Chapter 24
W hy does this pussy have to belong to this person? It’s as hot as I imagine a demon’s would be. Hotter actually, and not just temperature. I haven’t even ventured inside yet. I’m still just massaging her lips. Lips that are so wet it’s like a slip-n-slide for my fingers.
Fuck, she feels good. Better than I hoped.
I don’t get it. Her pussy likes me enough to be this lubricated, but her eyes are closed tight, face turned away like she can’t stomach the sight of me.
Good thing I don’t need her stomach to make her come.
Selfishly, I would prefer to have her eyes. And her lips… After watching them spew insults at me all week, I’d love to test their ability to handle something else, something bigger, see how they look with something other than hatred dripping from them—cum or saliva, I don’t care.
But this isn’t about me. For once. All I ever fucking think about is myself. Always stuck in my own head, worrying about my own shit.
Ever gives me someone else to think about, to care about.
She wants silence? Fine by me. I only speak to her because I have to.
As long as she’s not the silent one. She’s still gonna talk, right? Tell me if she likes what I’m doing?
She better. Money only inflates my bank account, not my ego.
Ever’s hips buck forward. “Are you going to fuck me already or not?”
“Mm. Not,” I say just to piss her off.
And because she’s pissing me off. She’s always pissing me off.
Those azure eyes finally find mine. “Then why are you—”
“I said I’d get you off and I will.”
“You also said your dick was mine but—”
“My dick is yours,” I snap before I realize what I’m saying.
My dick’s never been anyone’s other than mine. Shit. This is happening and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
“All of me is. For the next three years.”
The brows above her eyes inch closer together and her gaze drops.
Is that shame I see? Where was this humility when she was threatening her professor over me?
“Keep that in mind the next time you think about going to such great lengths marking your territory,” I bite out, pissed all over again. Always angry, always—
“Maybe if you’d let me mark my territory by glazing your dick with my cum, I wouldn’t have to.”
Jesus fuck, that’s what I’m talking about. From my tongue down to my cock, glaze me like a doughnut, Ever Munreaux.
On a growl, I thrust two fingers into Ever’s demon cunt, skipping the one-finger prep job I’d usually do. She drives me fucking crazy, makes me feel different than I ever have before. She…
She makes me feel.
It’s already happened—I’m hers—and I wouldn’t stop it even if I could. After years of the same shit on repeat, I feel emotions again, too many and too much, but they’re new, they’re…something. In a long line of absolutely nothing, they’re definitely something.
I grasp her chin with my left hand, my mouth aiming for hers, but she twists away with a gasped, “No.”
Again?
She’ll fuck the help but won’t kiss the help.
I could turn her face back to mine so easily, barely any effort at all, but the fear of her biting my tongue off keeps me from doing it.
That and the fact I want her to want it. I want her to want anything I do to her. I’m offering myself up willingly, not because I’m being paid to—if anything, I shouldn’t be doing this because I’m being paid—but because I can’t see another man touch Ever the way Mallory did tonight. One look at him groping Ever’s ass and I had to stop myself from not only removing his hands from her body but his as well. I probably would’ve if he put up the smallest bit of fight. Thankfully he was a little bitch and let me pull Ever right out of his grasp.
Mallory Larson may have a lot going for him, but he doesn’t have Ever Munreaux writhing on his fingers, dying to come. I do.
“Do you like that?” I ask, earning a nod but no eye contact.
Curling my fingers inside her pussy, not so much pumping, just playing, I step to the side of her and press up against the underside of her clit, my palm also massaging the outer portion for dual stimulation.
“Do you like that ?”
Another nod, this one with some panting. It’s not words but sounds work, too.
I guess.
I’d prefer words. I’d prefer to see how the devil’s spawn kisses. And what her eyes do during an orgasm. Some girls’ widen. Others’ close tight. A select few have even watered.
“Look at me.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“It’s awkward.”
I don’t know why girls think that. It’s not true at all.
“More awkward than finger-fucking a girl that hates you?” Because this shit feels pretty damn awkward.
