Chapter 50 Kashton
FIFTY
KASHTON
“Motherfucker,” I shout, hitting the steering wheel.
Honestly, I’m not sure why I’m surprised. I knew this was coming. This is what I wanted. The Lords just gave me her assignment for her initiation to be my Lady. All she has to do is pass and she’s mine.
The thing about Eve is that they know who she is. They know where she’s weak and what drives her mad. And they always use that against you. She will be no different. They want to test her to see how much she can take. And right now, I’m concerned about just how little it’ll take before she breaks.
Getting out of my car, I walk into the motel room, and she turns to face me, gun raised right at my head.
I smirk, leaning up against the closed door.
“You look pretty happy about the possibility of getting shot.” She arches a dark brow.
She’s barely spoken to me in the past week. I haven’t said much to her either, though. I’ve been trying to navigate what to do. Between what I now know about her past and Haidyn, I’ve been confused and running in circles.
I’m afraid if I try to talk to her about it, it’ll bring up bad memories. I don’t want her to hurt more than she already is. Especially after how she reacted about the therapist. But right now, she looks more like the woman I fell in love with than she has in the past week.
She’s dressed in black skinny jeans that hug her long legs with a tight-fitting T-shirt and matching leather jacket that’s unzipped.
Her bleached-blond hair is pulled off her face in a high ponytail—not a single hair out of place—and her makeup is light.
She looks like she’s ready for me to take her out for a movie. Not for a job.
“Do what you have to do, angel,” I tell her what she told me on the phone.
I was furious that she ran the moment I left her alone.
I had every intention of hauling her home, stripping her naked, and putting her in a cell.
And after the text I got, that might still happen, it just won’t be at Carnage.
I cross my arms over my chest, noticing the dead guy on the floor. One bullet right between the eyes. My girl never misses. If she were to ever shoot me, at least I know it’d be a fatal shot. Unless her point was just to wound me.
She snorts and moves to place the gun on the dresser, then she’s rushing me. My angel wants a fight. That’s what I promised her.
I’m knocked back into the door when she leaps onto me.
She’s like trying to give a feral cat a bath.
Her open hands hit at my face, and her legs wrap around me.
I walk over and fall onto the bed, smashing her underneath me to have the advantage.
Not like I need it. I’m letting her take her frustration out on me.
The dead guy on the floor wasn’t enough for my girl. He was too easy of a target.
Sitting up, I manage to grab her flailing arms and flip her onto her stomach.
She lets out a scream of frustration and bucks when I bring them behind her back and pin them in place with one hand while the other removes my belt.
Then I’m wrapping it around her forearms over and over before I turn her back over.
I didn’t need to tie it off. It’ll hold good enough for now.
“Kash,” she growls
I straddle her hips and smile down at her while she tries to get her breathing under control. I haven’t even broken a sweat. “Is this what you wanted, Eve?” I ask calmly.
It just pisses her off more. She grinds her teeth and arches her back.
“Remember that night in the cemetery?” Her eyes narrow on mine and I lower myself on top of her, my lips trailing along her racing pulse. “When I asked you if you wanted me to save you from a rapist? Then you could reward me by letting me have my way with you while you begged me like a good whore?”
She bucks wildly at my words. “Fuck you—”
I wrap my hand around her throat and sit up, watching her pretty narrowed eyes shoot daggers at me. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Eve.” I sit on top of her while she fights to breathe. “I’ll give you whatever you need.”
Her painted lashes flutter and her body starts to soften underneath me.
Letting go, she gasps and coughs. I get up off her and stand next to the edge of the bed, pulling her to a sitting position. “Deep breaths, angel,” I command, listening to her sputter.
Reaching around her, I undo the belt and toss it to the floor, and then I rip her jacket off her arms.
I lay her back down and squat to remove her boots. I untie the laces, rip them from the eyelets, and then do the same with the other before I pull them off. Then I stand, undoing her jeans, and pull them down her shaking legs. “I’m disappointed. I thought you wanted a fight.”
Her only response is a cough.
I take her left ankle and bend her knee to her chest, bring her left arm down, and use one of her shoestrings to tie her wrists to her ankle, then repeat the process to the other. It’s not the best, but it’s all I’ve got to work with at the moment.
“Your underwear is soaked.” I run my fingers over the wet spot on her white thong. “Did he touch you? Did it turn you on when he attacked you?” I ask, referring to the dead guy who is still in the room with us.
She’s still trying to get her breathing under control and chooses to ignore me.
I lean over her trembling body and grip her cheeks. “Eve? Did you let him touch what’s mine?”
Clenching her jaw shut, she refuses to respond. Glancing around the room, I yank a pillow from the headboard and grab the end of the pillowcase and shake the pillow out.
“Kash?” She gasps.
“Too late, angel. You had your chance to speak.” I hold the polyester fabric out in front of me, twisting it a few times to tightly roll it up and then slide it underneath her head so I can wrap it once around her neck.
“I—”
I pull the ends tight, cutting off her words.
Eve rises up a bit, her head a few inches off the bed.
I push forward and tenderly kiss her parted lips.
“This is me proving my point, angel.” I make sure to talk slowly so she can follow what I’m saying.
Right now, her bottle green eyes are large and swimming with tears that haven’t fallen yet.
Her body fights the restraints while she desperately tries to breathe.
“You do not allow any other man to kiss, touch, or fuck you. No one gets to play with what’s mine, do you understand that? ”
Her pouty lips open and close, but nothing comes out.
