25 Olivia
June 7th, 2022
It took them an hour to put everything in my house.
When I was done having the conversation with Malachi, Lucy and I quickly found ourselves standing under the tree, as far from the three of them as possible.
Malachi had gone inside to observe, and I wasn’t going back to sit on the porch alone.
I knew what was happening.
They were unpacking. They installed their cameras, definitely audio this time, and God knew what else.
I had my phone gripped in my hand, contemplating whether or not I should just stay at a hotel.
But what was the point? If Malachi had the money to loan 4 million dollars to someone like my mom, then they had the money to waste it away on purchasing an entire hotel just to make sure I was still in their sights.
The box truck blocked my view, but I could still imagine where Wade was staying. I met him less than three hours ago and here I was, bringing the city chaos to their nice little paradise. I wondered what would happen if I actually told him the truth. That a psycho loan shark family was stalking me, using my body to pay off a debt my ex, whom they killed, had incurred with them. I wondered if I would get locked up alongside them. I wondered if Wade would live to tell his cop buddies what happened when he went after the Kingsmen’s or if Everett would kill him before he even gathered a single shred of evidence on them.
“Hey.”
I clenched my jaw tightly at Evelyn’s kind voice. I didn’t want to talk to any of them. Not one. She was nice, yes, but she was still Everett’s sister. She still helped install the cameras and replace my movers. She worked for her father just like Everett did.
She was just as bad as they were, she had to be.
She joined my side, Lucy was relaxed and happy. “I know you’re upset—”
“Angry,”
I interjected.
She was quiet a moment. “Olivia, this has nothing to do with you.”
My eyes shot over to hers in disbelief. “What are you actually saying to me right now? Because it sounds like you’re trying to tell me that the debt I have to pay off, for both my mom and my ex, doesn’t have to do with me?”
She pressed her lips together. “I mean the overall…”
She sighed. “I can’t give you much information, okay? About any of it. But you need to understand something. My family, we aren’t just loan sharks. We are everything. All of it. You write those thrillers of yours, talking about serial killers and arms deals and drug busts. That’s us. We kill, we hunt, we run the criminal underworld. In fact, if you ask anyone, they all know who Malachi is. They know his name, his sons and daughters. Anyone you’ve ever seen arrested for the darkest kinds of things, besides trafficking people and dealing in kids, that’s us. It’s all us.”
I searched her eyes and then rolled mine, turning away from her. I should have been recording this. It was the perfect evidence to give to Wade. He would be so happy. If they were as well-known as she said, then he would be put down in the history books as some sort of worldly hero.
“I’m serious,”
she tried. “And I’m only coming to you out of courtesy for you. I live and die for my family, but I think…”
When her words trailed off, I glanced over to her, finding her eyes locked on the open door of my house.
She was quiet for a long time before shaking her head and turning back to me. “They have us ‘sisters’ for a reason. Not blood, but close enough. Everett and Azrael are the worst of us. Jack has his own thoughts about that, but we know the truth, Pops and I. Poppy,”
she clarified, a smile touching her lips. “The one in charge of Azrael. Anyway, something snapped in them at a very young age. Greyson and Jack, we know what happened to them before they came to Malachi, our father, but Everett and Azrael?”
She shook her head. “We don’t know anything about them or why they are the way they are, it’s just…it’s just how they do things.”
My eyes narrowed to slits. “So, he had a traumatic past, whipptie-do. Everyone has suffered from something once in their life, that doesn’t give him an excuse to treat anyone, let alone me like shit. The only thing I did wrong was being born to shitty ass parents and choosing a shitty ass boyfriend. My mom and Steven tossed me on your doorstep, I shouldn’t be punished for something they did.”
A knowing smile touched her lips before she wiped it away. “I know. I’m not telling you to accept this, in fact, we make it a point to give them Hell all the time, but the thing is, I’ve never seen anyone get under his skin like you do, and I kinda dig that. I understand why you’re angry, you have every right to be, but don’t let his actions get to you. If anything, this can give you an opportunity to have some fun.”
