Chapter 13
Wylder
"Where does he get off?” Evie is pacing back and forth in the middle of the living room; her phone clutched tightly in her hand as if she’s going to call the courthouse back at any minute and demand more time. “This is not what was agreed! I knew Thompson was a conniving, greedy –"
Roman leans forward from his place on the couch, his eyes watching Evie more than I’m comfortable with. “Whoa, greedy? What does that mean?”
Evie sighs, looking from the Italian back over to me, asking me to silently help her.
My eyes find Roman once again to see him much closer to her than he was a second ago, and it hits me just how dangerous this situation is.
Roman is a killer. I know it because like recognizes like, and when it comes to how much blood is soaking my hands…
I may have more skeletons in the closet than the mafia man standing in my soulmate’s living room.
I know he spoke to Tara, and after the comment he made about throwing his hat in the ring, that’s pretty much the worst thing that could have happened.
There’s no doubt in my mind he’s already planning a future with her – a future that belongs to me. Evie is so close to slamming the door on her past and when she does, it’ll be me by her side.
The issue is, even if her eyes are silently asking for help, her body is leaning into his. Her breath automatically syncs with the one she feels fanning down her neck. Her skin flushes as if he were touching more than the back of her hand…
She’s more interested in him than she planned – more than we planned.
I just don’t know if he’s worth her interest. I don’t know if he can be trusted.
When it comes down to it, will Roman choose the woman he’s falling for, or will he choose the man who unknowingly placed him in her path.
Keeping my eyes trained on Roman, I clear my throat and motion to Evie’s phone. “Thompson has a history of taking payoffs.” I shrug, “There’s a possibility someone is paying him to fuck with your case.”
Evie shoots me a look and shrugs Roman’s touch from her shoulder, “I need more time to –“
Her voice stutters and I watch as the darkness begins to close in the light gray eyes of hers, turning them a darker color than should be natural. “I need more time to build a case.”
I see Roman check his phone from the corner of my eye before he says, “I haven’t had any luck getting the security camera footage, but I can make some calls.”
Evie nods, her face set in stone although the rest of her body is shaking with nerves. “Good, because I’m getting nowhere with the police. They refuse to give me the information about the gun you had on you.”
Evie’s body continues to shake as she stands in the middle of me and Roman, her eyes darting between the two of us. I can see desperation. I can also see the confusion and anger.
I walk over to her, wrapping my hand around her wrist and pulling her to me. “Come on, love.”
She resists for a moment before letting out a deep breath and nodding. Her wrist turns in my hand, her non-verbal sign for me to let her go, and I quickly let my hand drop to my side.
“We’re going to bed, make the calls and tell me what you find out in the morning.”
Roman’s gaze narrows as his eyes travel from her wrist where I held it just moments ago, to her blushing face.
She’s never been self-conscious about what we do, about how I provide the release she needs when she gets wound up too tight, but for the first time, I think she’s trying to hide it from someone.
She doesn’t want him to know.
That just won’t do.
If he wants to throw his hat in and fight for even a speck of Evie’s love, then he needs to know and understand who she is. She deserves to be loved completely, smothered in affection so she never doubts just how strong and beautiful she is. She never needs to feel like she has to hide.
Roman never responds, but the sound of him groaning is unmistakable as we walk up the stairs.
Evie chuckles softly to herself as the fading sun sends streaks of gold through her hair, the windows in the staircase working overtime to highlight every beautiful feature she has.
It’s as if the sun himself were craving just one last look at her before he disappeared for the night.
She walks ahead of me into the bedroom, tossing her phone on the bed as her hands fly up to rub at her temples. “What are we going to do, Wyld? It’s been a week and there’s still no sign of – “
“Shhh.” I come up behind her and run my hands down her sides, grasping her hips with just enough force to make her breath hitch. “You’ve been stressing over this too much. Let me help you, Evangeline.”
Her arms drop to her sides as her head falls back onto my shoulder. “Yes, please.” I hear the emotion clogging her throat as she backs her hips into mine. “I need you, Wyld. I need you to make my mind shut off, just for a little while.”