It’s a few seconds before Ever says, “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never fingered a girl that hates me.”
“You’ve fingered a girl?”
“Only myself.”
If my cock wasn’t already hard as a rock, it would be now.
“Have you recently?”
She nods.
“Yeah? What were you thinking about when you did?”
Her swallow is so loud it triggers my own. “I…”
“Tell me,” I practically plead.
“We’re in your Bronco.”
I knew it. I knew she didn’t stop at just drawing me. She uses me as inspiration for getting herself off. I fucking knew it.
“What else?”
I increase pressure from both directions, adding a roll to my wrist like a wave coming in from the sea to knead the shore gently but thoroughly.
“Knees on the backseat, I’m leaning on the center console as I’m pounded into from behind.”
Fuuuck.
My cock leaks, drooling over the vision Ever’s creating in my head.
“I’m right on the edge. About to come. Oh, Goddess.”
Ever’s hand covers mine and she forces my fingers deeper into her. Even from this angle, I see her jaw drop.
No, damn it.
“Keep going,” tears out of me.
“Then I… Then I…”
Come on. Come on.
“What? What happens?”
Ever’s pussy gets about ten times wetter as her body shakes, the breath flowing from her open mouth sputtering. My bottom lip catches on her bare shoulder as I watch her come, my own breathing interrupted once again. No one steals my breath like Ever Munreaux.
My protectee suddenly stills and rotates her head toward mine.
I pull back to look in her eyes, studying them for any additional moisture. She didn’t cry for me but her pussy sure the fuck did.
“Then I looked up and met your eyes through the windshield…”
Through the windshield? Wasn’t I—
“Making me come all over some random’s dick while you watched from outside your very own car.”
Her lips split from laughter.
I rip my hand out of her panties and step several feet away.
“Fantasies aren’t real for a reason. That shit’ll never happen.”
“It wasn’t a fantasy, Major. It was a promise.” The front of her dress is already back in place but she smooths it anyway, telling me, “Remember that next time you offer to fuck me without following through.”
Feet frozen to the floor, all I can do is watch her breeze past me. What the fuck did she just say? She’s threatening me ?
I stick the two fingers I just had in Ever’s pussy into my mouth and suck her juices clean off. Mm, mm, mm. Mouthwatering.
“See you in the limo.”
Through a whole-face scowl, I drop my hand and spin to follow her.
She huffs but doesn’t say anything as she leaves the bathroom, me hot on her heels because who the fuck does she think I am letting her walk through this party alone? And risk that motherfucker Mallory putting his hands on her again? I don’t think so. He’ll be eating dirt before getting a taste of what I just did.
Because I lied about her limo being ready, we have to wait out front for a few minutes, neither of us so much as acknowledging the other’s presence. Once the limo pulls up, she scrambles into it, opting to sit as far away from me as she can possibly get.
Like I care. Like I fucking care. I only put her shoes on for her, and wore her bracelet for her, and finger-fucked her to climax. So what if I didn’t fuck her? I do everything else for the ungrateful little brat.
“You’re welcome,” leaves my lips before I’ve even made the decision to say it aloud.
“Excuse me?” she snarls from her spot near the partition, making the next decision for me. Not only did I mean to say that shit, I’m doubling down.
Leaning forward, I look her right in the eyes, and repeat, “You’re. Welcome.”
“For giving me blue lips?”
“Blue what ?”
“Lips! I’m all swollen from the amount of blood down there.” She gestures wildly at her crotch. “And without a release—”
“You got a release. You got a fucking release!” I dust off my thighs as I sit back. “So just say thank you and—”
Something sails through the air so fast, it hits me in the forehead before I can react. By the time I realize what’s happened, the object is in my lap.
Staring down at one of Ever’s high heels, I grit out, “What the shit was that?”
A singsonged, “You’re welcome,” is the response I get.
I snap the heel off the shoe. Broken, like my patience.
Fuck her shoes. Fuck her. I’m done being nice.
Ever deadpans, “Those were vintage.”
I toss both pieces on the floor between us. “Well, now they’re trash.”
