Chapter 13 Everett #2
A man comes running in, and my stomach drops. He’s the worst. “What the fuck is going on?” he demands.
“Take care of her.” My father nods toward me.
Panic grips my chest when the man grabs a hold of my hair and yanks me off the bed by it. I’m screaming around the gag while he rips pieces out. He shoves me into a room, and I trip over my feet. “Fucking bitch,” he hisses. “I don’t know why he chose to keep you.”
As I’m trying to catch my breath, he picks me up and places my body on the spanking bench. I’ve been here a lot lately. More than usual. I wish they’d go too far and just kill me.
“More fucking trouble than you’re worth.”
My arms are smashed underneath me since he’s got me face down on the bench. He picks up the rope that’s secured to the floor and wraps it around my neck to keep me from going anywhere. Then he straps my legs down with my ass up in the air.
I hear the swoosh of his belt being removed from his slacks seconds before it hits my ass. I bite down on the rubber ball gag, my breath momentarily taken away from the pain. He does it three more times, and then I see the black leather fall to the floor through my tear-filled eyes.
His heavy breathing fills the room, and I know what’s coming. He gets excited when my father puts him in charge of me. It’s a power trip for him.
“I’m not removing that gag to fuck your face because you’ll just bite my dick. And your cunt is proving to be useless lately, but your ass isn’t.”
I fight the restraints, feeling the rope tighten around my neck when I try to pull away.
The sound of him hawking a loogie makes me gag before I feel wetness on my ass. Tears run down my face, and I sob into the restricting ball shoved into my mouth.
I fucking hate them. All of them.
“You’ll break eventually, bitch. They all do.”
I’m standing in the office at the cathedral, going through files. I document everything.
The Lords don’t give a shit about what happens once the Lord is dead and the body collected, but I do. I keep records of who comes in and why, as well as whether they survive or have to be buried.
My cell vibrates on the desk, and I pick it up to read over the text.
Don’t be late.
Rolling my eyes, I lock my phone without responding. I’ll get there when I get there.
Turning back to the filing cabinet, I place the picture of the dead Lord into the file as the door opens and closes. “I don’t need an escort.” I turn, smiling, but it drops off my face when I see who it is. “Kash?” I say, hating the way my voice squeaks. “What are you doing here?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he leans his back against the door, crosses one ankle over the other, and shoves his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.
His gaze drops to my black Gucci heels before slowly running up my freshly shaved legs and white minidress.
It’s got long sleeves and a high neckline.
There’s nothing revealing about it other than it’s tight fitting and short.
His blue eyes linger on my neck for a few seconds before they roam my face and finally find mine. Pushing off the door, he doesn’t look away from me as he reaches back and locks it.
I swallow nervously, trying to calm my racing heart. “I have somewhere to be,” I inform him, rubbing my sweaty hands down my thighs.
He smirks at me, and it makes my knees weak. “This won’t take long.” Striding over to the desk, he removes something from his back pocket, and my pulse races when he drops a set of handcuffs on the desk. “Get undressed and put these on.”
“Kashton,” I breathe, trying to think of a way to get the fuck out of here.
He shoves his leather jacket off his shoulders and tosses it over the armrest before sitting in the center of the couch. His tatted arms span the back of the cushions, and he sinks down into it as his legs fall open.
It’s the first time I’ve gotten a look at him without a jacket or hoodie on.
He’s covered in ink, but the one that stands out the most is on his arm.
A woman dressed in a nun costume, hiding everything but her face.
A ball gag is in her mouth, with drool dripping from her bottom lip and running down her chin, makeup smeared, and an upside down cross on her cheek.
It makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise.
“I’m waiting, Eve.” His eyes devour me in a way that makes my pussy tighten. “I’d hate to have to rip it off you.”
“I don’t have time for this.” I storm to the door. Unlocking it, I yank it open and yelp in surprise when I see a man standing in the way of my exit.
He steps into the doorway and places both hands up on the top of the doorframe.
“You were right,” he says to Kashton before his stare drops to my chest. He licks his lips.
“Is this an invitation to watch?” His gaze meets mine and he smirks.