I grimaced. “Have fun? He transferred Steven’s debt from money into sex. And now I owe 4 million more. That’s not fun.”
She shrugged, bumping my shoulder. “He’s only done that a few times, used the girl up, and left her in a ditch, and only for small amounts. For the amount of money Steven owed, I was shocked Malachi ordered Everett to do it, but you have to look at the bright side.”
Malachi did this? Malachi ordered Everett to do this to me. It was an effort to hide the sneer. It made me feel that much more disgusting. “I don’t see a bright side.”
And it caused my stomach to hollow out in a way I tried to ignore. In a way it shouldn’t have.
She smiled and shrugged. “You can get under Everett’s skin, and you can have free sex. No strings, no attachments, just some good ‘ole fashioned mind-bending orgasms.”
My cheeks heated and I couldn’t help but eye her. “Have you…”
She shook her head. “Not with Everett, no. Jack and I had some fun once or twice, but we girls like our girls more often than not.”
She looked me over, sudden heat in her eyes. “And hey, if you ever want to make a payment to me,”
she shrugged again, “I won’t hold it against you.”
Her smile widened. “I’d hold something against you, but it’ll feel really nice.”
My cheeks burned red, my heart skipping a beat as she stepped up to me slowly. “Oh, I’ve never…”
but my words trailed off. I was mesmerized by the look in her eyes.
Her smile was warm, inviting. “That makes it all the more fun.”
I couldn’t think straight, and a warmth had started growing under my skin that felt familiar and new all at the same time. It had been a few days since Everett’s apartment, and I had been frustrated. More than frustrated. It was annoying that his ‘payment schedule’ was so chaotic. Two months and I’d had six orgasms. In a marriage, that was considered a win, but God, it was frustrating. Especially after what Everett introduced me too. What he awakened in me.
I needed something. I was desperate.
Evelyn hooked a knuckle under my chin and tilted my head up, her eyes were on my lips and mine were seeing stars. “Just a thought,”
she hummed, tracing her thumb across my chin softly. “Everett’s possessive, but…I don’t think he’d mind sharing.”
I couldn’t breathe. My eyes falling to her lips and back, and finally landing on her lips again, my pussy suddenly throbbing. I needed something. Anything. I needed a fix, and I had a feeling that this would be as good as what Everett could give me but in a completely new and incredible way.
Not only that, but it would also piss him off.
“We could have fun,”
she told me, slowly leaning in. “The experience of a lifetime.”
Her soft lips found mine, working gently, slowly.
My mind spun, my eyes fluttering shut, my hands finding the edge of her jacket. This kiss was different. It was gentle and warm and filled with soft heat. She smelled of vanilla and spice and I found myself falling into her as her lips moved against mine, deepening the kiss.
Her tongue grazed my lip, and I moaned softly, parting my lips, letting her in. My thighs clenched as I stepped into her, her hand sliding around my hip, pulling me in, her tongue sliding against mine, her teeth teasing my bottom lip.
God, I needed this. I wanted this. I had to have it. I had to erase him from my skin. I had to find a new addiction.
I moaned again as our tongues danced. It was soft and warm and filled with electricity, nothing like Everett’s passionate hunger. This was different and beautiful and fuck.
My pussy throbbed in need, my stomach warming. I slid my hands up, sliding one around the back of her neck while the other slid under her jacket and around her waist. I pulled her against me, wanting more.
Her hand slid down, right over my breast. She squeezed hard, finding my hardened nipple and twisting.
I groaned and suddenly she had me back against the tree, one hand around my throat, the other still holding my breast, squeezing, massaging, twisting, her leg between mine as I shoved my hips towards hers. Fuck, she tasted so good. She felt like a Fall evening by the fire.
She pushed her leg up between mine, her nails digging into my throat, and I grinded my hips against hers, whimpering as a shock of electricity shot straight from my clit to my chest—
Click.