“Your job does not matter. No other man matters. I’m all that matters to you. You are my whore, and you will be my Lady,” I remind her. She doesn’t know it yet, but it’s going to happen sooner rather than later.
Kissing her lips once more, I pull away and let go of the pillowcase but leave it wrapped around her neck.
Her head falls to the bed, and she sucks in a deep breath. I unzip my jeans, pull my hard cock out through my boxer briefs, and then crawl onto the bed. Pushing her underwear to the side, I slide my cock into her. She’s ready for me.
The argument we had on the phone.
The fight with the dead man on the floor.
What little foreplay we’ve had.
It has her all worked up. I don’t have time to tie her up and let her sit in the corner with her ass and pussy filled while she comes all over herself. This is as close to a ‘playtime’ as I can do right now. I’ve been on the clock since I received that text.
Leaning forward, I place my arms behind her knees, shoving her feet and arms into the air.
She whimpers at the position, trying to arch her back, but my weight is on top of her. “Beg me to fuck you,” I order. “Be my dirty angel and beg me for it like a good whore.”
“Please.” She licks her lips before sucking in a deep breath. “Please, Kash…fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”
I pull my hips back and slam forward, making her body tremble. I do it again, and her eyes fall shut. “I need…”
“Look at me when I’m fucking you.”
They spring open, and I give her a soft smile. Goddamn, she’s so fucking beautiful. “What do you need, Eve? Tell me.” I slowly pull my cock out and watch her squirm with need under me when I don’t put it back into her needy cunt immediately.
“I need you to hurt me,” she whispers.
My girl does love the pain. “Don’t you dare close your eyes. I want them on me, angel. Understand?”
“Eyes on yours,” she agrees.
I slide my achingly hard cock slowly into her cunt, loving the sound of her breath catching.
Grabbing each end of the pillowcase still wrapped around her neck, I tighten my fingers on the material and hold it into the bed, cutting off her air once more while I fuck her tight cunt until I’m watching her beautiful tear-filled eyes roll into the back of her head.
EVERETT
I lie on the hard and cheap mattress, staring up at the ceiling while Kashton is propped up on his elbow next to me.
His free hand lightly runs along my neck.
The room has finally stopped spinning, and I have my breathing under control while his cum leaks from my pussy.
I should be embarrassed. I got off. Came all over his pierced cock like the trained whore I am.
But that’s what I wanted. He chased me down and reminded me of who I am—his.
“How do you feel?” He breaks the silence.
I glance up into his worried blue eyes that are grazing my body.
“I’m not going to get sick,” I assure him. His eyes meet mine and he frowns as if he doesn’t believe me. “I’m not as fragile as you think.” I almost roll my eyes that I have to clear my throat after him choking me out. I’ve got a pounding headache, but other than that, my body feels amazing.
“I never said you were.”
“Would you have fucked me had I not attacked you?” He needed to assert his dominance. Put me in my place. That’s why I did what I did, and I need to know that he didn’t see me as weak. I lower my voice to say what’s been on my mind. “You haven’t touched me in a week, Kash.”
Cupping my face, his soft blue eyes search mine.
“I didn’t want to scare you,” he admits, and I hate that I even put that thought in his head.
“I know you don’t believe me, but I’m really trying to do the right thing, but I don’t know what that is.
” I open my mouth to speak, but he goes on.
“No one has ever cared about your feelings or overall mental health. Is it so bad that I do?”
I don’t know how to respond to that because I would rather him tie me up and fuck me than talk about my problems or my past. I’m fucked up.
“I want to take care of you.”
“And you’re going to accomplish that by chaining me up in the basement?” I ask sarcastically, referring to our argument during our phone call.
“Yeah,” he replies simply, causing me to swallow nervously and then flinch at how tender my throat is.
It’s his mother. Kashton failed her. He saw her locked up day after day, and a part of him knew that as long as she was in there, she was safe from the world his father forced him to live in.
Kashton thinks the only way to protect me is to throw me in a cell and keep hold of the only key.
I’ll be untouchable to anyone but him. It sounds as pleasing as it is terrifying.
I’ve always been caged. It became home. Is that why I ran back to Carnage for him so fast? It was all I knew for so long. I crave the pain, his touch, and the need to please him. My past has shaped me into who I am just as much as his has.
I sit up, and his hand falls from my neck as he does the same. I get out of bed and turn my back to the mirror to face him while he stands on the opposite side. “Will you hand me my jeans?” He removed them on that side of the bed.
“Get undressed,” he orders, his now heated stare dropping to my shirt. “You don’t need your clothes.”
“I have to drive home.” As much as I want to be his toy tonight, we have to get out of here. I have to call in this job to have the dead man’s body removed.
“Leave your car. You’ll ride with me,” he states. Problem solved.
“I’m not leaving my car here.” Fuck, he’s being more unreasonable than usual. “It’ll get stolen.” At the very least, it’ll get broken into.
“I’ll buy you a new one. Whatever you want.”
Goddammit. “I like my car. I want my car.” I sound like a spoiled brat, but he’s being a dick.
His cell goes off, and he pulls it out of his pocket and reads over a message. Then he puts it away, bends down, and grabs my jeans. “Go ahead.” He tosses them onto the bed in the center. “But just so you know, I’m going to be ripping those off you again soon.”
I grab my jeans and go to the restroom really quick. After washing my hands, I slide them on, and I hear my phone go off.
Opening up the message from an unknown number, my stomach drops at what’s written across it.