The Heir She Loved (Shadows of Sin #4)

35 Everett

November 13th, 2022

The first thing I thought was “She fucking drugged me.”

The second thing was “Don’t panic, she drugged me.”

She did it for a good reason, and whatever reason that was, I would allow her to explore but fuck if it didn’t make me want her even more. I was curious to see what she was going to do now that she had me…

I flexed my hands a little, everything groggy and slow.

Oh. Look at that, she had me tied to the bed.

The fact that she even managed to get me up here was impressive, so I held that pride close to my chest as I forced myself out of the drugged-up state of mind I was in. “Good job, pup. Now show me what else you’ve got.”

We were all trained in this. Trained to fight against the effects of the drugs, to wake up aware and ready to fight as soon as our system allowed us.

I blinked hard and forced my eyes open, my mind quickly waking up. I took in the surroundings quickly. She wasn’t here, but Lucy was. She was sitting in the doorway, watching me carefully.

They planned this together, clearly.

I lifted my head, flexing my fingers as I took in the ribbons she had tied around each wrist. She had me tied up like a starfish. Each wrist strapped to a bed post, each foot tied down as well.

I tested the restraints before looking down. Oh, and look at that, I was naked.

My head fell back onto the pillows, my cock already throbbing and hard. She was going to try and fuck me today.

The pride I felt for her was unmatched, but it was also mixing with the need to break out of these restraints and tie her down, along with worry.

As much as I wanted this, I was so used to being the one tying others up, that my instinct told me I needed to be angry, but I was also worried about her sudden state of mind.

She was on the phone with Evelyn hours ago, which meant she had been sitting in the apartment, working up the courage to do this for hours before I came home and dropped that information on her. I never would have said a thing had I known.

“I told Azrael the day you guys showed up.”

I turned my head, finding Olivia standing in the doorway, one hand on Lucy’s head, wearing a dress for the first time since before that fateful day.

Her hair was down, loose around her shoulders, the dress was black and bright pink, extenuating her curves, her beautiful breasts, her immaculate ass. God, she was beautiful.

“I didn’t know why he didn’t tell you,”

she went on, remaining where she was, “but by the way all of you talked about him, I figured there had to be a reason. There had to be a reason Phil didn’t say anything. There had to be a reason nobody at that compound told you his name when you went back to finish the job.”

Azrael was terrifying when he had an agenda, even more so when he was taken off-guard. Whatever his search was for, Alascer was part of it, and us finding out about him too soon would only detour his overall plan. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

I asked softly. “You hold no allegiance to him.”

“But I do,”

she answered, her brows pulling together as if I should have known that already. “I have an allegiance to all of you. None so more than you, but Azrael…”

She shook her head, looking at the wall across the room, so many thoughts racing through her mind.

After a few seconds, she turned back to me. “Azrael is right. I think that our minds cracked in the same way. Whether that be because we were both born with psychotic tendencies or something much deeper, we are similar.”

“There is nothing wrong with that,”

I told her. It was unsettling, how alike they both were now, but it wasn’t in the way she thought. She didn’t act like him. Maybe their minds were made of the same stuff, but she wasn’t unhinged. She wasn’t on the fence of becoming a psychopathic serial killer. She was just Olivia. Just a woman who had a new craving for death and destruction.

I wanted to nurture and grow those parts of her a long time ago. I hated that they had developed due to the hatred of what happened to her, but it didn’t make my want to help her any less. I could still water her. I could still be the warmth her petals bloomed for.

“I know,”

she said, taking a few steps forward, her eyes turning wild. “I know that, but you guys talk about him like he’s crazy, but he’s not. He’s clearly on the hunt for something bigger than all of us, and you guys can’t see that because all you see is someone who escaped from an asylum and started hunting delusions, but it’s not a delusion. Mr. Alascer wanted to take me away. He touched me and squeezed me and asked about my age. And Phil said that he wanted me for sex trafficking or something much worse, and I think that’s what it is, Everett. I think it’s much worse, and I think Azrael’s been hunting it for a long time and having us get involved when we only know the surface of it would ruin years of planning and stalking and hunting.”

It would be like what happened a few years ago with that pedophile ring. No matter how far we dug, we only managed to kill a few of them. We never made it to the main distribution center.

