Chaotic (L.O.R.D.S. #7) — Chapter no 15

FIF TEEN

EV ERETT

place my purse and cell down on the dresser that the TV sits onI as Leo goes to the re stroom. Leroy re moves condoms from his jacket. He drops four onto the bed. I want to laugh. Four? The guy has high hopes for himself.

“I’m on birth control,” I say, twirling a small piece of hair around my finger while biting my lip.

His face lights up at my lie. Men don’t want to wear condoms be‐ cause it doesn’t feel the same—especially when they’re paying for it.

They want the best experi ence they can get. But the inner urge to not knock me up and the possibility of knocking me up is a fine line.

Breeding kink is a thing, and men pay big money to fuck you raw in hopes of getting you pregnant.

But there are also STDs. I can’t get them, but who the hell knows about them. Then again, I’m not actu ally going to fuck them.

Leo exits the re stroom and tells his brother, “Bathroom is free.”

Leroy looks at me, and his eyes drop to my mouth. “How much will that cost me?” he asks.

I want to vomit at the thought of being his urinal. But instead, I drop my eyes to the floor shyly and whisper, “I’ve never done that…”

He adjusts his jeans, as if proud to be the first one to piss down my throat. I will sink my teeth into his dick like a hot dog on opening day at Fenway Park. Hell, I’ll even swallow it just to shit it out later.

“I’m ready.” Leroy grabs his belt and undoes it, followed by his jeans.

I walk over to the dresser that the TV sits on and open the bottle of wine. It allows them to get undressed. A naked man is more vul ner‐

able than one fully clothed.

A hand touches the back of my neck, pulling my hair to the side as I be gin to pour the wine into a Dixie cup.

I’ve got to make this quick. I know Kashton is right out side. Can’t get away from him, and I don’t doubt that he’ll come in here to fuck

it up.

“Drink?” I turn to face Leroy.

He goes to lean in to kiss me, but I dodge it and step around him to see Leo rip ping the pillows and sheets off the bed.

This place is cheap as shit, and they don’t question when you pay by the hour. These men are both millionaires, but they want to pay the bare minimum to fuck a whore in the middle of nowhere so their wives won’t see the charges on the credit cards. God forbid they wine and dine me before they vio late me.

“What’s the rush? You paid for the night.” I bring the cup of wine to my lips, but I pause when he gives me a chilling smile.

“Yeah, but we only have an hour with you.”

The Dixie cup is knocked out of my hand as an arm wraps around me from behind, tightening around my neck.

“An hour isn’t nearly enough for us both to fuck all your holes.”

I’m picked up off my feet and I kick them out, gripping Leroy’s arm and digging my nails into it. He growls in my ear, and his hand re‐ laxes, so I dig my teeth into his skin. He tastes like sweat and the peanuts he was eating at the bar.

As I yank his arm away, he drops me. I spin around to face him just as he back hands me hard enough that I stumble back and fall onto the bed.

Leo jumps on top of me, and I punch him, my knuckles ramming into his wind pipe as hard as I can. He sits up, kneeling over me, and grabs his neck, choking.

I crawl out from underneath him, pushing my back into the head‐ board before ramming my heel into his face. It cuts the side of his cheek and knocks him off the bed.

I jump up and drop to the floor. Reaching under the bed, I grab my bag, but I’m yanked back by my ankle. “Fucking bitch,” Leroy growls

while Leo lies unconscious on the floor next to me. “We were told you’d be a handful.”

“Let go,” I grind out, slamming my other heel into his thigh, forc ing him to re lease me. But he re covers quicker than his brother.

He goes to kick me in the side, but I roll away just in time and kick in the back of his knees, knocking his legs out from under him.

He hits the floor with a thud and a groan. I take the opportu nity and grab the knife from my bag and stab him in the chest just as the

door is shoved open.

KASHTON I step into the room and slam the door shut. Eve jumps up from the floor on the other side of the bed with a knife in her hand, blood drip ping from it. “Kashton? What the fuck are you doing here?” she hisses. Her breathing is heavy, her hair is a disheveled mess, and her shirt is ripped.

“What the fuck are you doing, Eve?” I demand.

Walk ing over to the opposite side of the bed, I see a naked man passed out and another one bleeding from a stab wound to the

chest.

“Leave,” she snaps.

“Are you a prostitute?” I growl and she rolls her eyes. The only rea‐ son I ask is because I took the phone from the last dead guy I found in here, and he had mes sage threads with multiple women. Each consisted of how much they cost, what they would and wouldn’t do, and times and places to meet. “Are you try ing to get your self killed?”

Knowing it and seeing it are two very different things. I run a hand through my hair. “I’ll call the guys and clean this up.”

She gives a rough laugh, “I don’t need your broth ers, Kash. Just leave.” Standing next to the unconscious man, she looks down at him with a frown. Digging through her bag, she re moves a gun be‐ fore screwing on a suppres sor and dropping to a squat in her heels.