I dip my head down to run my nose along the side of her neck. “I’ve got you, my love.”
She exhales and the move immediately relaxes her body into mine. Her nod in the next second is my cue she’s ready.
“Do not move from this spot, Evangeline.”
Her voice is softer than usual as she gives me another nod, “Yes, sir.”
I let her go and walk over to the closet, grabbing the black box on the top shelf sticking out as if it knew I was coming for it.
When Evie and I first became intimate, we were hesitant about what the other liked.
I was used to women being turned off by the level of depravity I liked during sex and Evie was used to being shamed because of the things her body and mind craved.
I found her box by accident almost a year after we started, searching her closet for a spare sheet after we had effectively ruined hers. Curiosity got the best of me and when I opened the case...I was not disappointed. Now, over two years later, Evie’s collection of toys has grown.
I bring the box over to her dresser and open it, immediately grabbing the ball gag, a hot pink dildo, and some nipple clamps.
My eyes drift over to where her bedroom door still sits a few inches open and I decide to grab the blindfold as well and lay it beside the others on the dresser.
Just because Roman needs to understand who Evie is does not mean I’ll let her feel embarrassed about it.
In fact, I’m going to make her feel the exact opposite.
Closing the box and sliding the clamps into my pocket, I walk back over to Evie and stand in front of her, taking in her closed eyes and the soft breaths escaping her parted lips. She’s already getting prepared to slip into the oblivion we create together.
“Arms up.”
Her arms immediately raise, allowing me to take off her sweater and watch as goosebumps rise along her arms. I bring them back down with a gentle touch and walk around her back to unclip her bra.
I watch in rapid fascination as her breasts drop down, her nipples already hard from the cold.
Her breath hitches as I wrap my arms around her from behind, one hand going to rest on her stomach while the other tweaks one of her nipples.
She exhales a soft curse at the small hurt and I can’t stop my dark chuckle that follows, “Always so sensitive for me, love.”
My hand leaves her breast to reach into my pants, my fingers latching onto the nipple clamps and raising them up for her to see.
I see the barest hint of a smirk begin to form on her lips as I pinch the feathery clamps onto each nipple, flicking them once I’m done to make sure the toys won’t fall off.
Her responding moan is almost too soft for me to hear as I slide my hands down and unbutton her pants, pushing them to the floor. “Step out and get on the bed.”
She does as she’s told, walking over to the bed and climbing on with hooded eyes that stay latched onto mine. I grab the toys from the dresser and join her on the bed, kicking my shoes off as I do. She eyes the blindfold as I raise it up, bringing it to her face and sliding it over her head.
“How much control do you want?”
Her full lips part as she shakes her head, breathing out one single word. “None.”
I slide down the bed and make quick work of my clothes, stripping every piece and tossing it down to the floor. Her thighs rub together at the sound, as if she’s imagining how hard I am for her. Always for her.
I keep my belt in my hand as I climb back onto the bed, grabbing her hands in mine and making makeshift handcuffs out of the leather. We have handcuffs, but there’s something about her tied up with something of mine that makes me nearly feral.
Her chest heaves up and down, her breathing coming faster at the adrenaline boost she gets from being restrained, and I grab another toy.
I make quick work of the ball gag, strapping it around her face and slipping the silicone ball into her mouth, making sure to move her hair out of the way so it doesn’t pull.
“Show me your signal.”
Her hands rise up, and she knocks a single fist against her wooden bedframe, showing me the signal she uses when she can’t talk.
“Good girl.”
My cock grows painfully hard as I stare down at the masterpiece in front of me.
Her breasts are large and heavy and her stomach is highlighted with stretchmarks, a roadmap to each second of her pregnancy where she grew the most amazing little boy and turned into a beautiful mother.
Her pale skin is dotted with little freckles, and her hips are enough to send any man straight to their knees in order to worship the beauty that she is.
And she wants to be at my mercy.
I’m a lucky fucking man.
