Chaotic (L.O.R.D.S. #7) — Chapter no 13

THIRTEEN

EV ERETT

Fifteen years old sit on my bed, tightly strapped inside the straitjacket. I’ve lostI count of how long I’ve been like this.

It just makes it easier for them. They don’t like it when I fight back.

There’s nothing but silence. No TV, no music. They want me to go insane. Lose my mind. A woman doesn’t need an opinion or to have thoughts of her own. She just needs a functioning body.

The door opens, and my father enters, followed by a woman I’ve never seen before. You would think she’s here to help me. But I know that’s wishful thinking.

She looks at me and frowns. “How long has she been like this?”

“Keep your questions to your self. You’re here because you owe me,” my father growls.

She turns to face him. And their size difference is al most comical.

My father is six six, and she doesn’t even come to his shoulders. It’s interesting, though, because she’s dressed in a business suit and heels.

She must be important. Like the other bitch who comes and goes.

The one who thinks something is wrong with me.

“This is not healthy,” the woman states.

“Are you telling me how to raise my kid?” He arches a brow.

I want to laugh at that. This has been my life, and even I know that this isn’t how you should treat your child.

“You asked me to help. This is me giving my help.”

He crosses his arms over his chest, staring her down.

She’s un fazed, which makes my curiosity pique. Who is she and why is she so important? What kind of help could she possibly give?

“A woman is like a garden.”

He laughs at that, and I find it odd. I’ve never heard him laugh be‐ fore.

“I’m se rious. You want to grow a garden; it takes time and care. It needs water and sunlight.”

“What are you suggesting?” he asks, but his tone suggests he doesn’t care. “Put her outside under a sprinkler?”

“Look at her.” She turns to me. “Hair thinning, cheeks sunken in, skin splotchy. She’s too young to look this…frail. She needs to be well fed and taking vita mins.” The woman turns back to him. “She’s young and fertile, but there are still factors you must take into con‐ sideration.”

I shove myself into the headboard at the mention of fer tile and bring my legs to my chest. I strug gle in the re straints, wishing I could wrap my arms around them, but I can’t. The straitjacket has them secured to my chest.

They both look at me when they hear move ment.

“It’s okay.” She gives me a toothy smile. There’s nothing comforting about it. “I’m here to help you.”

I shake my head and glare at my father. “I will not—”

“You’ll do whatever I fucking tell you to do,” he barks, stepping closer to my bed.

The woman reaches out, placing her hand on his upper arm, and he stops to look at her. She quickly scribbles some thing down on a piece of paper and holds it out to him. “A list of things she needs.

You should get her started on them as soon as possible. It will help you get the re sults you want,” she assures him.

He reads over the list and nods his head a few times. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Fuck you,” I scream. I’m so tired of no one being on my side. No one caring about me. Tears sting my eyes, and I sink into the bed, try ing to look smaller, wishing it would swallow me up.

“Watch your tone, or I’ll gag you,” my father growls.

“Leave me with her,” the woman suggests softly.

gg y My father looks her up and down, and I know he’s fuck ing her. Not a doubt in my mind that he uses her. “She re mains in her re straints.”

“Of course.” She nods. The thought of re leasing me never even en‐ tered her mind.

Satis fied, he turns and walks out of my room, slamming the door behind him with the list in his hand.

“I fear we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot.” The woman’s smile is still in place.

“Don’t pre tend you’re here for me.” I drop my head on my knees and mum ble. “You’re here for them.”

“I am here for you, Everett.” She sighs and walks over to where she sits on the side of the bed. “That’s a pretty name.” Reach ing out, she grabs a piece of my hair and runs her fingers through it, sighing.

“You’re beautiful, Eve.”

Fresh tears sting my eyes.

“You look just like your mother.”

Hope fills my chest, and my wide eyes find hers. My mom is never mentioned. My father didn’t even know her. He was just the highest bidder, and I was the re sult. “You knew my mother?”

“I did.” She smiles. “And she wouldn’t want to see you hurt ing your self like this.”

My stomach drops. She’s try ing to manip u late me. Make me think my mother would want me to be a whore. “My father raped my mother, and then she was forced to have me. I should not exist.”

She chooses to ignore that. “I have a daughter. Around your age.

And—”

“And you’d let men rape her?” I interrupt.

She drops her eyes to my bed and sighs heavily. “Women have a purpose, Eve. And if you’re no longer able to fulfill that purpose, you are no longer useful to a Lord. Your mom is a testa ment to that.”

