Chapter 20 Everett
TWENTY
EVERETT
What in the fuck is he doing here, and why the fuck am I indulging him? He scared the shit out of me when I saw him standing down here. But I’m not surprised. I knew he wouldn’t go away.
I don’t care if I look crazy, but I refuse to back down or appear weak. Once they smell your fear, they feast on it. Use it against you. I’m a pro at calling someone’s bluff. But I can’t deny I’m wet for him.
My shoulders are burning because of how he’s got my arms secured behind my back. He showed up tonight for a reason—to prove he has the upper hand. That I’m just another bitch he’s going to use however he wants until the next one comes along.
“What if I said yes?”
Lifting my chin, I say, “Try your best.”
Pushing his body flush with mine, he gently brushes my hair off my chest so it falls down my back before his hands slide into it. His tatted fingers tighten in my curled strands, and I hiss in a breath when it makes my scalp sting.
He yanks my head back, making my lips part as he stares down at me. My heart is hammering, my pussy throbbing.
He uses his hands in my hair to tilt my head to the side before he lowers his face to my neck. He licks along my racing pulse, and my heavy eyes fall closed.
“You taste amazing, Eve,” he whispers, placing featherlight kisses along my neck.
My legs threaten to buckle. “Kash,” I breathe, shuffling in my heels.
He’s going to fuck me, and I’m going to hate myself tomorrow for letting him. I tell myself that alcohol can help. I’ll just drink until I pass out.
Releasing my hair, his hands drop to my ass, and he digs his fingers into it as he lifts me off my heels. He sets me down on the table, and pieces of glass cut into my skin while I sit in a puddle of alcohol. The pain feels good.
I part my legs for him, and he steps between them. He rips my leotard down the center to expose my chest. I’m not wearing a bra. I didn’t plan on seeing anyone tonight. It’s why I didn’t put any type of pants on.
“Tell me to stop, Eve,” he orders.
I can’t make myself say the words, so I moan instead, leaning into him.
He chuckles as his hands massage my breasts. “You want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to beg me for it.”
Fuck. Of course he’s going to make me do that. “Please.”
“Please what, angel?”
I swallow nervously and whisper, “Please fuck me.”
“You’re so timid.” He drops his gaze to my heaving chest. “What happened to the feisty woman who likes a challenge, huh?”
He’s playing with me, and I hate losing.
Leaning forward, I hold his stare. “Please fuck me. Any way you want, Kash. I’m your whore to play with.”
He yanks me off the table, and I wobble in my heels on the shards of broken glass that cover the floor. His hands drop to my hips, and he undoes my belt before he drapes it around his neck. Then he spins me around so he’s behind me.
I drop my head to look at my legs when I feel him wrapping my belt around my thighs, but it’s inside out. “What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly.
“Fucking you however I want,” he answers, pulling it tight, forcing me to close my legs. He buckles it in place, and I hiss in a breath as I feel the spikes dig into my skin.
He wants to hurt me, cause me pain because he knows I enjoy it.
Grabbing a handful of my hair, he bends me over the side of the table, pushing my ass out, and his hand moves my leotard to the side.
My breath gets caught and I try to pull my legs apart when I feel his cock pushing its way into my soaked pussy.
“Fuck, you’re wet, angel.”
I’m having a hard time catching my breath due to the position I’m in. His pierced cock stretches my cunt, and I cry out. All I want to do is spread my legs for him, let him fuck me deep, but it’s impossible.
“That’s it, Eve. Scream for me while I fuck you.”
He begins to move, his hips thrusting hard and quick, forcing the front of my legs to hit the side of the table, which shoves the spikes farther into my thighs. My stomach and chest are on the table, my arms still tied behind my back. I can’t move. All I can do is take it, and my body loves it.
“Fuck,” I moan. “Kashton…” My heavy eyes fall shut.
He lets go of my hair, and one hand slaps my ass while the other grips my hip.
“Talk to me, angel.” His voice is calm. He’s not nearly as worked up as I am. “What do you need?” He slows, and I groan in desperation. His hand moves from my hip to my back, and he holds me down to the alcohol-covered wooden table.
“More,” I gasp, trying to bounce up and down in my heels. “I need more…”
Pulling out, he slams forward, and I whimper when my body digs into the edge. He does it again. And again. Each thrust is harder than the last. “Kash—” I suck in a ragged breath, trying to get control of my body, but I’m losing. He’s getting exactly what he came here for—to use me.