I run my fingers down the center of her chest, reaching out to trace circles around her nipples and tugging on the clamps before continuing my path down between her thighs.
My finger immediately finds her clit, her pussy already soaked as I start rubbing the little nub in circles.
She moans, her hips lifting from the bed as she searches for more friction.
“Do you need more, Evie?”
Her nod is frantic as I speed up my movements on her clit. I drop my fingers down and gather up some of her wetness, smearing it along my cock.
“Are you ready to be a little whore for me?”
She nods again, her moans turning into whimpers as my fingers return to her pussy and slowly begin to slip inside.
“Then be a good little slut and open up for me.”
I slam my fingers into her, curling them around and groaning in primal satisfaction when her pussy constricts around my touch. Her muffled moans urge me to move faster, my fingers slamming in and out of her as her body begins to convulse.
The bedroom door creaks behind me, and I know I need to step up my game now that we have company.
“Come on my fingers, Evangeline. Fucking come!”
She shatters, her back bowing off the bed as spit begins to drip around the ball gag and down her chin. The bed is already soaked beneath her hips as I move closer, trailing my lips down her neck and over her chest.
“Good girl, Evie. You did so good for me.” Her body jerks as the aftershocks of her orgasm wash through her. “Now it’s time for me to stretch that little pussy out and fill it with my cum.”
Maybe this will be the time her birth control fails…Either way, she’s going to be full of me.
I notch my cock at her entrance, moving it inside of her just enough to be a tease. She’ll get tired of this in a second and act out, like my little brat always does, and then I get to punish her a little bit, like I always do.
Sure enough, when I’m only halfway in, she groans and shoves her hips down closer to mine, making me slide in another inch.
My hand comes down and slaps her nipple at the same moment I thrust the last few inches inside of her, my cock already throbbing at the sound of her pleasure filled scream.
“Did I say you could fucking move?”
She shakes her head as I begin to move my hips, hard and rough just like she likes it.
“No, I didn’t. You’re being a brat, Evangeline, and brats get used.” I grab the pink dildo from beside me and slide it up and down her soaked pussy a few times before working it inside of her alongside my cock.
Her moans mix with my own at the sudden increase in pressure and the wooden headboard slams against the wall as I fuck Evie as if her pussy was the only thing giving me life. It may as well be.
I watch her body shake, my eyes lifting to check her hands every few seconds to make sure she’s not doing her signal. She’s never done it before, but there’s always a first time and I need to make sure to stop if I want her to continue to trust me.
One hand falls to her thigh, lifting it higher so I can get a deeper angle, and the other raises back to her chest, going back and forth between both nipples and hitting them with short, punishing smacks until her nipples turn bloodshot red.
Tears fall down her face as her body shakes, her pussy clamping down on me over and over again. She’s so close. I need her to finish because I can’t hold back much longer with her squeezing me like a goddamn vice.
I lean over her, my eyes soaking in the blush of her cheeks and her tears mixing in with her spit as it lands on the pillow beneath her. She’s fucking exquisite.
“Do you need more, Evie?”
She nods for me and lifts her head, her moans somehow getting louder even with the ball gag still firmly in her mouth. She’s left the perfect size opening for me to get a grip, so I slide my hand around her throat and squeeze just enough to make her loud moans cut off and turn into gasps.
I have to force her hips down as her pussy clamps around my cock and the dildo, her cum flooding out around me.
My moans join her gasps of pleasure, and I have to move my hand from her neck to hold myself up from collapsing on top of her.
Her moans begin to die down as I slide out and watch with rapid fascination as my cum begins to leak from her pussy and down to her ass.
I lean up, my hand moving between her thighs and shoving my cum back inside of her as I turn my head to look at the crack in the door – the crack that is much larger than when we first came into her room.
Light blue eyes meet my own before they dart down to watch as I shove the rest of my cum inside of Evie, and I swear a faint growl sounds from the man on the other side of the door.
Watch all you want, Roman Bavone, and understand that this woman is mine.