Evelyn pulled her lips from mine, the smile growing, her chuckle teasing my lips as she slowly leaned back.
My eyes lifted, my head spinning, my body craving more only to freeze when I saw a black gun pressed against Evelyn’s temple.
I looked down the barrel of that gun, following the arm to the shoulder, and finally meeting Everett’s silver eyes, filled with a black, evil kind of rage I had only glimpsed at once.
The day he shredded Steven.
Evelyn stepped away from me, leaving me cold and shivering. “Maybe he’d mind more than I thought,”
she smiled devilishly, a knowing spark in her eye.
My eyes narrowed to a deadly glare. “It’s a payment,”
I told Everett decidedly. “You made that very clear. He made the deal with your father, not you. Which means I can make my payments to whomever I want in The Family. Unless Steven signed a contract,”
I pushed, challenging him.
Evelyn smiled, the gun now pressed against her forehead, her hands at her sides as if she had no worry about getting shot. “His contract states that he must make payments to anyone in the Kingsmen family until the debt is paid. She got you there, Ev.”
His lip curled.
“You shouldn’t be too upset about it, right? Being as how your father gave you the order to fuck me. To collar me too, right? It should be a relief to you that Evelyn wants to take your place fucking the dog.”
His eyes flared, his knuckles turning white, as if he hadn’t expected me to know that.
Jokes on him, I suppose.
Evelyn smiled brightly, something like pride shining in her eyes. “Maybe I can show her what a true orgasm is like,”
she hummed, lifting up her two fingers, placing them over her mouth, and running her tongue up slowly between them.
My entire body caught fire as I watched the motion, my thighs clenching. I remembered how Everett’s tongue had felt against my skin, but that? Nobody had ever done that to me before.
“Perhaps you both should warn her of the man following her before you take her to her new bedroom.”
Evelyn lowered her fingers, but I was still transfixed on her lips. Her soft lips, her lip gloss slightly smeared.
Because of me.
I did that to her. I had always found that hot in movies. When, after a make out session or good sex, the girl came away a little disheveled, her lipstick smeared or completely gone because of how passionate she had gotten with her lover.
This time, I had been the cause. I was the reason behind her slightly flushed cheeks, the reason she would need to put on another smear of gloss in a little bit. That was me.
I caught my lip between my teeth, my skin still vibrating with her touch. What would it be like, I wondered, to have Everett cinching the collar around my neck while Evelyn had her hand between my thighs? What would it be like to have Everett fucking me like the dog he claimed I was while Evelyn was in front of me, kissing me, teasing me, sucking on my—
A hand wrapped around my upper arm, and I was suddenly jerked away from her. “You fucking broke her,”
Everett seethed, his scent filling me.
Evelyn chuckled from behind me. “I just awakened something in her she didn’t realize she liked,”
she hummed as he dragged me towards the house. “And look at you, acting exactly as I expected.”
I jerked at my arm. “Let go,”
I snarled, trying to pull my arm from his vise-like grip. “Let go!”
He dragged me up the steps and into the house, the smell of them everywhere. Vanilla and pine and expensive cologne. It smelled completely of them.
Of the people who were ruining my life.
I hopped onto one foot and slammed my foot into the back of his knee, causing myself to stumble but causing him to nearly collapse.
I laughed, proud of myself.
Everett spun on me, released my arm, and grabbed my legs instead.
I cried out as he flipped me over his shoulder and carried me down the hall.
I slammed my fists into his back, but he didn’t react. He couldn’t feel anything.
My eyes lifted, Evelyn following after us. “Be good, baby girl,”
she cooed, her brown eyes filled with lust. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
My heart skipped a beat, my legs tightening.
Everett paused and looked over his shoulder only to spin around and speed up his walk.
We were through the bedroom door in seconds and the next thing I knew I was flying to the bed.
I hit my back, my heart racing, my dress sliding up my legs.
The door slammed and Everett appeared above me, grabbing my throat and pulling me close, my lips instinctively parting, waiting for his.
