Chaotic (L.O.R.D.S. #7) — Chapter no 16

SIX TEEN

EV ERETT

’m shaking uncontrollably. My adrenaline is pump ing, and it hasI nothing to do with the dead men on the floor.

Kashton adjusts my body so my head hangs off the bed farther and runs the tip of his dick along my lips. I want to please him. My body knows what to do. This is what it’s been trained for—to be used.

He slides the tip of his pierced dick into my mouth as he rips my shirt more than it al ready was. His hands shove my bra out of the way, and he grabs a hold of my breast, rough and needy, as his cock invades my mouth.

He’s so big. I try to adjust my head more at an angle so he slides in, but his mus cular thighs are on either side, pinning me in place.

So I open wider, my jaw al ready aching in this position, and the cold metal makes saliva gather in my mouth. I try to swallow it, but I can’t.

My hips rise, need ing him to re move my jeans and touch me, but I know he’s not going to when he laughs at my desperation. This is about him.

His cock pushes far ther down my throat, and he groans when my air is taken away. My body jerks involuntarily, and he pulls out.

I cough, and spit covers my lips when I gasp in a breath. “Not used to getting face fucked?” he asks, smiling down at me. “I’ll teach you, angel,” he assures me. “You’ll learn re ally quick just how I like it.”

Be fore I can say anything, he shoves his cock back into my mouth.

I open wide, closing my eyes. His hand drops to my nape, and he grips my skin, pulling pieces of my hair caught between his tatted

fingers, and lifts my neck to arch it more so he can slide down my throat once more.

I gag when he hits the back of my throat. I’m nowhere close to taking all of him. My legs kick out and I arch my back, try ing to twist and breathe.

“Fuck, Eve.” His free hand slaps my breast, and the lingering sting makes my pussy throb. “Re lax your throat and breathe through your nose; your mouth is busy,” he instructs me.

My nose? How? He’s blocking it every time he pushes down my throat, smash ing my face into him. I think I’m about to pass out when he pulls out. I cough again, and more saliva lands on my face.

“You’re doing so good, Eve.” His one hand re mains on the back of my neck while the other rubs the side of my face, smearing my drool. “Look at me.”

I open my heavy eyes and suck in breath after breath, glancing at him upside down. He moves to sit down on the bed beside me and lifts my head with his hand still in place.

“I’m sorry,” I breathe and flinch at my own words. I tense, waiting for him to hit me for not doing what he wants.

In stead, he frowns as his eyes take in my messy face. “Don’t apolo‐ gize, angel. You’re doing great,” he as sures me, and my cheeks flush at his lie. “Open wide and stick out your tongue.”

I do as I’m told, and he places two fingers in my mouth. He rubs them along my tongue at first and then pushes them to the back of my throat.

I gag, my body jerking at the intrusion, but my under wear is soaked and I’m desperate for him to fuck me.

“Breathe,” he commands. “Through your nose.” He holds his fin gers there, and my watery eyes close. “Eyes on me.” He re moves his fin‐ gers and gently taps the side of my face.

My pussy clenches, and I groan. My body re members this from be‐ fore, and it couldn’t be more turned on. “Please?” I beg shamelessly.

He smiles at me and shoves his fingers back into my mouth. I blink rapidly while he holds them in place, pinning my tongue captive.

I arch my neck and try to loosen his hold, but it’s useless. “You’re being a good girl for me, Eve. So good.” He starts to move his fin‐

gers back and forth, but then he adds a third, and my eyes widen at the extra intrusion. “You’ll be able to take my cock down your throat in no time.”

It’s a prom ise that I’m going to be his fuck toy, and I wrap my lips the best I can around his fingers to suck on them, show ing him that

like a dog, I, too, can be trained.

“Fuck,” he groans, pulling them out.

“Fuck me,” I plead. It’s been years, and as much as I’ve de nied my‐ self the pleasure of sex, I need him right now.

He gets up and crawls onto the bed, yanking my jeans down. I help him by kicking off my heels be fore lifting my hips. Then he’s kneeling between my shak ing legs.

“Watch me fuck you, Eve.” He wraps his hand around my throat and pushes it off the side of the bed once more so I can see myself on the mirrored wall a couple of feet from us. He grabs his cock and watches while he slides into my soaked pussy. “Fuck,” he groans as my cunt stretches for him. “Goddammit, angel. You’re so tight.”

My heavy eyes fall closed, and his hand flexes around my throat, re stricting my air. “Eyes open and on the mirror. Watch me fuck you, angel.”

My hips buck on their own, and I arch my back more, trying to get my neck free so I can breathe, but it doesn’t help.

Tears cloud my vision and the sound of his cock fucking my wet pussy fills the room.

“That’s my girl.” He pulls his dick from my cunt and lets go of my neck to slap my pussy.

