Chapter 55 Everett
FIFTY-FIVE
EVERETT
Ilie awake in bed above Blackout, unable to sleep. I think those two days that I was out have fucked with my sleep schedule. Or it could be because I haven’t had a single sip of alcohol.
I tried to push him away. I thought if I trauma dumped all my problems on him, he’d run away. Yet here we are, in bed, and he’s still snuggling up to my back.
But no sex.
I can’t pretend to understand how he must feel. My father and half brother both raped me. Along with his father. That takes time to process. And when he wakes up, he might change his mind and realize I’m not worth it.
Kashton shifts and lets out a moan that makes my thighs clench. Fuck, I’m so horny.
His cock is right at my ass, and I wish he’d take advantage of me. But it just proves that Kashton is a good guy. He’s nothing like our fathers.
I know about his mother committing suicide and how Isabella punished him when she was training them. I know he has abandonment issues and probably feels alone right now because his brothers have moved on. I’ll be everything he needs.
I’m going to be his Lady, take his last name, and make sure he knows he always has me. No matter what, because that’s what a Lady does. I owe him that. He deserves happiness.
If he wants me to wait on him at home, kneeling on the floor when he walks through the front door, then that’s what I’ll do.
A Lady serves her Lord. No matter what.
I just wish I could give him children. I’ve never felt like less of a woman than I do now. I understand it’s my fault. I chose to do what I did, and I must pay the consequences. I just wish I had met him sooner. That things were different.
“Eve,” he says roughly in my ear, “why are you still awake?”
I don’t say anything and instead close my eyes.
“I can feel your heart racing, angel,” he states, and I sigh. His hand travels from my waist up over my chest and to my neck. He wraps his fingers around my throat, and I moan, pushing my ass into his cock. “I’m not going to fuck you.”
“Why not?” I whimper, reaching back behind me, between our bodies to find his pierced dick. “You’re hard.” At least I know his body still wants me.
“And I bet you’re wet.”
I roll my eyes, push him away, and turn over to face him. His eyes are open, but he looks tired. I feel bad for him. I just want to make him feel good, and the only way I know how is with my body.
Is this what a healthy relationship looks like? When a man doesn’t want to have sex with you because he wants to let your body rest? I doubt that’s really the reason why. I want him to use me. “Play with me,” I tell him.
His eyes search mine before they drop to my neck and he runs his tatted knuckles down over my breast. Leaning in, I lick my lips before his touch mine.
I push against him, and he rolls onto his back, his hands gripping my ass, taking me with him, and I straddle his hips, grinding against his hard cock.
Moaning into his mouth, I lift up and reach between us to pull his dick out. Fuck, I need him. “Please?” I beg, pulling away to suck in a ragged breath.
“Get up.” He taps my thigh, and I giggle, falling off him onto my back.
Kashton gets out of bed and exits the room. He returns seconds later with his bag. He sets it on the end of the bed and unzips it before pulling out a few things.
I lie down and swallow, telling myself I’m not going to panic. That it’s going to be okay. That this is my future husband. That I’m not at Dollhouse. Only he touches me now.
“On your stomach,” he orders. “Hands behind your back.”
I roll over and throw the pillow onto the floor so my head can lie flat and do as he says. The bed dips when he crawls onto it, straddling my ass. He crosses my wrists and then wraps something rough around them. If I had to guess, I’d say rope.
Then he gets up and pushes me onto my back. He rips off a single piece of tape, and I close my mouth, swallowing before he gently places it over my lips. His tatted fingers softly press against my mouth, and I moan, arching my hips for him.
“Hard to beg when you can’t talk,” he states, and I whimper, trying to adjust my tied hands behind my back. Then he rolls me onto my stomach once more.
He picks my legs up off the bed and wraps more rope around them, and I try to pull my legs up under me so I can put my pussy and ass in the air, but I can’t.
Mumbled words are all that come from my taped lips when I try to ask what he did. He falls down beside me, and I lift my head to look over at him as he snuggles under the covers.
His eyes roam my face, and his knuckles brush the hair off my cheeks. I wiggle, trying to move, and he smiles.
“I’ve got your legs tied to the footboard, angel. Your arms behind your back and your mouth taped. You’re going to lie here with me until morning.”
My eyes widen and I start to thrash beside him. What? No.
“Hey, calm down, Eve. You’ll hurt yourself.
” He sits up, grabs the covers, and pulls them up over my body before he pulls me into him.
Kashton kisses my forehead. “I told you I’m not going to fuck you tonight, Eve, and I meant that.