God, I hated that.
“You want her so bad, fucking have her. And when she’s done with you, I’ll show you what it means to be owned.”
He shoved me back in the bed and took a step back, my head racing. What was happening?
Evelyn appeared above me. Her jacket gone, her shoes gone.
She slipped my shoes and socks off, grabbed my hand and pulled me up. “Fuck, I’m so lucky to be paired with him,”
she half moaned before her lips found mine.
I inhaled sharply, my hands sliding around her waist, pulling her closer as our lips worked together. Her tongue teased my bottom lip, her hands sliding down my body, edging up my dress. She kissed me deeply and passionately, softly, until we had to break apart to get my dress off.
She tossed it to the side and stood. “Take off the rest.”
I did as she said, not taking my eyes off her as she stripped out of her clothes. Her breasts were beautiful. Not too big, perky, her nipples hard. She had abs, but her curves were soft, and she had a belly button ring glinting in silver and pink. My favorite color.
Fuck, she was gorgeous.
She crawled back over me, a smile on her lips. “Look how pretty you are, baby,”
she sang, sliding her hand up my side, over my ribs, my breast. She squeezed tightly, biting her lip. “Did the mean old man bruise you?”
I nodded, falling back into the bed, arching my back at her touch, one of her legs between mine, the other on my right side.
She clicked her tongue. “That just won’t do.”
She slid her hand over my neck, digging her nails into my skin as she leaned down, her hair falling in pools around me, and her lips found mine again.
I groaned, sliding my hands over her soft hips, her waist, dragging them down, earning a hiss from Evelyn. I could feel the scars she had. Bumps in her flesh that told of the same stories Everett’s told. I wanted to lick each and every single one of them.
Fuck, was I gay?
No, because I wanted Everett too. I wanted both of them. I needed both of them.
She pulled back, her eyes black. “Someone likes to draw blood.”
She held up her right hand, balanced on her left as I rocked my hips against her thigh, needing anything down there to take away the ache building between my legs. “Do you know why I keep these two fingers cut short?”
My eyes fell to her hand, taking in the short nails on her middle and index finger. My face twisted. “No,”
I replied, finding her eyes again.
“Good.”
She found my lips, deepening the kiss until my head spun. Until my body arched and my hands ripped down her back. Fuck. She was so goddamn beautiful.
Her hand slid down my body slowly, achingly slow. Down, down, down, until I felt her fingers tease my entrance, up and down, before sliding straight in.
I ripped my lips away, groaning as I rocked into the touch. “Fuck,”
I whimpered, looking down, seeing her hand between my legs.
Her eyes found mine, her smile wide. “Now you know,”
she hummed, working her fingers inside of me.
I groaned, latching onto her back, shoving my hips up as she hovered above me, shoving her fingers in and out.
In and out.
In and out.
“Oh, God,”
I grunted, feeling it build within me, her eyes locked onto mine, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
“That’s right, baby, cum for me.”
My nails dug into her, earning a wince, warmth slowly crawling through my body as her fingers hit my swollen clit over and over again. Playing with it, flicking it, twisting it. “I’m going to—”
A hand wrapped around my throat and my eyes widened. Quickly, Everett’s eyes replaced Evelyn as she sat back, straddling one of my legs as she worked on my pussy, her hips grinding against me, her own moans filling the room.
Everett was on his knees above me, his eyes flaming and black, angry and filled with hunger.
“If you cum for her, I’ll fucking kill you,”
he told me, tightening his grip around my throat.
My hands found his wrist, holding it at an odd angle, and I pulled myself up, trying to relieve the pressure, but suddenly the fingers were gone, and Evelyn was on top of me again, straddling my waist, her soaking pussy sliding against my stomach, her hands sliding over mine.
I whined, squeezing my thighs together, now stuck in a painful state of being. On the verge of orgasming, and then quick denial. I hated it.
And I needed more.
She clicked her tongue. “Don’t listen to him,”
she told me softly, pulling my hands from his wrist and placing them on her chest. “He’s just jealous I worked you up so quickly.”