I choke out a gasp and flinch at the pain. It just makes me wetter.

“Beautiful.” He runs his fin gers between my lips and then sits up.

Gripping my hips, he flips me over onto my stomach.

My head hangs off the edge and my hair sticks to my slick face. His knees spread my legs, forc ing me to arch my back and I groan when his pierced dick slides back into me. I’m so sore al ready. It’s been too long.

He grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head up. I cry out, but he slides his free arm around my exposed neck and flexes, cutting

me off. Lower ing his lips to my ear, he smiles at me in the mirrored wall before us.

I fight my tied arms, but his weight is on top of my back, crushing them between us. I can’t move and my pussy clenches down on his cock.

His smile grows at the feel of it. “I want you to see what I do when you get off.” His hips start to move back and forth while his tatted mus cular arm holds me captive.

My lips are parted, eyes heavy, and drool starts to fall from the cor‐ ner of my mouth.

“Gorgeous.” He kisses the side of my slick face while thrusting his hips back and forth, fuck ing my pussy. “See your self, angel?” His deep voice sends a shiver down my arched spine. “How good you’re doing. Your cunt is taking my cock so well.”

My face tingles and my heavy lashes blink. Dots start to cloud my vision.

“Don’t pass out on me, angel. Not yet.” He loosens his arm just enough that I’m able to suck in a ragged breath.

“Pl-ease?” I beg desperately, squirming under his body. I need to come.

“You can have anything you want, Eve. All you have to do is ask for it.” He pulls back and slams forward, his cock making my eyes roll into the back of my head.

I’m so close. “I need…please, Kash, I need to come.”

His arm tightens around my neck once again, and his hips thrust harder.

By the sound of his body slapping mine, I know he’s not going to give up this time. I’d smile if I could. My body heats up with plea‐ sure as his cock slams into me. It hurts like it’s my first time. A burn‐ ing feeling due to his large size stretching me. My body tries to fight, to pull away, but he holds me in place. Allowing no escape.

His eyes are on mine while dots start to cover the mirror in front of my face. I blink and he speaks. “Beautiful…” Kashton’s voice trails off, or maybe I lose my hearing over the blood rushing in my ears.

The light in the room grows brighter before it seems to ex plode in front of my heavy eyes. Heat rushes over my sweat-covered skin

and my pussy clenches down on him.

“That’s a good girl,” I hear him faintly say before everything fades away.

I groan, lifting my head, and re alize I’m still in the mo tel. I’m lying on my stomach, head hanging off the edge and drool running from my parted lips. Blink ing, I scan the floor and see the dead guy that I shot in the head.

Scrambling to sit up, I push my hair from my face and look around quickly to see that Kashton has left. I passed out. Well, he choked me out as I came all over his dick. He must have re moved his belt from around my wrists, gotten dressed, and left me here.

What a gentleman.

I get off the bed slowly because my body is so sore. Be tween the fight with the two guys and the sex with Kashton, I’m exhausted and still shak ing.

Looking for my phone, I see a Post-it on the mirrored wall by what seems to be a small bullet hole. Squint ing, I walk over to it and read the writing.

“Fucking bastard.” I rip it off and wad it up, throw ing it into my bag and collecting my things. I re member getting off a shot before he took the gun from me. I wasn’t re ally aiming for him, but if he wants to think that, then that’s fine.

I get dressed the best I can because Kash ripped my shirt, toss my bag in my car, and send a text before I drive off.

Done.

I’m pulling into my drive way thirty minutes later, still trembling at what I did.

I had sex. The thought hits me like a punch to the face. Shame en‐ ters my mind, and I feel disgusted. I begged to suck his dick.

Begged to be fucked. I fuck ing apol o gized. For what? Not being a

good whore for him?

“You’ll be such a good dolly.”

I park my car, not even both er ing to close my garage door, and rush inside. I make it to the bathroom just in time to fall in front of

the toilet. I throw up all the al cohol I had tonight because that’s all

that’s in my system.

KASHTON I left her there to see what she would do afterward. To see where she would go.

She went home. I park my bike in my garage across the street. It’s late and no one is awake at this time of night. Not in a neighborhood like this. Then I walk over to her place. It’s easy, considering she left her garage door open.

I walk past her car and frown. She was in a hurry to get inside.

Didn’t even close the car door. I bump it with my hip, shutting it, and then press the button on the wall to close the garage.

Stepping inside, I lock the door behind me to see I’m in a laun dry room. I quietly look around the next door to see a hallway. The sound of her gagging has me hurrying my step.

Is some unlucky bastard fucking my girl’s face? If so, I’ll rip out his tongue and shove it down his throat. I’ve let her play around for too long. I’ve claimed her. She’s mine. There’s no going back now.

Storming into what I’m guessing is her bed room, I hear a toilet flush, and I stop.