Be a good girl and get some rest for me, and I’ll fuck you tomorrow. ”
KASHTON
She struggles for no more than five minutes before her body relaxes into mine and her eyes close. The poor thing is exhausted. She just needed to feel safe. To know that I had her.
I’ve learned that my girl likes being bound. Even if I’m not fucking her. She told me to play with her. This is part of foreplay with her. She likes the unknown. The excitement. What am I going to do next?
I shouldn’t be surprised that she wants me to fuck her this quickly. She needs reassurance that I want her physically. That after what she told me, I’m not disgusted by her.
Her cell lights up on the nightstand, and I pick it up to see it’s Fuckface calling. I take a second to decide if I want to answer it. I’m sure Adam wants to give her a job, and I’m going to tell him hell fucking no.
She’s quitting. No more putting her life in danger. The woman seems to be enough danger to herself. Getting her away from Adam will hopefully help some, and that’s also because the Lords will one day find out that he’s not dead and will go after him. It’s only a matter of time.
Deciding to answer, I put her phone to my ear. “Hello?” I speak softly to not wake her.
“Your cell is off,” he barks.
So this call is for me. “Yeah,” I say, getting out of bed and making sure she’s covered. “Need something?”
He sighs. “We got another video.”
I tense, watching her sleep. Walking out of the bedroom, I grab my bag, needing a cigarette, and move to stand in the hallway. “Who got another video?”
“Bill and me, so I’m assuming that you guys received it as well.”
I enter the living room and drop it on the coffee table and run a hand through my hair.
“I’m guessing it’s Evan sending them to us. He’s the only one who could be accessing the tapes right now. Or knows where they’re at.”
Has Adam not spoken to Bill? “He has them,” I say.
“How do you know for sure?” he asks slowly.
“He attacked Eve last week in her house after we met up with you at Dollhouse. I’ve got cameras at her place, and we watched it. He told her—”
“Wait a second,” he interrupts me. “What do you mean he attacked her? Last week? Why the fuck hasn’t anyone told me?”
Wonder why Bill is also keeping secrets from him? “I’m the only one who has your number,” I snap. “And I’ve been busy.”
“Doing what? Fucking Eve?”
My teeth grind. I hate that he’s fucked her, but I won’t let him talk about her like that. “No. She did her assignment for her initiation.”
He sighs heavily. “How did she do?”
I pause. Why hasn’t Bill told him this? Aren’t they best buds now? “She passed” is all he’s getting from me.
I return to the bedroom to check on her, and she hasn’t moved. “I have my cell with me, but I’m keeping it off.” She gets my attention when she moans, rocking her hips back and forth. I lower my voice, stepping back into the hallway. “Send it to her phone. I’ll delete it afterward.”
“Okay.”
I rub the back of my neck. “Adam?”
“Yeah?”
“What kind of video is this?” I need to know what I’m going to see.
He’s quiet for a moment before he speaks softly. “She’s being punished.”
I duck my head, rubbing my temples at how or why she would be punished. But the truth is they don’t need a reason. It gets them views. Brings in money. There are a lot of sick bastards out there who live to see others suffer.
The phone vibrates in my hand at the incoming message. “I got it. I’ll talk to you soon.” I hang up without another word.
Checking on her again, I turn up the volume just a little on the TV in the bedroom before making my way to the living room. Sitting down on the couch, I open the message and play the video.
It’s another concrete room, and you can hear screams coming from the other side of the door. My chest tightens at the sound. It’s Eve. I’d recognize it anywhere.
The door is ripped open, and Eve is pushed inside. She’s wearing a black latex suit. The only parts of her body that you can see are her bare feet and hands, and from her neck up.
Two men enter behind her, guarding the door. Both are dressed in all black, complete with guns strapped to their thighs and handcuffs on their belts.
Eve is on the floor. No longer screaming but now groaning in pain from the fall.
“What now?” Evan barks, entering the room and slamming the door behind him. He locks all four inside the room.
“Suicide attempt, sir. Tried to hang herself,” the one on the right states.
Fuck, Eve.
“Goddammit,” he hisses. “Where the fuck did she get something to hang herself?”
“She was cold…”
“So you gave her a blanket?” Evan snaps.
“A sheet, sir.” One huffs, offended that they’d allow her such luxury. “There were only a few scraps of one. We found it…”
“Found it what?” Evan demands, placing his hands on his hips, glaring at them.
“Amusing,” the other one finishes, clearing his throat.