I squeezed, my head spinning, no other thought in my head but the pure haze of bliss. She moaned and the sound made my back arch, hips pushing up, straining against the solid weight of her.
Fuck, I needed to work out more.
“Keep them there,”
she told me, and slid her hand down the center of her body until she found between her legs.
My eyes widened, Everett’s wrist disappearing as I watched her slide the fingers that had just been inside me inside of her.
I squeezed tightly, her hand finding my right breast, squeezing and twisting. I mimicked her motions, her moans falling from her lips as she started grinding against her own hand. “Fuck, Olivia. I might just steal you away.”
Before I could respond, I felt something new between my legs, and then Everett’s arms wrapping around my thighs, his head sliding between them. My eyes widened, a new sensation exploding through me as he flicked his tongue against my clit and finally sucked it between his teeth.
I cried out, my legs clamping down around his head, my hands tightening around Evelyn’s tits, wishing it was his hair. “Oh my God,”
I whimpered, tears filling my eyes. “Don’t stop, please don’t st—”
He flattened his tongue, driving it up the center of me before sliding it back in, sucking and flicking. Biting. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think.
Evelyn twisted my tit, my hips bucking up, the sounds of her moans mixing with mine, Everett’s tongue working hard and fast until—
I exploded over his tongue, cumming into his mouth, my body straining painfully against Evelyn’s weight. He slurped up what he could, my body sparking in electrified pleasure, before his head disappeared, my body collapsing into the bed, only for his cock to slam into me a moment later with no warning.
I cried out, my body bucking back, causing Evelyn to fall on top of me.
“Look at me,”
Everett snarled. “Now.”
Evelyn laughed, adjusting herself on top of me until her head was buried in my neck, her hand still between her legs, mine wrapping around her. She kissed my neck gently and then sucked.
I whimpered, finding Everett’s silver eyes. Everything was overly sensitive now, and it felt like nirvana. He grabbed my legs and jerked me towards him, angling my hips up, causing Evelyn to fall near to my chest.
His hands tightened around my knees as he slammed into me, Evelyn adjusting herself, biting my neck, finger-fucking herself on top of me.
I dragged my nails down her back, the warmth filling me again, pounding through me, my skin on fire, a cyclone of emotions raging through me as he watched me tearing into his sister just like I had torn into him not a week ago.
He hated it. He hated that she was doing this. He hated that there was something between the two of us, I could see it in his eyes. He hated it.
But that just wasn’t fair. He wasn’t allowed to tell me I was nothing but payment and then look at me as if he owned me. He didn’t. This was payment. Nothing more. Nothing less.
“Evelyn,”
I panted, shoving her back.
Her eyes met mine.
I grabbed either side of her head and pulled her down until her lips found mine again.
She moaned, grinding against her hand, her lips working against mine, her teeth grazing my lip.
I jutted my hips up, his cock hitting that perfect spot as he thrust harder and angrier. I moaned into her mouth, deepening the kiss, feeling the way her body moved against mine, the way her tits pressed against mine.
Fuck.
Holy fuck!
Everett snarled, slamming into me harder and harder.
I pulled away from Evelyn, tears streaming down my cheeks, whimpers leaving my lips, her forehead falling to mine.
“That’s it, baby girl, feel it,”
she panted, her own voice getting deeper as her end neared. “Feel it all.”
She moaned, her face shifting, and I held it there, watching her, fascinated by the way she looked on the verge of cumming.
But then she was gone.
I gasped, my head jerking to my headboard where Everett had thrown her.
She grunted, sliding to the pillows, her body covered in sweat. “What the fuck?”
she snarled, turning to Everett.
But he fell on top of me, jerking one knee up to my ear, his hand wrapping tightly around my throat as his forehead found mine.
My body shook in need as my hands found his chest, raking down his scarred and inked body. He felt so goddamn good.