Then she’s gagging again followed by the sound of her vom iting.

She’s sick? She seemed fine earlier. Maybe she had too much to drink and I didn’t no tice?

She flushes the toilet once more, and then the bathtub starts run‐ ning. I quickly hide in a side room as she exits the primary suite at the end of the hall and walks to her kitchen. Slowly, I step out and make my way down the hall and to her bedroom before sliding into her bath room. I slip into what I’m hoping is her closet, shut off the light, and close the door, leaving it cracked for me to look out with one eye. I’ve got to get cameras installed in her house ASAP.

Eve enters a few minutes later with a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. She checks the tem perature of the water filling the bathtub first and then turns on the sink and splashes her face before brushing her teeth and rinsing with mouthwash. I watch her face in the mirror, and I don’t see any visible signs of being impaired.

She bows her head, her disheveled hair falling to shield her face from me, and takes in a deep breath. Picking up her phone, she taps on the screen a few times, and “Don’t Let Me Down” by The Chainsmokers and Daya begins to fill the large bathroom. She puts her hair up in a messy bun and slowly begins to un dress.

She unbuttons and unzips her jeans, her hips softly swaying back and forth while she pushes them down her lean legs. She’s not wearing any underwear because I took them back at the motel.

Bruises dot her tan skin. Most appear fresh from tonight. Some from those two men and a few from me, I’m sure. The ones I made with my teeth two nights ago in the cathedral office are prom inent.

She places her cell and the bottle of Jack on the side of the bathtub before she sinks into it.

The music is interrupted by her phone ringing. She looks at it and her fin ger hovers over the De cline button. Sighing, she answers and puts the call on speaker, leaving the device sitting on the edge of the tub. “Yes?”

“What the fuck happened tonight?” a familiar voice barks, and ev‐ ery muscle in my body tenses while my pulse begins to race.

What the fuck?

“I’m good, thanks for asking.” She rolls her eyes, sliding far ther into the bathtub, getting comfortable.

“Eve,” he growls, “you weren’t supposed to kill them both.”

I grip the closet door’s knob, wanting nothing more than to rush out there, take her phone, and demand to know what the fuck is go‐ ing on.

“How was I supposed to have known he was bringing his brother?

They were expecting a two-for-one special.” She closes her eyes.

“You’re lucky I’m committed to my job.”

He gives a humorless laugh. “Fuck, Eve. This is not—”

“So next time just let them rape me.” She nods to herself. “Got it.”

The man sighs heavily. “You know that’s not what I want.”

“One of them wanted to piss down my throat,” Eve adds, shiver ing.

“No thanks.”

After a long second of silence on her end, he says, “You did good.”

She huffs before opening her eyes and taking a swig from the bot‐

tle of Jack. “Thanks.”

“What about the third guy?”

She frowns. “What third guy? Another brother? There were only the two.”

“Missy said she saw a third guy. He’s been hang ing around the bar lately and followed you over to your room.”

Eve chuckles. “Of course she’s a tattling bitch,” she mum bles to

herself and then adds, “It was no one.”

“Eve. Who the fuck was it?” he demands.

She drops her head back onto the fluffy pink pillow behind her and closes her eyes once more. My girl looks exhausted. She’s coming down off her high, whereas my adrenaline is pumping at everything I’m hearing. “Kashton.”

“What?” he barks. “Kash…Kashton? My brother?” His voice rises.

“What the fuck was he doing there?”

Her eyes open and narrow at his harsh tone. “He’s been following me since you sent him and Haidyn to pick up the prisoner at the cathedral.”

“For the second time, that wasn’t me. Why would I send them there? I have nothing to do with the Lords,” he snaps and then adds, “Maybe Bill did.”

“No”—her gaze drops to the bub bles, and her voice softens—“he wouldn’t do that to me. Bill knows I want nothing to do with them.”

Nothing to do withthem? As in Saint, Haidyn, and me?

I can’t speak for Saint and Haidyn, but she didn’t act that way when my cock was inside her an hour ago. She was beg ging me for it. Her pretty pink cunt was soaked, and her mouth was greedy. She wanted me.

“I’m boarding the jet now. I’ll be landing in about three hours. Meet me—”

“No,” she interrupts him. “I’m going to down a bottle of Jack and

pass out.”

“Still self-medicating, I see.”

“Care ful,” she warns. “That tone sounds a little judgy coming from a man who fucks any woman who will spread her legs.”

He laughs softly and then clears his throat. “Be care ful, Eve.”

She stiffens but says, “I’m always care ful.”

“No. You’re not. Kashton is not someone you should fuck with.”

“I can handle him.” She squares her shoulders as if he’s looking right at her.

I love her confidence. That she thinks she can take me on and win.