She grabs a pillow that’s al ready on the floor, places it over his head and shoots two rounds through it into his head. “You deserved worse,” she tells him and stands.

I’ve never been more turned on in my life. She’s such an angry an‐ gel.

I reach out and grab her hand as she goes to step by me. “Eve,” I snap and whip her to face me. “What the fuck are you doing? Tell me right now what this is.”

Maybe she did kill that woman in the cemetery. Maybe she’s deeper into Dollhouse than I thought. Charlotte said she saw her years ago with LeAnne at the cathedral. All the connected dots are too hard to

ignore.

“Do you work for David?”

Maybe he’s her pimp. That would be the better scenario of the two.

I’ve asked him before about her, but maybe she’s started working for him since then. It was a long time ago. After I killed that man on the Isabella for her.

Her green eyes look away from me as she clenches her jaw. My fin‐ gers tighten around her wrist, and she swings the gun toward me. I lift my free arm up, hitting her fore arm and knocking it out of her hand as she gets another round off.

Then I toss her onto the bed and straddle her hips. She screams, try ing to buck me off, and it lifts me up off the bed. Fuck, she’s stronger than she looks. Her adrenaline is pump ing after fighting off two men. I know the rush. It’s addictive.

Her fist connects with my jaw before making contact with my side, knocking the wind out of me.Fuck. She’s feisty.

She’s crawling off the bed when I grab her hair. It’s the closest thing I can reach. She screams in frustration when I spin her around and yank her over to the side. Her legs are hang ing off as I pin her front against the bed with my hand gripped around the back of her neck.

“Kashton,” she growls, panting. “Get off me.”

I ignore her, undoing my belt with my free hand before yanking it from my loops. Then I let go of her neck, grab her arms, and tie her wrists together behind her back with my belt.

“Fucking bastard,” she hisses. “Get the fuck off me.”

I pick her up and toss her onto the bed so hard she bounces before I flip her onto her back.

She’s gasping, lying in the center, with her wild hair cover ing her pretty face. I re turn to straddling her narrow hips and softly push

her hair out of the way. Wild green eyes look up at me.

“You can’t beat me, Eve.” I’m not one of these guys lying dead on the floor. I’m not under the as sumption that she’s a weak woman.

They willingly walk in here think ing they’re going to get to fuck her and then toss her some money afterward. I know the truth. I’m pre‐ pared for my angel to show all her cards.

Arching her back, she lets out a blood-curdling scream, and I slap my hand over her mouth, silencing her. Her eyes meet mine once more, and she breathes deeply through her nose.

“Calm down, angel.” She mum bles into my hand, and I just smile.

“You want to know what I think…” I don’t re move my hand for her to answer. “I think you work for Dollhouse.”

Her body goes rigid under mine.

“I don’t think you killed that woman in the cemetery, but I think you know who did.” I gently let up on her mouth. “So tell me what you know, and I won’t hand you over to the Lords myself.”

“Go ahead, Kash. Hand me over to them,” she challenges. “I’ll

make sure to take you down with me.”

“Me?” I laugh. “What have I done?”

“You were in the cemetery the other night, unconscious…for hours.

Who knows what I did to you while you laid there.” She just smiles at me as if she’s the one pinning me down.

Is she setting me up? Is that why she’s all of a sudden in my life? It makes sense. Charlotte had a double life when she was sent to go after Hai dyn.

She wiggles side to side, try ing to re lieve the pres sure of her body on her arms pinned underneath her. “Who are these men?” I de‐ mand. I have no clue who the two dead guys on the floor are.

Maybe they’re Lords. Even if they are, why them?

“Fuck you, Kash,” she spits venomously in my face.

I laugh. “Okay, angel. You want to play. Let’s play.” I get up off her and stand next to the bed. I grip her shoulder and drag her to where

her head hangs off the side.

“Kashton,” she swallows nervously.

Her fear is show ing. She’s tied up and at my mercy. What shall I do with her?

“I’m going to put that mouth to good use, Eve.” I unzip my jeans

and undo my button.

She moans, squirming, and I smile.

“I knew you’d be all worked up.”

I drop my jeans around my thighs and reach into my boxer briefs to pull my hard cock out. I wrap my hand around the base and run it up and down the pierced shaft a couple of times before I let it go.

Leaning over her, I undo her jeans and lower her zip per. I shove my hand down into her pants and rub her pussy. She bucks her hips, gasping. “Just like old times, huh?”

She tries to spread her legs far ther apart for me, but she can’t be‐ cause she’s still dressed. I push a finger into her, and she whimpers.

I look down at her, and she turns her head to the side, licking along my Jacob’s ladder. I chuckle at how desperate she is.

In serting a second fin ger, I’m rough with her cunt as I fuck her a few times and re move them. She slumps on the bed, and I bring my wet fin gers to her face and grip her cheeks. “Open wide, Eve. I’m going to make you drool all over that pretty face.”