly flips her onto her stomach and pulls her ass toward him. Kissing her beautiful, full ass, he fingers her wet pussy.
The man seems oblivious to my presence, even though I sit just a few feet away from them. He is too engrossed in my wife’s pussy. I can hear how wet she is as he fingers that sweet pussy of hers.
I am uncontrollably excited. I jerk my cock faster.
He stands and smacks her ass before lining his cock up to her opening. He pushes in until all of him is deeply embedded inside her pussy.
Pulling her hair toward him, he fucks her ferociously.
I stand and move toward the bed.
The man’s pace slows slightly as if he’s just now becoming aware of my presence.
I sit on the bed before my beautiful wife and stroke her hair. “Keep going,” I tell him. “Fuck her pussy like your life depends on it.”
Her eyes lock on mine as he fucks her.
I lean in and kiss her. My tongue lazily explores her mouth.
She inhales deeply.
I pull away and brush my thumb against her lips. “Cum for me, baby,” I tell her.
Drawing in a shaky breath, she tilts her head slightly, inviting the inevitable. Her body trembles. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as her orgasm consumes her.
“Good girl. Just like that,” I say, hooking my thumb inside her mouth. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you cum.”
She opens her eyes and gives me a satisfied smile.
Standing up, I tuck my cock back into my pants. Typically, I prefer to cum before we end things. But I don’t think this man is going to last much longer. Something tells me he won’t comply with the “no cumming in my wife’s pussy” rule.
I slip my hand into my pocket and pull out the syringe. He barely notices when I approach him from behind. His eyes are closed as he pumps in and out of her.
With no hesitation, I push the needle into his neck.
His eyes fly open as he swipes at his neck, but it’s too late. His body is already weakening. A few seconds later, he’s slumped over on the bedroom floor.
This one is going to be so much fun to play with.
I look over at my wife and smile. “It’s time to get to work. Go get the boys.”
“Maybe they shouldn’t watch this one, hon. They’re too young.”
“It’s never too early to learn, don’t you think?”
She nods. “Yes, I suppose you’re right.”
“That’s my girl,” I say, kissing her forehead. “Once we’re done, I'll have you all to myself.”
She gazes up at me and smiles. “I would like that,” she says softly.
Micah
Seventeen. That’s how many letters are spread out across my table—all from my father. Seventeen is almost as many times I’ve changed locations in the past year, but he keeps finding me.
How did this happen? For years, I’ve successfully stayed away from my family, and all of a sudden, this. All because of Remy—as he likes to be called.
The notes aren’t very wordy. Sometimes, he’d write a quote about family. At other times, it would be a single word, such as “Remember” or “Reflect.” A bouquet of Pansy Black Beauties always accompanies them. I realize he’s trying to send me a message. Currently, he considers me a traitor who has abandoned my duty to my family. But he’s also giving me an opportunity to come back into the fold.
I know my father, however. What looks like an invitation is anything but. What this is an order guised as a request. He won’t take no for an answer. I’m aware of that. The question is, how long is he willing to wait before all hell breaks loose?
I flick his latest message between my fingers. I’ve read it repeatedly as I try to ignore the black spots that have appeared at the edge of my vision. My muscles tighten as I stare at the lock of red hair on the table—the lock of red hair that slipped out of the envelope when I opened it. Two words adorned the tiny postcard written in thick, black letters: Family Reunion.
He wants the family to come home; the whole family. And he’s given me an incentive to make sure it happens.
Remy
Things would’ve been so much easier without Ari or Ayemeline here. We can throw Micah into the pile of useless people I don’t want to be around, although I feel like I’ll need Micah eventually.
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I reach over and rest my hand on Auria’s lap, needing to calm myself. Looking around, I make sure the demon cat isn’t anywhere near us. He’s sprawled out under the table, fast asleep. Next time he pulls a stunt like that, I won’t let him off so easily.
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Micah is speaking, but I’m not listening. My hand is creeping further up my little brat’s thigh.
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She’s doing a good job trying to hide her arousal, choosing to keep her focus on Micah, who’s explaining something I truly don’t give a fuck about. But I can see how her chest rises and falls when my fingers caress her mound.