“I can feel your body tensing. It’s okay, angel. Let it go. Come for me.” He urges me. “Show me how much you enjoy it.”
My legs tingle from lack of blood flow and my thighs are screaming from the spikes on my belt. It feels so good. My eyes grow heavy, and I’m having trouble breathing.
Fuck him for making it feel good. And fuck me for letting him have it. My body stiffens as my pussy clenches down on him when I come all over his dick just like he wanted.
“Good girl, angel.” He slows his movements, and I imagine he’s looking down at his dick sliding in and out of my pussy. “My cock is covered in your cum.”
I want to cry. I’m not sure if it’s from coming, confusion, or embarrassment.
He pulls out, and I slump against the table, taking a second to catch my breath. Then I feel him undoing the belt around my upper arms, followed by the one around my forearms.
They fall to my sides while he undoes the one around my legs. I moan, silently begging him to fuck me more. Throw me onto the glass-covered table, shove my knees to my chest, and fuck my soaked pussy.
Instead, he grips my hair, and I cry out when he yanks me off the table and spins me around to face him. I trip off the side of my heel, but he catches me before I fall on my face.
The blood rushes back to my arms and down my legs, making all my limbs tingle, rendering them useless for the moment. They’re just heavy weight, and I’m having a hard time remaining upright.
His eyes are on mine as his free hand falls between my shaking thighs and he runs his fingers over my swollen pussy.
I rock my hips back and forth, riding his hand, wanting more than the quickie he just gave me.
Pulling his hand back, he brings his fingers to his mouth, parts his lips, and licks them clean.
Heat rushes over my already hot skin, and I glance down at his still hard dick. It’s covered in my cum. I lick my lips, and he chuckles.
Gripping my hair, he pulls my head back and leans in, whispering against my lips. “Next time, angel.” With that, he lets go, grabs his bag, then makes his way up the stairs, slamming the door shut.
I raise my trembling hands and run them through my wet and matted hair.
What the fuck just happened? He got me off and then just…left? He didn’t even come. Did he? No. I would have known that. Did he not enjoy it?
Was this him proving to me that I liked it, but he didn’t?
This is the opposite of being used. Usually, they fuck you to get what they want. Their happy ending. He just wanted me to like it to prove a point.
That’s how they all are.
It’s all about fucking with your mind. Leaving you confused and dependent on them.
My mouth starts to water, and I run up the stairs, knowing I’m going to get sick.
KASHTON
It’s been two days since I took Ellington to her appointment. After I got her ice cream, I drove her home and dropped her off. Sin wasn’t there yet, and I hated to leave her alone. She was obviously still upset, but she assured me she’d be fine.
I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable by hanging around if she didn’t want me there.
I’ve wanted to text Sin to see if she’s okay, but I’ve left him alone. He let me do something for his wife, and I’ll take that as a win.
But I wish he’d call me. Hell, I’d settle for a text at this point.
Is this what going through a breakup feels like?
Where you hang out every day, always texting and calling…
then bam, you no longer exist to them? I’ve never been in any sort of meaningful relationship.
I had a chosen, but we were both forced into that.
She hated me, and I tolerated her. And then, like everything else in my life, I was forced to make a decision.
I chose to kill her. Save her from a much worse fate.
Sin and I had gotten just as close as I am to Saint and Haidyn.
It’s my fault. I get attached quickly. I’m afraid of being alone, and my brothers have both moved on.
So I clung to Sin. I know he’s married too, but it’s different.
Maybe because he hasn’t betrayed me like my brothers. Instead, I’m the one who’s hurt him.
Now that Haidyn and Saint have married, everything feels…off, and I’m lonely.
So like any other night, I find myself walking into Blackout. Spotting a few guys from Barrington, I sit down at their table to shoot the shit. Why not? Haidyn is busy with Charlotte, and Saint’s with Ashtyn. They’ve both got someone, and what was once the three of us is now the four of them.
I’ve been replaced. Forgotten.
I plan on going to the cemetery afterward to see my girl. The flowers were a gift, but my visit to her house the other night was a warning. I’m not going to walk away. She’ll have to kill me.
I stayed away from her yesterday. On purpose. I wanted to give her some time to come to terms with the fact we had sex again and that we’re going to continue doing it.
There won’t be an inch of her skin that I won’t touch. She will belong to me in every way a woman can belong to a Lord. That includes being my Lady.