Chapter 38
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Iswipe the card against the door. The moment Louie called me, telling me I needed to meet Evie, I dropped everything I was doing to go and find her. I’ve been trying to call her the entire ride over to the Royal and she’s not answering.
I was trying to find out where the fuck my second-in-command disappeared to. No one has seen or heard from Paz since he left me the other day. He should be at the estate back home. The jet didn’t make it there and no one seems to know where the fuck it is.
When I walk into the suite, I find Evie pacing the living room.
“Evie?” I take my time, running my eyes up and down her body, checking for any injuries. My glare hones in on her wrists. They’re intact. I still can’t get the image of them sliced open out of my head. Seeing her unharmed calms my mind—a little.
“I want to get married,” she says, stopping in the middle of the room.
I smile. But I don’t approach her yet. “You do, huh?”
“Now,” she says. “Will you do it?”
I tilt my head to the side. Part of me wants to take advantage of her momentary insanity. Another part wants to question her motives. Why now? Why the fuck does she look desperate?
“I sure as fuck am not letting you marry anyone else. So if you want to get married, it’s going to be to me, Evie,” I tell her.
Her body relaxes. “Okay. We can just go to a chapel, right? Like Louie and Charlotte did.”
“We could.” I nod. “But your wedding isn’t going to be in a chapel. You deserve better than that.”
“You don’t want to marry me today?” she asks.
“I didn’t say that. I will marry you right this second. I just said you’re going to get the wedding you deserve. Not some cheap Vegas chapel.”
“I don’t care about the wedding. We just need to be married, Emmanuel,” she stresses.
Now I really am curious. “Okay, I’ll have papers drawn up. We can sign them this afternoon in front of a judge. It will be legal, but our wedding, that’s something we will plan, and it will be fucking amazing.”
“Okay.” Evie nods a little too enthusiastically.
I take my phone out of my pocket and send Louie a message.
Me:
I need a judge to sign marriage documents between me and Evie. Today.
Louie:
Get the fuck out of here. Seriously? Does she know what she’s signing?
Me:
She asked me.
Louie:
Why?
That’s a good fucking question.
“You know, I don’t really care why the sudden change of heart, Evie. Or about the urgency to get married. If you say that you want to be my wife, I will make you my wife. I am curious, though. Why now?”
Evie stares at me wide-eyed. “I… ah… it’s not sudden,” she insists.
“I mean, it is. But really, we both know where this relationship is heading. I can’t stay away from you, E.
And when I think about something bad happening to you, well, I don’t like it.
At all. And I don’t want to have to be without you.
” She sits down on the sofa. “I had a man approach me at the store today.”
“What?” I walk over to her. “What man?” I ask, ready to tear this man’s fucking head off.
“He said he was an agent. Shawn Something. I don’t know. E, he had a folder he wanted me to look at and he wanted to talk about you. He mentioned you by name. He knew my name too, and he knew about my store burning down.” Her words come out fast, rushed. She’s panicking.
“Evie, mi alma, it’s okay. Slow down. What did you tell him?” I ask.
She glares at me. Snatching her hands out of mine as she stands from the sofa. “I didn’t tell him anything. Why would I tell him anything? I didn’t even look at the folder. I said I had no idea who he was talking about. I said I didn’t know you.”
“Good.” I sigh in relief.
“You think I’d talk to cops about you? Seriously? You were prepared to marry me and you don’t even trust me.” She waves her hands around the air.
“I am going to marry you. But not because you’re scared of some douchebag agent. I’m going to marry you because you want to marry me, Evie,” I tell her.
I message Louie.
Me:
Hold on the judge.
Louie:
She come to her senses already?
Me:
No, I did.
I pocket my phone and look over at Evie. “We’re not getting married today. We will wait until you’re actually ready.”
“You just said yes. You said we could. What if they try to use me against you, E? What if I crack under pressure or something? If we’re married, they can’t use me to testify against you.”
“You’re not going to testify against me.” I laugh. I don’t tell her I know that because she’d be dead before she could. It’s not something I want to happen. “I trust you, Evie. You don’t need to worry about the feds.”
“I can’t go to jail, E. I don’t even look good in orange,” she says.
“You look good in any color. Come here.” I chuckle as I pull her into my arms. “I really should have just taken you up on the marriage offer, despite knowing you’d regret it.