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She reaches down and grips my wrists, urging me to stop. Too bad, I’m not very good at listening. When she realizes I’m not moving my hand away from her, she glares at me.
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I just give her a sweet smile.
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I play with her some more while pretending that everything is normal.
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Mouths are moving, but all I’m focused on is her sweet, sweet pussy and getting her to cum all over my fingers. I knead her clit through the fabric of her underwear. That causes her to spread her legs slightly for me.
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My cock hardens, pushing against the fabric of my sweats. Luckily, the kitchen island is hiding us from everyone else.
I look behind me to make sure the hairless spawn of Satan is still asleep under the table before continuing.
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She lets out a slow breath when I begin tracing the folds of her slit. Her eyes close briefly before she realizes where she is and opens them again. Her breathing is becoming more labored as I play with her.
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I push my fingers inside her underwear, and a small whimper escapes her as I find her clit. She bites down on her bottom lip, and my cock gets even harder in my pants.
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My dirty little brat opens her legs further for me, and I accept the invitation. I bury my finger deep inside her pussy. My finger pumps in and out of her quickly while her juices pool around them.
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She sighs. The sigh appears to be a sigh of agreement to whatever they’re saying, but I know better. She’s trying so hard to hold back.
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My other hand moves to my crotch as I rub myself through my pants.
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I push my finger deeper and wiggle it inside her.
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Her hand flies to her mouth as she tries to stifle her moan. It’s no use, though. She soon begins to spasm around my finger. Her head falls onto the counter in an attempt to hide her face.
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“Is she okay?” Micah asks, looking at me.
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I don’t answer. I only look at him and smile mischievously.
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Fuck, I love controlling her body like this.
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I pull my finger out of her and lick it slowly.
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Micah frowns, then his eyes widen in realization, then horror.
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“You should wash your hands,” Sabine says from behind us.
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What is up with this bitch always sneaking up on us?
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All eyes land on her, then on me and Auria.
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“What the fuck do you want?” I shoot. Why is she here? I get off the stool and stand between her and Auria.
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She steps closer to me, full of defiance. “You need to wash your hands after you've had it inside her. That’s disgusting.”
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“What!” Ari exclaims, just catching on.
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“So that’s your post orgasm face?” Ayemeline asks Auria with a smirk.
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Micah steps in front of Sabine.
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Her eyes bore into his.
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“It’s not a good idea for you to be in here,” he tells her.
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She eyes him up and down like he’s inferior before side-stepping him. She walks to the cabinet, opens it up, and grabs a bowl. Grabbing a box of cereal, she pours it into her bowl. The whole time, her eyes stay locked on Auria’s.
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Auria stares just as hard, unwilling to back down. “I can give you a picture if you’d like to remember what I look like,” Auria snaps at Sabine.
Sabine’s lips curl up, but she says nothing. She simply walks out of the kitchen with her bowl of cereal without saying another word.
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“Psycho bitch,” I mumble once she’s gone.
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“Where does she sleep?” Ayemeline asks Micah. “We need to pay her a visit while she sleeps.”
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Micah glares at her. “I would never tell you.”
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“Why are you protecting her?” she asks.
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“I’m not. I’m protecting you,” Micah tells her.
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Ayemeline laughs. “Seriously? Okay, Micah.”
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I know Ayemeline is crazy, but this Sabine girl has crazy eyes. I think she surpasses Ayemeline’s level of crazy. Besides, no one could stop her when she entered my room and put a knife to Auria’s throat.
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“We do need to do something about her. She’s like a walking grenade. We can’t let her have so much access to us like that,” I tell Micah. I lower my voice and add, “We do need to sneak up on her when she’s asleep.”
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“It’s funny,” Micah says. “The two of you always have the same ideas,” Micah says, pointing between me and Ayemeline.
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I glare at him, and Ayemeline rolls her eyes but says nothing.
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“Anyway, we can’t do that. We can’t touch her. My father wouldn’t allow it,” Micah finishes.
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“Fuck your father,” I explode.
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“Our father,” he corrects me again.
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“Fuck you,” I snap.
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Auria places her hand on my arm. “We will figure it out,” she says calmly.
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I’m not sure we will. I don’t know this girl, but I know she’s not someone I want to underestimate. I’m not willing to sacrifice Auria’s life because I chose to do nothing.
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