The woman has no clue how persistent I can be. She can bring her stapler or a gun to fight with me, and I’ll still win. Every time.

“He’s bored, and that’s never a good thing.”

“What the fuck do you mean by bored?” She takes another drink, and some of it runs down her chin and onto her chest before it dis‐ appears into the bubbles.

“Saint has Ashtyn, Haidyn is busy with Charlotte, and I’m gone. He needs something to take up his time.”

“Well, that won’t be me.” She shakes her head in denial, and a few strands fall loose from her messy bun.

He’s quiet for a second before he makes a suggestion. “Maybe… maybe you should get away for a while.”

“Not this again.” Her teeth grind. “I’m not running. I like it here.”

Her green eyes slowly take in the bathroom, as if she’s proud of what she has.

“Everett, you have no friends, no true family other than Bill. Pack up your shit and get the fuck out of this state.”

She sits up, water splashing off the edges at her harsh move ment, and huffs. “I said no, Adam. I’m not fuck ing leaving my home. And I’m pretty fucking tired of you thinking you can order me around.”

“You work for me,” he says matter-of-factly. “I’m telling you now that you need to leave. Especially if you’ve got Kashton’s attention.

Nothing good could come from that.”

“I can think of some thing.” Her eyes widen and she slaps a hand over her mouth, surprised she said that.

“Wait. You let him fuck you?” he asks, surprised. Her hand still re‐ mains over her mouth while her wide eyes stare straight ahead at nothing. “I’m proud of you, Eve.”

Slowly re moving her hand, her eyes drop to the bub bles, and she whispers, “Yeah, well, it’s just sex. Everyone does it at some point.”

He ignores that and asks, “How do you feel?”

I frown, confused by the change in conver sa tion and why he cares so much. But she lays her head back on the little pillow and looks up at the ceiling as she swallows, softening her voice. “Sick. It was a mistake and won’t be happening again.”

Is that why she vom ited? Be cause we had sex? I made her physi‐ cally ill? Like…she was disgusted with me? She didn’t act that way at

the motel.

“What did you tell him?” Adam asks.

“Nothing. Not like we talked about our pre vious sexual partners.”

She snorts. “And I’m sure there’s another dumb bitch licking my cum

off his dick right now.”

Never, angel.

“No. I mean about the two dead guys he saw.”

“Oh. He asked some questions, and when I didn’t answer, he made some assumptions. I just let his mind run with it. I didn’t confirm or

deny anything.”

Adam sighs heavily. “I’ll reach out—”

“No.” She sits up quickly and water splashes over the side of the tub once more. “You promised me that if I worked for you, I would get re venge. Kashton will go to the Spades—”

“No. He won’t.”

“You don’t know that. You’ve been out of their lives for too long.

They no longer trust you.”

“Be that as it may,” Adam growls, “like I said earlier, Saint and Hai‐ dyn are both mar ried now. Their wives are pregnant. Kashton wouldn’t bring them into this.”

She bows her head in surrender. “He’ll want to get involved.”

“It sounds like he al ready is. I’m not going to risk your life because he decides to follow you one night and fuck shit up because he has no clue what’s going on. One second.” Adam speaks softly, ordering a drink on the private jet. “Hey, I just got a text that the scene is cleared, but the guys didn’t have their phones on them. Did you take them?”

That’s why she told me that she didn’t need my brothers’ help.

They have a whole system down.

“Fuck,” she hisses.

“What?”

Biting her lip ner vously, she an swers, “I… We…”

“Spit it out,” he barks.

“I passed out for a second.”You mean I choked you out, angel.

“When I woke up, Kashton was al ready gone. He must have

searched the bodies and taken them.”

“Goddammit, Eve,” he shouts.

“Hey. I did my job. You’re welcome, by the way.” He’s still shout ing when she hangs up the phone. Mu sic begins coming from it once again. She tosses it to the floor, and it lands on the white rug in the center of the room.

I re main hidden, watching her drink while she stares into nothing.

It’s the same blank look on her face that I saw that night on theIs‐ abella.

That night and the conver sa tion she just had with Adam makes me re think the notion that she was at Dollhouse. He said he was proud of her for having sex, and she got sick afterward.

She’s been used before. Groomed. And she hated herself after I fucked her because she liked it.

It makes me wonder if he’s fucked her, and I hate the idea of them together. That he could have had some thing that I wanted. I had her first, right? That night on the yacht. I met her before he did.

I’ve never been jealous, but the thought of her being with anyone else makes me see red. Even if it was before me.

Or the fact that she was used as a sex slave. What did they do to her? Obviously, she re members at least a little bit of it, oth er wise she wouldn’t have gotten sick because she allowed me to touch her.

I’ll show my girl that it’s okay to be fucked. That it’s okay to want to feel good. And I’ll make sure Adam understands she belongs to me.