Azrael was trying to get every root, and that’s what Alascer was, he was a root.

But that didn’t mean we shouldn’t be allowed to help. Alascer touched my girl. He raped my sister for months, his own daughter. I wanted nothing more than to hang him by his femurs from a tree and skin him alive. Shouldn’t we have that option?

I wanted that fucking option.

“What did you talk about?”

she asked, her eyes searching mine. “You, Jack, Rae, and Zo.”

“We talked about our next steps.”

“Why didn’t you help them before?”

“Because Azrael likes to play games, and it doesn’t matter who gets involved, if he doesn’t want us going after someone, then we can’t go after them.”

“But now?”

I tightened my hands around the ribbons. “Now you’re involved, and when Rae found out who it was that was in that van, who it was that almost got his hands on you, it was an effort for Jack to calm her down.”

Olivia straightened, shock touching her features. “Because of me?”

“Because he went after her sister.”

Her breath caught, and I couldn’t help but wonder why. Of course, Rae was her sister. She was apart of The Family. Rae was her sister just as much as Jack was her brother.

I turned away from her, watching the ceiling. “I don’t doubt that they’ll take another detour once this assignment is over. She’ll probably give Azrael an earful.”

Which means I would also hear about it not long after that.

That was just perfect.

I should join their little crusade just to keep that from happening, honestly, but this was about Olivia now. I didn’t care about Azrael’s agenda, his need to be in control of this, Alascer almost got Olivia. He deserved to die a painful death.

“Everett.”

Fuck, I loved it when she said my name.

My eyes shifted back to her, finding her a step closer.

“I need you not to look away from me,”

she said softly, her eyes holding a slight bit of fear to them. “Please.”

I had turned my head because my neck hurt a little, but if she didn’t want me looking away, then I would snap my neck if it meant keeping my eyes on her.

I settled a little deeper into the bed. “What else do you want, pup?”

I was ready to serve her. In any way she wanted or needed, just like before.

Her eyes flicked back to mine, and I had an inkling she had been staring at my completely erect cock that was now laying on my stomach, throbbing every time she fucking breathed.

Her cheeks burned red. “Don’t lie to me.”

I searched her eyes. I would never play that game again if she didn’t want me to. “I love you,”

I said in response, my stomach fluttering at the confession.

Her lips parted slightly, her eyes widening, as if she hadn’t expected me to say it. “Say it again,”

she whispered, taking another step towards the bed.

“I love you,”

I told her, the words far more natural than I ever thought they’d be.

“Again,”

she demanded.

“I love you, Olivia Kingsmen. Every single piece of you, broken, whole, or otherwise. I love your blood lust. I love your love for art and dresses. I love the way you talk to me.”

She had taken another step closer. “How do I talk to you?”

My heart skipped, my breathing picking up, my hands tightening around the restraints. Fuck, I just wanted to touch her. “You talk to me as if I matter,”

I confessed quietly. “As if I’m important.”

“You are important,”

she breathed out, stepping up to the side of the bed. “You’re the most important thing in my life. You’re everything.”

I was a weapon. I was a tool in Malachi’s arsenal. I have always been just a dick with a body attached for as long as I could remember before I became the gun with a body attached.

But Olivia? She saw me just as I saw her. Even when our love was toxic and ‘hate-filled’, she had always seen me.

She glanced down my body and back, finding my eyes again. “How much control do you have?”

she asked, causing my excitement to grow.

“As much as you need,”

I told her, her pupils blown wide.

She sanded her hands together, chewing the inside of her lip, the anxiety and nervousness clear.

“Baby, you don’t have to do this.”

“I want to,”

she said, taking me in again. “I miss you. Just…please.”

I nodded, willing to do whatever it took for her to feel comfortable. Whatever she needed. If this was how it would be for the next ten years, I didn’t care. So long as she got what she needed in order to feel safe, I’d do whatever she wanted.

After a few more seconds, she nodded and made her way to my dresser. She opened the top drawer and pulled a small black bag out before shutting the drawer and making her way to the other side of the bed.

I was curious, but kept my mouth shut. It was a bag I recognized, but by the way she held it, I knew she had emptied it and put something else inside.

She set it on the edge of the bed and, after a few seconds of hesitation, crawled onto it.

It was an effort not to allow my body to react to it. To her getting closer and closer.

