Carter's POV
I know I'm torturing myself by doing this. Still, ever since I discovered cameras in my casino's VIP area, I can't stop watching the videos from that night. The night when I made her a woman, damn! How did I not think of it before? The way she sensually parted her lips when I thrust into her, her scent, her soft skin, and her inexperienced yet electrifying hands, they could only belong to Kelsea.
I look at the erection in my pants and adjust it uncomfortably. I could go and sleep with any w***e, but I have a feeling that no woman will satisfy the thirst I have to be with her again, to have her in my arms and hear her moan in ecstasy. Damn it! Kelsea Anderson is my downfall; she's the woman who can and has done everything for me.
I replay the video for the fourth time, tortu
