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  1. Foreword
  2. Preface
  3. 1
  4. 2
  5. 3
  6. 4
  7. 5
  8. 6
  9. 7
  10. 8
  11. 9
  12. 10
  13. 11
  14. 12
  15. 13
  16. 14
  17. 15
  18. 16
  19. 17
  20. 18
  21. 19
  22. 20
  23. 21
  24. 22
  25. 23
  26. 24
  27. 25
  28. 26
  29. 27
  30. 28
  31. 29
  32. 30
  33. 31
  34. 32
  35. 33
  36. 34
  37. 35
  38. 36
  39. 37
  40. 38
  41. 39
  42. 40
  43. 41
  44. About the Author
  45. About the Author
  46. Also by S.L Gray
  47. Off the Record
  48. Book 2 in Co-op Corrupted Duet

Carter doesn’t ease in this time. Doesn’t hold back, doesn’t wait, doesn’t hesitate. He slams forward, stretching me so suddenly, so completely, I barely have time to suck in a breath before I feel the full, overwhelming thickness of him inside me, filling me to the point of insanity, pressing so deep it knocks a cry straight from my throat. “F—fuck, Carter!”

I jolt against the bed, my fingers clawing at his shoulders, my entire body trembling as my walls clamp around him, squeezing, adjusting, pulsing at the sheer size of him, the way he stretches me in a way that still feels impossible. He doesn’t move.

He grips my hips in an iron hold, his fingers digging in so deep I already know I’ll feel him tomorrow, holding me still, not letting me adjust, not letting me escape the intense, burning fullness of him, the brutal, overwhelming way he’s stretching me wide open.

Fuck I can’t take it. I throw my head back, arching beneath him, my back barely skimming the bed as my hips involuntarily jerk forward, trying to get him to move, to fuck me, to do something, anything because this is too much, too deep, too intense, too…

“Tate!”

The name rips from my mouth before I can stop it, pure instinct, pure desperation, pure fucking need.

Carter loses his goddamn mind. A low, guttural growl rumbles from his chest, his grip tightening, his nails sinking into my skin, his entire body tensing like he’s barely holding himself back. “What the fuck did you just say?”

I can’t even process what I did, what I said, can’t even find the words to explain myself before Carter fucking snaps. He pounds into me, hard. The force knocks the breath from my lungs, makes me cry out, makes my fingers dig into his shoulders, makes my legs tighten around his waist as he slams into me again, deeper, rougher, faster, like something in him just broke loose, like he’s lost in it, lost in the way I just called for his brother while he’s buried inside me.

“Say it again Haven.”

His voice is rough, almost unrecognizable, his body crashing into mine, his hips snapping forward without restraint, fucking me like he wants to ruin me completely. “Louder.”

I can’t even breathe, can’t even think, can barely hold on as he keeps driving into me, as his hands tighten, as his cock fills me over and over and over, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through every inch of my body.

“Call for him, baby.”

His fingers curl softly around my throat, his other hand pinning my hips in place, holding me still as he fucks me harder, making my mind go blank, making my body beg for more, making my lips part, making the sound slip from my mouth before I can stop it.

“Tate—”

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Carter