I flinch at the way she speaks of my mother. Like she’s trash, thrown away when she could no longer serve what this woman calls a purpose. No. I refuse to believe anything she says. “I don’t want to be useful,” I whis per.

She gently grabs my chin and lifts my head so I have to meet her stare. “I’m try ing to help you.” Her eyes search my watery ones. “I

y g p yyy y suggest you let me.”

I jerk my face from her hold and narrow my eyes on hers. “I’d rather you fucking kill me.” This woman is delusional. If my father is fuck ing her, then so are his friends. I’m sure they pass her around.

Take their turns. Just like they do with me. I’m nothing special. The only difference is I’m currently re strained and she’s not. She’s given into her fate. Accepted it. That’s why she’s not tied up or gagged right now. But I bet she is when they use her.

“I will never be like you,” I tell her, shaking my head. “You’re a dis‐ grace to all women. My mother would be ashamed—”

She slaps me across the face, cutting me off.

I give a rough laugh as the sting feels like a thousand knives to my cheek. Typical re sponse when they don’t like what you have to say.

The woman gets off the bed and re moves her cell from her pocket before fu ri ously typing away on it.

I look up at her through narrowed eyes, and she gives me a smile.

It re minds me of my father’s. The one I re ceive when I’m going to hate what’s on his mind. She pulls her sleeve of her suit jacket up and bites her own arm, sinking her teeth into her skin while she closes her eyes tightly.

Re moving it from her mouth, blood drips from the bro ken skin. She runs her hand through it and then rushes over to me, smear ing it across my face.

“The fuck?” I spit it onto the bed when some gets in my mouth. I spit again, gagging, trying to get the nasty taste off my tongue.

The door is shoved open and my father rushes in. “What hap‐ pened?” he barks, looking at me.

“She attacked me,” the bitch cries, lifting her arm. “Look. She bit me.” Removing her hand, she shows him the bite mark she gave herself.

His face grows tight when he glances over my blood-smeared face, and he spins around, leaving as fast as he entered.

“Lying bitch,” I sneer.

She drops her arm and smiles at me. “I have a purpose, Eve, and until you decide you want to fulfill yours, I’ll make mine all about you. You will not be the reason I fail.”

y My father enters once more, and my stomach drops when I see what he’s holding.

I try to scramble off the bed, but I can’t use my arms and there’s nowhere to go.

He grabs my hair, fisting it, making me scream at the pain. She helps him, taking the opportu nity to shove the rubber ball into my mouth, and he holds me in place while she fas tens it behind my head, se curing the gag in my mouth. He then shoves me onto the bed, face-first, and I sink my teeth into the rubber, imagining it’s the bitch’s arm. A mumbled scream of frustration makes tears burn my eyes.

“Let me know if she gives you any more problems,” he tells her.

Sitting up, I turn with my back to the head board and my knees to my chest. It’s not because I’m modest. I’m used to being naked.

She rises up on her tiptoes, kissing his cheek. “Thank you.”

I want to roll my eyes and stab her at the same time. This bitch has got to go. He leaves us once again, closing the door softly behind him.

She sits down on the side of the bed, re turn ing to the place she sat before, and smiles at me. “See, Eve? I’m a woman who understands her purpose and knows how to succeed in a world run by men.”

By using oth ers.

“Here.” She reaches over to the night stand and grabs a tissue.

Then she begins to blot my chin. “You’re drooling all over your self like a rabid dog.” Her actions suggest she cares, but her conde‐ scending tone tells me other wise.

My mouth is held wide open, there’s a rubber ball shoved behind my teeth, and my jaw al ready hurts. I blink back the tears I want to cry. They don’t get you anywhere. They’re a waste.

“Now where were we? Oh, yeah.” She begins to play with my hair.

“I think you’d look stunning with a bob. Cut all the dead ends off. I’ll talk to your father. Have him set up an appointment. I know some‐ one who will come here to do it for you.” She grips my shoulders that are re strained in the straitjacket and gives me a warm smile.

“See, Eve? Your father brought me in to help you. There’s no reason why we can’t be friends.”

y I mumble around the mas sive gag.

“What’s that?” She leans into me, dropping her head to try and un‐ derstand what I’m saying, just like I was hoping. I take the opportu‐ nity and slam my head into hers, knocking her back.

She begins to scream for my father, and I can’t help but smile around the gag when he rushes into the room. If I’m going to be punished, I’m going to fuck ing earn it.

Bitch.

“What happened, for fuck’s sake?” he barks.

“She…she hit me,” the woman cries, her bloody hand cover ing her face.