She takes the other one off, but this time I’m watching and am able to knock it away before impact. This is exactly why her shoe privileges were revoked. She can’t be trusted with anything that can be used as a weapon.
“I hate you,” she seethes.
I shrug. “Not as much as I hate you, brat.”
“I knew your wrists were weak but I didn’t know your fingers were, too.”
Oh, now she’s going for the jugular.
“My fingers work fine. Your pussy’s just—” I cut myself off, unable to lie. There was nothing wrong with her pussy. I’d slurp that cunt like soup.
“Just what?”
“I don’t know, Ever. It’s hard to think clearly while concussed.”
“You are not concussed.”
I don’t respond and neither does she, so I pretend to look out the window, the weight of her gaze relentless.
Does she feel bad? Enough to nurse me back to health?
Quieter, she asks, “Are you?”
Hmm, no. But I’ll give myself a concussion if it brings her back over here.
Looking at her again, I force another shrug. “Yeah.”
Come on, Ever. Come take care of me.
She doesn’t though. She just says, “Good,” probably because she’s incapable of caring for anyone other than herself.
“If I’m not outside your room in the morning, it’s because I died in my sleep,” I say, laying it on thicker than unstirred peanut butter.
“Maybe you should close your eyes now and see. That way the driver can take your body straight over to the morgue.” She follows her cruel suggestion with a smug-ass smirk I’d kiss off her if she let me.
She may be evil but by God is she gorgeous, especially when she smiles. I don’t even care that it’s about my death, only that she’s no longer ignoring me.
I roll my eyes at her…and myself. Banter shouldn’t turn me on the way it does.
A vibration on my stomach jolts me awake, this time without the usual accompanying scent of honey. I crack an eye to see…my phone.
It’s this manor, specifically this wing of it. Ever’s scent is so strong, it fucking tortures me. Every morning, I wake up feeling as if she’s right next to me, and I can’t stop the disappointment whenever I discover she’s not.
It’s insane to even consider. She would never come to me willingly, not like that.
My phone’s screen lights up, and I lift it off my stomach. Last thing I remember was returning a text to my mom, so I must’ve fallen asleep still holding it. Checking for her response, I find a notification for Ever’s door instead. It’s 2:57 a.m. Where’s she going?
Nowhere without me.
I drag my ass out of bed, my eyes at half-mast and blurry because I’m fucking beat. I don’t know how the hell Ever’s awake right now. She did way more cheer shit than I did today.
Yesterday. Whatever.
A body much bigger than Ever’s standing in the middle of the hallway puts all of my muscles on lock, prepped for fucking battle, until it spins to face me.
“Mr. Brantley? Is that you?” Chef Ryan whispers.
Who else would it be?
“Crue.”
“Right. Yes. Mr. Crue Brantley.”
My head shakes. I don’t have the patience for this shit. Just get to the point already.
“What’s up?”
“I apologize. I must’ve mixed up the doors.”
He knocked on Ever’s door thinking it was mine? Fuck. Hopefully Ever didn’t hear it.
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“There’s a…” He jiggles his head. “I’m not sure how to describe it but it sounded like someone, a person, you know…perhaps, was trying to get in through my window. And I thought…”
“The house alarm wasn’t tripped, was it?”
“Uh, no, I don’t believe so.”
“It’s probably fine.”
No offense to Ryan, his food’s good and all, but I don’t particularly care about someone going into his room. Only if they make it up to Ever’s.
“That’s a good point. I didn’t think of that.”
He hesitates, looking more spooked than awkward. For a second, I consider the possibility that Arthur lied and there really is an external threat against Ever. Could be. She is fucking irritating.
“I can check it out if it’d make you feel better,” I half-suggest, half-sigh.
I wasn’t hired to protect him, but if someone is trying to break into Munreaux Manor, better I know now than if they do get near Ever.
“Sure. Okay. Yes, I would like that. Appreciate you, uh, doing so. Thank you.”
Jesus.
“Show me which room.”
I take my phone with me, just in case Ryan did wake up Ever and she gets any ideas. She has more energy than my parents’ golden retriever.