” I press my lips to the top of her head.
“I want you to be my wife, Evie. And one day, you will be. But it’s not going to be because you feel like you have to. It’s going to be because you want to.”
“You should have. I might not experience this level of insanity again,” she mumbles against my chest.
“You know, we can start the honeymoon early. We have this suite and all,” I suggest.
Evie pulls back to look up at me. “Yeah? What do you have in mind?”
“Come with me.” I grab her hand and usher her into the bedroom. Walking behind her so I can unzip her dress before letting it fall to the floor. “Get on the bed.”
Evie takes her time climbing onto the mattress… with that ass of hers on full display. Fuck me.
“How do you want me?” she asks while glancing over a shoulder.
“On your back, legs spread open. I want to see you.” I step up to the edge of the bed.
Evie drops her thighs to the side, her pussy covered by a thin layer of pink lace. That isn’t going to do. Bending down, I retrieve the blade from my ankle. I climb between her legs. Evie’s eyes catch on the blade in my hand, watching me as I drag it up her inner thigh.
I bring the knife to the side of her panties. Evie doesn’t flinch as I slice through the material, or when I repeat the process on the other side. Dragging the blade up her abdomen, I reach the front of her bra and slice through that too. Her breasts fall free as the fabric parts.
“You are fucking perfect. And mine.”
“Mmm, what are you going to do with me?” Evie asks.
I push back from the mattress, removing my jacket, vest, and shirt. Then I unbuckle my belt. Evie doesn’t move. Her legs are still spread wide for me. Her pussy glistening with her need.
I undo my pants, dropping them to the ground before toeing off my shoes while stepping out of the piled material. My fist wraps around my cock. I’m fucking hard as a rock. I need her.
“Look how wet you are. Your cunt is dripping all over the bed, Evie.”
“Emmanuel, hurry up. Please,” she begs.
“Please what?” I stroke my cock up and down.
“Touch me. Fuck me,” she pleads.
“Not yet. I’m staring at a work of art. If your pussy needs petting, mi alma, pet it. Touch yourself. Show me.”
Evie’s hand quickly finds her clit. Her fingers start circling. It’s fucking hot.
“Shove two fingers inside. Fuck yourself with those fingers as if you were riding my cock, Evie.”
She groans, but follows my instructions, all while staring right at my cock.
“Fucking perfection,” I tell her in Spanish. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to be walking with a limp.” She has no idea what I’m saying, but I do.
“Oh shit, E…” she moans, her fingers moving in and out of her wet hole.
“You coming is the best thing I’ve ever seen, Evie. I want to see it, now,” I say, and her body quivers.
“It’s better when you do it.” She smiles shyly at me.
“Didn’t you tell Charlotte that you’d had better?” I ask, turning her words back on her. I told myself I’d make her eat those fucking words. Her fingers continue to thrust in and out of her wet hole. I can’t take my eyes off them.
“I lied. I’ve never had better than you. Please, E, I want your cock. I want to feel your cock inside me, E. I want you to make me feel the way only you can.” She stares at me, hopeful that I’ll put her out of her misery and fuck her the way she needs to be fucked.
“You want me to fuck you?” I ask her, my fist squeezing my cock.
“Please…”
”You want me to fill that greedy little cunt with this? It’s ready for you.” I look down at my cock.
“Yes. Emmanuel, stop teasing me and give it to me. You said you’d give me anything I wanted. What I want right now is you,” she seethes. Her fingers don’t stop fucking her cunt, though. Her hips raise off the bed.
“You have me, always, mi alma.” I climb onto the bed again.
I pull her fingers away from her cunt, bringing them to my mouth.
I take my time sucking each one clean. “So fucking good,” I moan as her taste dances across my tongue.
I lift her ankles, placing them on my shoulders, and position my cock at her entrance. “Are you ready for me?”
“More than ready. Fuck me, E,” she says.
One hard thrust and I bottom out inside her.
I don’t give her time to adjust to the intrusion.
I go all in and fuck her. Thrusting hard, fast. Evie’s fingers claw down my back.
I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s drawing blood.
Within minutes, her pussy is convulsing around my cock as she comes undone.
My name on her lips as her screams echo off the walls.