He shuddered and then slammed his lips against mine, my body arching into his, every muscle tense, head pounding, oxygen gone. All I could taste was me on his tongue. My cum on his lips. Fuck me, it tasted so damn good.
He sank his teeth into my lip, blood immediately coating my tongue.
I moaned, deepening the kiss, the saltiness addicting as our tongues danced together. I couldn’t breathe. I was running out of air.
But I couldn’t stop.
I ripped my nails against his skin, moving my hips in time with his, meeting him with each thrust, my entire body on fire, buzzing as he slammed into me violently and unforgivingly. As he went as deep as he could possibly go.
He broke the kiss, his forehead finding mine again, his lunar eclipse eyes focused on me and nothing else.
Just me.
Just us.
“Olivia,”
he panted, the name half a snarl, half something else.
I felt the end nearing again, one hand wrapped around his wrist, the other sliding around his neck into his hair at the base of his neck.
It slammed through me. “Everett,”
I said, tightening around him, the feeling of bliss passing through me in overpowering waves, tears streaming down my cheeks as the feeling of it overwhelmed me.
He came just a second later, pounding into me until I was convinced he wanted to make sure I was dripping his cum for the next week. Until I was sure he wanted me to never forget the way he felt in this moment.
Over and over again.
Our eyes locked, never wavering.
Until he finally slowed and stopped, my body weak, and shaking. I was ready for bed, but I had one last thing I needed to do.
Still panting, I hardened my eyes and used what little strength I had left to shove him off.
He fell back without a fight, not having expected me to do that, I guess.
I stood, Evelyn pulling her fingers out of her from where she had propped herself up on the other side of the bed. I guess she had finished too.
I walked over, unsteady on my feet, and pulled a robe from my closet, not bothering to think too much about who had put it there. “Another payment done,”
I told him, watching as he sat up, his cock still twitching, now covered in my cum. My eyes locked with his. “Get your shit and get out of my house. I’ll see you when the next one is due.”
With that, I headed out of my bedroom and into my bathroom down the hall, locking the door behind me.
I fell back against the door, releasing a nervous breath, my hands shaking, my mind spinning.
I touched my lips gingerly, biting the corner of one, the taste of blood, cum, and Everett forever stained there.
I closed my eyes, my shoulders falling as the realization of something slammed into me so hard, it took my breath away.
I didn’t want to forget him.
I didn’t want to erase him from my skin.
I didn’t want to give my payments to anyone else.
I didn’t want anyone else.
All I wanted was him.
But to him, I was just another client. One his boss ordered him to fuck and collar.
A means to an end.
Was that enough for me? This. Just fucking?
Because…because I was falling hard for him. I had fallen hard for him. And I was nothing to him.
I slid my hands back into my tangled hair and sank to the ground. Goddammit. That was not supposed to happen.
It couldn’t happen.
I couldn’t feel like this, not for him. Not for anyone right now, I was pretty sure, but certainly not for him.
Wasn’t there a ‘healthy’ waiting period between an abusive ex-boyfriend being murdered in front of a person and that person moving onto someone else?
I rubbed my eyes, pulling my knees to my chest, suddenly feeling more vulnerable than I had in a very long time. As if my heart were suddenly on the outside of my body and could be seen by the world.
As if he would know as soon as he saw me next that something vital had changed.
What would happen then? Would he toy with me more? Would he use it against me in some fucked up way? Or would he hand me off to one of his brothers, Azrael perhaps, to pay the rest of this debt?
My blood ran cold. No. No, I didn’t want that. I couldn’t have that.
I dropped my hands from my face and stared blankly at my bathroom. I refused to be handed off to someone else. I wanted him.
So, I couldn’t change. I couldn’t allow him to see this horrible revelation. I couldn’t allow him to see that I craved fighting with him. That I craved hearing his voice. That I craved his touch. I couldn’t allow him to see that anything had changed at all. I felt like I was suddenly the injured deer the wolf had been looking for and now I had an open wound I had to protect with my life.
He could never know that I had fallen for him. Ever.