From the tension in her muscles and the way she was moving, I knew this was more difficult than she was letting on, but she was still pushing her way through it.

Her eyes found mine for half a second before she slowly, carefully, crawled over my torso, settling on my stomach.

I grit my teeth against the moan crawling its way up my throat when I felt her bare, wet cunt settle on my stomach.

“Everett.”

My eyes found hers again. Shit, I hadn’t realized I looked away. “Sorry, pup.”

There was terror in her eyes as she sat on top of me, her thighs clutching my waist, my cock grazing her ass. We were both breathing hard for entirely different reasons.

She was working her fingers together, watching my eyes unblinkingly.

“I’m right here, baby,”

I told her, pulling at the ribbons a little, feeling them give a little. “We’re in our bed. Ours. Just you and me.”

Her soft throat bobbed, an almost indecipherable nod coming from her. She glanced towards the bag and back before picking it up. “You liked my hand around your throat enough to get it tattooed on your neck,”

she started nervously, “so I, um…I ordered something for you, but only for this,”

she added quickly, finding my eyes again. “Just for when…just for this.”

It wasn’t permanent. I understood that, but did she get me a collar? Oh my God, did she get me a collar?

My question was answered the second she turned back to me, showing me a two-inch-thick black leather collar with a chain already attached to it.

My cock twitched, my eyes finding hers again, a smile touching my lips. Fuck, I had never been so excited. “You going to collar me, pup?”

She nodded, her face bright red. “Yes,”

she breathed out.

Fuck me. I lifted my head, giving her full access, my eyes still trained on her as she carefully leaned forward, glancing at my eyes and back every few seconds.

She was so scared that I would disappear. I wondered if this collar was meant for another, deeper purpose than just a sign of dominance.

Goosebumps erupted over my skin as her fingers trailed along my throat, the weight of the collar more comfortable than I had expected for someone like me.

She buckled it on and slowly sat back, trailing her left hand down the short leash until she was settled back in her spot.

I felt her tighten her grip on it, tug on it, and it took every ounce of strength I had not to let my eyes roll back again. She had control. My Claim, claiming me. “Okay,”

she whispered, glancing back. “Okay.”

“You’re doing so good, Olivia,”

I said, just to say something. I couldn’t handle this. My cock was so goddamn hard. I just wanted to fuck her. I wanted to feel that warm cunt wrap around me. I wanted to bury myself deep inside of her and never come out.

She glanced back towards me before looking back and carefully lifting herself up, scooting back, and settling back down right along the length of my shaft.

I groaned, my body tensing.

Her eyes were locked onto mine, unblinking. “Talk to me,”

she told me, so still, she looked like a statue. “Like you would if the roles were reversed. Like you did before that night. Talk to me.”

Now that I could do.

I allowed my mind to shift back into that role I loved so fucking much. The taunting, teasing, pushing role she had fallen for so long ago. “You’re such a good little whore,”

I told her, shoving my hips up ever so slightly. “Look at you, dripping just for me.”

Her hand tightened around the leash around my neck, her muscles relaxing ever so slightly. “Keep going,”

she told me, shifting her hips a little until I could feel that warm cunt surround my shaft.

“Fuck,”

I moaned. “You’ve been such a bad girl, pup,”

I panted, watching her eyes as they slowly shifted from fear to lust. “You deserve to be punished, you know you do, so take it like the good little whore you are.”

Her lips parted on a breath, her hand pulling at that leash a little more as her hips finally started to move up and down my throbbing shaft.

The sounds that were coming out of me were unholy. “Just like that,”

I praised her. “Show me how you play with it, baby, show me.”

She lowered her body a little more, putting a little more weight on me, her eyes hooded, her body shaking, a soft moan escaping her lips.

“Fuck, that’s it, you’re doing so good,”

I purred for her, pulling against the restraints, my hips bucking up involuntarily.

Olivia fell forward, her nails digging into my stomach, her hair falling over her shoulders, her panting filling the room. “Don’t stop,”

she pleaded, pushing her hips back and pulling them forward, rocking them against me.

“You’re so wet, baby, how long have you been holding that in?”

I panted, the pain from her nails sending a flood of endorphins straight to my brain.

“Fuck,”

she whimpered, looking down to where her dress covered the both of us.