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 try ing to catch my breath, he picks me up and places my body on the spank ing bench. I’ve been here a lot lately. More than usual. I wish they’d go too far and just kill me.

“More fuck ing 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 se cured 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 re moved from his slacks sec‐ onds before it hits my ass. I bite down on the rubber ball gag, my breath mo mentarily 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 re moving that gag to fuck your face because you’ll just bite my dick. And your cunt is proving to be useless lately, but your

yyp gy y ass isn’t.”

I fight the re straints, 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 wet ness on my ass. Tears run down my face, and I sob into the re‐

strict ing ball shoved into my mouth.

I fuck ing hate them. All of them.

“You’ll break eventu ally, bitch. They all do.”

I’m standing in the office at the cathedral, going through files. I docu ment 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 with out re sponding. I’ll get there when I get there.

Turning back to the filing cab inet, I place the picture of the dead Lord into the file as the door opens and closes. “I don’t need an es‐ cort.” 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 do‐ ing here?”

He doesn’t answer. In stead, 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 re vealing about it other than it’s tight fitting and short.

His blue eyes linger on my neck for a few seconds be fore 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 some‐ where 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 re moves some thing from his

back pocket, and my pulse races when he drops a set of hand cuffs 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 arm rest 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 with out 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, hid ing 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 up‐ side 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 invita tion 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 fore head against the cool wood, try ing to get my er ratic breathing under con‐ trol be fore I face Kashton.

He has me cornered. I can’t es cape him. And he was right; there are Lords who want me dead. Sin and Elli didn’t even stay for din ner last night. Her demeanor changed the mo ment Bill walked into the din ing room. Sin noticed, and they left. I felt bad for Janice because she was so confused about why they left with out eating, but I was also happy for Elli. Sin knew she didn’t feel safe and Sin re moved her from the situ ation.

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 re laxed 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, re moving the chambered bullet, then un‐ loads 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 some thing 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 fin gers.

“I’m not leaving until I get what I want, an gel.”

I swallow nervously when he glances up at me.

“We can do it your way or mine.” He shrugs care lessly. “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 in‐ sert this into your neck.” He holds up the syringe. “Re turn ing the fa‐ vor. 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, un able to look at him. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched, but my body re members 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 under‐ stand?”

“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 some one. 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, pick‐ ing them up. Walk ing 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.

Reach ing 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 fin gers 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 with out being told—I know what he wants.

“Good girl,” he praises me, se curing my wrists in the cuffs. The sound of them clicking in place is deafening as they se cure my hands behind my back. There’s no going back. No es cap ing them. I hate that it feels like home. I spent so much time like this and have allowed him to knock me back years in a matter of seconds.

I should be ashamed. Pathetic and weak.

“Face me.”

I bow my head, doing as I’m told. He’s sitting down on the couch once more, and I stare at his jeans. My body shakes, my breathing is labored, and my heart is pound ing.

He leans forward, dropping his hand to my ankle, and gently touches his tatted knuckles to my skin. I jump from the initial con‐ tact. I immediately find his eyes, re membering his rule.When I’m touching you, you look at me. He doesn’t look surprised or amused by my unease. He slowly runs his knuckles up the inside of my thigh while staring up at me.

My legs tremble at the soft ness. The tenderness in his touch. I’m waiting for a slap or to be thrown onto the floor. He glances over my heaving chest, my hard nipples.

“Kashton,” I whisper, though I’m not even sure why I said it or what I want to say.

“Yeah, angel?” He runs two fin gers over my pussy, and my hips rock forward on their own.

That burning sensation covers my skin. As if I’ve been doused with gasoline and lit on fire. I’m fuck ing sweat ing standing here in noth‐ ing other than my heels while trying to catch my breath.

“You’re soaked, Eve.” He pushes two fin gers between my legs but doesn’t enter my pussy. He doesn’t have to. “Just like the last time I had you naked.” Pulling his hand back, he runs his fingers down my inner thigh, leaving a trail of wetness, almost daring me to deny it.

Dropping his hand, he undoes his belt and slides it free from his jeans in a full, smooth swoop.

“Straddle my legs,” he orders, and I slide onto the couch, forc ing my shaking legs far ther apart to do as he says. I’m embarrassed by how sweaty my legs are against the roughness of his jeans. “Why

are you shaking, Eve?” he asks.

I can’t answer. My tongue is too heavy.

“Hmm? I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to play with you.”