“Or do I get to join?” Dropping his hands, he starts to step into the office, but I slam the door shut in his face and lock it.
I can hear his laughter through the door as I rest my forehead against the cool wood, trying to get my erratic breathing under control before I face Kashton.
He has me cornered. I can’t escape him. And he was right; there are Lords who want me dead.
Sin and Elli didn’t even stay for dinner last night.
Her demeanor changed the moment Bill walked into the dining room.
Sin noticed, and they left. I felt bad for Janice because she was so confused about why they left without eating, but I was also happy for Elli.
Sin knew she didn’t feel safe and Sin removed her from the situation.
I don’t consider myself weak anymore, but I can’t fight off multiple Lords. Kashton is all I have. And that thought is unsettling. I know what it feels like to be helpless, and I’m terrified to feel that again.
My heart hammers in my chest and I swallow the excess saliva in my mouth. I push off the door and turn to face Kashton. He still sits on the couch, looking relaxed as can be. Patiently waiting for me to give in to his demands.
I rush over to the desk and yank open the top drawer. My stomach drops when I notice what’s missing.
“Looking for this?”
My head snaps up to see he’s holding my gun in his hand. My teeth grind, and I slam the drawer shut. He must have snuck in here when I was cleaning up the Lord. “Here to kill me?” I cross my arms over my chest.
He pushes back the slide, removing the chambered bullet, then unloads the magazine. “I’m not here to hurt you, Eve.”
Like I believe that shit. “Then what do you want?” I growl.
“To play with you.”
I look away and try to think of a way out. If I give him an inch, he’ll take a mile. This is what they do.
“You know…” He trails off, and I glance back at him to see him pulling something out of the pocket of his jacket that still lies over the armrest. My breath catches when he leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees while looking at the item between his fingers.
“I’m not leaving until I get what I want, angel. ”
I swallow nervously when he glances up at me.
“We can do it your way or mine.” He shrugs carelessly. “Your way will take longer, though.”
“What…what is my way?” I stammer with a heavy tongue.
He smirks. “Your way is I get up, bend you over that desk, and insert this into your neck.” He holds up the syringe.
“Returning the favor. Thanks, by the way. That was the best sleep I’ve had in a while.
” I roll my eyes when he smiles. “You’ll be out anywhere from two to four hours, and when you wake up, you’ll be naked and hog-tied on the floor. ”
Butterflies swirl in my stomach, and he sits back on the couch. “Or we do it my way.”
“What’s your way?” I whisper breathlessly. I can’t afford to be out that long. I have plans tonight, and if I don’t show up, they will come here looking for me. The last thing I need is them finding me naked and hog-tied at this Lord’s feet.
“Come here,” he commands, and I know it’s the only answer I’m going to get. He wants me to submit. Willingly.
The two words are like a shot of adrenaline to my body. I can’t fight it. I slowly walk over to him, and he gets to his feet. His eyes are on mine as he reaches up and slides his finger into the collar of my dress, softly caressing my heated skin.
I drop my gaze to his chest, unable to look at him. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched, but my body remembers what it felt like.
“Eyes on mine, Eve.”
I meet his intent stare, and he runs his free hand over my racing pulse. “When I’m touching you, you look at me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” The words are automatic, and they disgust me. What he’s able to do in a matter of seconds… I’ve become the old me. The one who sits, crawls, and begs for attention. The one who was helpless and trapped.
I swore I’d never go back to that, yet here I am. I guess no amount of time can change someone. I’ll be his whore, and he’ll use me however he wants.
“Go get the handcuffs.” He drops his hands from my body.
I turn and close the small distance between me and the desk, picking them up. Walking back to him, I hold them out. He takes them and says, “Get undressed.”
I’m on autopilot. He’s in full control. I’m just a willing servant at this point. A light switch flipped on, and a sour taste fills my mouth at what I’m about to let him do.
Reaching down, I grab the hem of my dress and pull it up and over my head before tossing it to the side. I hook my fingers into the waistband of my thong and push it down.
“Leave the heels on,” he orders, and I clear my throat. “Turn around.”
I’m glad to oblige and take a shaky breath when I have a second to look at anything but him. I place my hands behind my back without being told—I know what he wants.