Fuck, was I losing her? “It’s just us, baby,”

I told her, pulling harder at the restraints. “Look at me,”

I ordered.

But she didn’t move, her hips slowing.

“Look at me,”

I snarled.

Her head whipped up, tears lining her wide eyes.

“You fucking whore,”

I growled. “Should I get the paddle? I know how much you wanted it. I know how much you need to feel it.”

“I cheated on you,”

she whispered, every thought in my mind freezing. “I’m sorry. I never came for them, I promise, just you. Only you. I’m sorry.”

I never thought she had. I would never think that. “You didn’t,”

I assured her. “You aren’t their whore, you’re mine.”

“I betrayed the Claim,”

she gaped, tears slipping down her cheeks.

Goddammit. “You didn’t make that choice, baby. It was taken from you and now I’m giving it back to you,”

I told her carefully, my voice dripping in rage. “You are in control, Olivia. You have teeth now. If you don’t want to fuck me, then don’t. If you do, then take what’s yours and fucking own it. Own me! This cock is as much yours as that pussy is mine, and you will give it to me, or I swear to God you’ll regret it.”

I didn’t mean it, not completely, but I needed her back here. I needed her to realize that what they took from her was her ability to choose, and I would give it back to her if it was the last thing I did.

She worked her jaw, her body still once again, her nails going into my stomach.

“You haven’t looked, have you?”

She blinked, so caught off-guard by the question, that it pulled her right back to the present. “Looked at what?”

“At my wrist.”

I honestly didn’t expect her to notice it. The weather was getting cooler, so I was wearing more long-sleeves, more jackets, but I had gotten it when I got that tattoo around my neck. I figured out the perfect name to put under that chess piece on my wrist. A perfect representation of her.

Her eyes lifted to the ribbon, narrowing as she tried to read it, but she wouldn’t be able to. It wasn’t in English.

She sniffed, wiping her cheeks quickly. “What does it say?”

“‘Persephone’,”

I told her, her eyes shooting to mine. “‘Conqueror of me’.”

Her breath caught, her eyes flicking to my wrist and back. “Why would you put that?”

“If I’m Hades, then you are Persephone,”

I explained carefully. “I captured you, fucked you, claimed what was mine. I am the prince of this criminal empire, a killer, and you? You are everything good. You are sunshine and light, you are fire. You were born for this world, but it doesn’t make you any less beautiful. We were made for each other, whatever darkness resides in our veins, whatever has happened or will happen to us, that will always remain true. Always. You are my Persephone, and I will always be your tether. The person who reminds you that your darkness isn’t fucking fatal, it’s what breathes life into you.”

She searched my eyes, so many thoughts rushing through them before she finally pushed herself up a little bit, shifting on my cock, causing it to throb again. She tugged on my leash and settled again. “I want you to be loud, don’t hold back, please.”

I didn’t think I had it in me to hold back. “Okay.”

She wrapped that leash once around her fist and lifted herself up, using her other hand to reach under her dress and wrap around my cock.

“Oh, fuck,”

I moaned, feeling her angle it as her eyes stared unblinkingly into mine.

I felt the tip of it tease her soaking entrance, her lips parting as she slowly, carefully, lowered herself onto it, her eyes filling again.

“Fuck, you’re such a good little whore,”

I panted, gripping those ribbons as she pulled harder on the leash, the pain only causing my cock to throb inside of her. “Spread those legs a little more for me, swallow me whole.”

And she did, widening her knees as she sank onto me, her jaw going slack, her legs trembling.

“Fuck me,”

I panted when she finally settled again.

“Fuck,”

she whined in response, her breathing ragged.

“That’s it, baby, feel it. I need you to feel all of it, every fucking inch. Don’t deny yourself now.”

She closed her eyes—

“Open your fucking eyes,”

I snarled, watching as they flashed open. “You will look at me when you fuck me.”

She had to look at me. She didn’t have a choice. I didn’t want her slipping back into her mind when I was inside of her. I wanted her fully aware that it was me. Only me. It would only ever be me again.

She shifted ever so slightly, and whether it was intentional or not, it did something to the both of us, our labored breathing filling the air.

“Oh, fuck,”

she whimpered. “I missed you,”

she confessed, tears lining her eyes again. “I missed you so much.”