I whimper, and he smiles, placing the belt around my neck and looping it through the buckle before pulling it tight. I swallow to see how much space he leaves me to breathe. Not much, and it makes me moan.

“You’re gorgeous, Eve,” he says in awe as his fingers slowly circle my hard nipple. “Every inch of you is perfect.”

He’s going to ruin me, and I’m going to let him. Why? Be cause it feels good to be wanted. The way those butterflies flutter in my stomach has me drip ping for him. Literally. My pussy is staining his jeans while I straddle him.

This is what we’re groomed for. Sex. Even he was raised to be this way. Dom inant and controlling. To think with his dick. I haven’t had sex in years, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he got his dick sucked this morning.

Taking the excess belt that hangs down my exposed chest and stomach, he positions it so the warm leather lies down my bare back. The buckle is now at the nape of my neck. “Up on your knees.”

He slaps the side of my shak ing thigh.

I wiggle my way up onto my knees so my head is above his, and he lowers his body into the couch. He’s practically lying down in the new position. One hand grips my ass while the other fists the belt around my neck. It forces me to look up at the ceiling as it tightens.

My lips part and I suck in a ragged breath.

Then I feel his tongue on my pussy. My hips rock forward, and a shudder runs through me. “Kash—”

The belt tightens more, and it takes away my ability to breathe, let alone speak. My cuffed hands fist and my eyes close, but my hips

rock back and forth as his tongue slowly licks at me like I’m a sucker

he wants to savor.

KASHTON I hold on to the belt while my other hand re leases her ass and moves between her legs. I finger her soaked cunt while my mouth sucks on her clit. She makes unintelligible noises while she rides my

face.

Fuck, she tastes so good.

I saw the look in her eyes. The fear of what I was going to do to her and heryes, sir re sponse. It was the same on theIsabella. I knew she had been abused in the past. I’m not saying that I’m not going to use her for my own pleasure, but I want her to enjoy it too.

Her thighs squeeze my head as she pushes her hips forward and I pull her back with my belt wrapped around her neck. I let go and she gasps, suck ing in a deep breath.

“Tell me how you feel, Eve,” I order, wanting to make sure she’s present. The last thing I want is for her to wander off some where else.

“So…good,” she moans, her hips rocking once more.

I’m so hard for her. Have been for weeks. I’m just waiting… “Do you want to come?”

“Yes, please,” she answers. “I want you to make me come.”

I tilt my head to the side and gently kiss her shaking thigh. Then I sink my teeth into it, making her cry out before sucking her skin into my mouth, making sure to leave not only teeth marks but a bruise as well. She’ll re member me when I leave her here on the couch, naked, with cum leaking from her pussy.

Pulling away, I smile, satis fied, and move to her other thigh. Again, she’s screaming, and I wish I could fuck her. But I’m not going to.

Not tonight. She might think this is all about her, but it’s not. It’s me marking my territory. I might as well tattoo my name on her.

I pick her up and toss her onto her back on the couch. She cries out once more when she lands on her cuffed wrists, and I grip her thighs in my hands, shoving them wide open so I can see her pussy.

It’s a pretty pink color and glistening. Just beg ging for my cock to fuck it.

Kneeling next to the couch, I pull her closer to me and throw her legs over my shoul ders, burying my face between them.

I don’t stop. I fin ger, suck, lick, and bite every inch of her while she begs, screams, and pleads to come. And she does. All over my face.

“Good girl,” I praise her when I stand to my full height.

She’s gasping and trembling more than before while she lies there spent be fore me. Six years I’ve dreamed of this, and the re ality is better than I ever imag ined.

I run my hands down her sternum, loving the way she looks. Out of breath, cum cover ing her swollen cunt, while wearing nothing but her heels. The tips of my fin gers run over a butterfly tattoo on her hip. It covers up the three lines I re member her having. She flinches at the touch. Just like she did before. There’s a story there that I’ll save for later.

“You did good, angel,” I tell her. Then I roll her to her side, facing the couch, re move the key from my pocket, and undo the cuffs.

“Next time I’ll make you work for it.”

She whimpers, rolling onto her back, bringing her hands to rest on her chest.

“I’ll see you soon.” I give her a kiss on the fore head and then un‐ lock the door.

Ex iting, I see Alex in the hallway. He looks up from his phone when he hears me and tries to glance into the room, but I shut the door quickly so he doesn’t see her naked on the couch.

“Thanks for the help. Now go home,” I tell him. I knew she’d unlock the door and try to run. I needed her to think she was cornered, and it worked.

He nods with a chuckle. “Let me know if you need me again.”