She inhaled sharply, her bottom lip trembling. “I thought you would never come for me. I thought you broke your word.”

The horror of her words filled me so fully, I almost wanted to shake her. Is that what she thought? That I wouldn’t come for her? “I was always coming for you. There was no other option, Olivia.”

Tears fell down her face. “I thought you had given up.”

Holy shit, what the fuck?

What the fuck?

Without thought, without hesitation, I jerked my hands out of those restraints and sat up, grabbing her face and pulling it to mine.

She inhaled sharply, fighting for only a second before she forced herself to stop, forced herself to remain still, her eyes wide. “What the Hell?”

It was an effort not to grab her everywhere. Not to touch her. As it was, I only used one hand to slide behind her neck, the other hovering over her thigh. “I’ll teach you how to do better knots,”

I breathed out, her forehead falling against mine without hesitation. “Listen to me, baby. I was always coming for you. I didn’t care if it took a hundred years, I would have always found you. You’re my girl, Olivia. My…my wife. There wasn’t any other option but to fine you.”

She leaned back, finding my eyes, her grip on my leash having moved up to very near the collar itself, her knees now around my hips. “What?”

My own eyes burned as I searched her beautiful, strange, amazing eyes. “You’re my wife,”

I repeated, the emotions overtaking me. “I would have always found you. I never would have just left you. Ever. Not even for a second.”

I came right before they shipped her off. I showed up seconds before she made her last stand with Phil. If I had been just…just twenty minutes late, she would have been gone. I would have lost her again.

Just the thought had me shaking.

“I will never lose you again,”

I told her, my voice thick. “Ever. This world will never take you from me again.”

Her eyes fell to my lips, her tears a steady stream down her cheeks. “I want to be your partner,”

she said suddenly, her eyes finding mine again. “Not an Initiate, your partner. Teach me. Teach me how to be one of you. A shadow.”

God, they had told her so much over that month. I had almost forgotten that she knew about that. “It’s a lot harder than what Grey did.”

“You told me to start wanting things, and that’s what I want. I want to be a shadow,”

she repeated. “I want to kill right by your side, I want to be unbreakable. I want to tear people apart and beg you to fuck me in the wake of that slaughter. That’s what I want. I want blood and carnage and death, and I want you to be with me when I light the world on fire and then fuck me into submission. I want to be so powerful, the world is too terrified to look me in the eyes.”

Fuck, I loved her. “Baby, I will be the gasoline.”

Her eyes fell back to my lips, her grip tightening around that leash, her body tensing for half a second before she jerked me towards her, her lips slamming against mine.

Both of my hands found her thighs, sliding up them, gripping and pulling at her dress as she started grinding into me, her cunt tightening around my cock, her tongue sliding against mine.

My head spun as I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her against me, deepening the kiss, the smell of her flooding over me, the feeling of her wrapped around me something I missed so fucking desperately.

She started moving her hips faster, circling them and slamming them against mine until she had to break our kiss just to breathe. Her forehead fell against mine, her hand pulling that leash so tight, I thought I might suffocate, but I didn’t care. So long as I suffocated by her hand, I didn’t care.

“Fuck,”

she whimpered, her mouth going slack, her hips working faster. “Fuck, you’re so good,”

she told me suddenly. “Such a good boy.”

A moan fell from my lips, an unknown feeling filling me as my balls tightened. “Say it again,”

I begged her.

“You’re such a good boy, Everett,”

she panted, her cunt tightening. “Getting hard just for me, panting just for me.”

“Oh fuck,”

I whimpered. “It’s all because of you,”

I gasped. “My good little whore, my perfect whore. It’s all for you.”

She groaned, her orgasm bursting though her. “Cum for me, Everett,”

she ordered, trembling on top of me, continuing to fuck me, dragging her own orgasm out. “Cum for your wife.”

The orgasm that ripped through me was unlike any I had felt before. It filled me so fully, I felt it in my toes, in my fingers.

Olivia kept going, her hand sliding back into my hair. “You’re such a good boy,”

she moaned. “Doing everything your whore tells you too.”

Everything was tingling and on fire, my hands gripped tightly into her ass as she rode me through another orgasm.

I was a good boy. I was her good boy, and I would be her good little whore any day of the fucking week so long as she was mine.