Chaotic (L.O.R.D.S. #7) — Chapter no 28

TWENTY-EIGHT

KASH TON

“Such a good angel,” I praise her after she comes a third time.

I lift her head, and it lolls in my hand when I unfas ten the buckle, pulling the gag from her lips. Drool drips from it as I toss it to the floor. Then I pull the hood up off her head and lay her back down.

Her eyes are closed, and she’s gasping for breath while her body trembles. Re moving the AirPods, I hear the song still playing as I throw them onto the bed.

“Hey, pretty angel,” I say, run ning my knuckles down her flushed cheek, over the indenta tion the strap from the ball gag left. “Open your eyes, Eve. Look at me.”

Her heavy lashes flutter a couple of times, trying to open.

“Good girl.” I smile at her. “You did so good.”

Licking her lips, she tries to readjust herself, but I’ve still got her arms cuffed behind her back and her legs in the spreader bar. “Pl- ease,” she begs softly and her heavy eyes fall closed.

She’s worn out. Exhausted from coming so hard for me.

I pick up the chain lying across her chest and pull on it, and she

cries out. “Want me to stop, angel?”

She nods, sniffling.

“Words.” I pull on it more, and her back rises off the bed.

“Please…I can’t, Kash…please.” Her tear-filled eyes are on mine.

Letting go of the chain, I undo the nip ple clamps and then reach between her legs. I turn the vibrator slowly, and she whimpers, her breath hitching. “Know what I want, Eve?”

“Anything,” she gasps.

I smile. I al ways get what I want. “For you to be my date this

weekend.”

She nods. “Ok-ay.”

“Okay what?” I use my free hand and lift the rubber band around her left thigh and let it go. The knotted section where I tied it slaps against her skin, and she cries out. I do it again, and she’s trem‐

bling. “Okay what?”

“I’ll”—deep breath—“be your date.”

“Good girl.” I lean down and press my lips to hers, and as I ex‐ pected, she parts them, rising up to meet me with need.

I let go of the vibrator and cup her face, deepening the kiss. Our tongues dance while she moans into my mouth. Fuck, she tastes so good. Like every dark fantasy I’ve ever had and a shot of hope that maybe I won’t have to live this life all alone. That she’ll be my for‐ ever.

I pull away and re move the vibrator from her pussy. She slumps into the bed with a soft cry, and then I undo her ankles from the spreader bar but leave her heels on.

Quickly, I undress and crawl back between her shaking legs. I spread them wide with mine and slide my hard cock into her with a groan. Lower ing my body to hers, I hook my arms behind her knees.

“Who do you belong to, angel?” I whisper, slowly rocking my hips back and forth, fuck ing her soaked cunt.

“You,” she answers breathlessly, arching her back.

I lower my lips and gently kiss her neck, feeling her pulse race.

“Mine,” I prom ise her. “Come again for me, Eve.”

She sucks in a ragged breath. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” I sit up and run my hands over her shaking legs.

Grabbing both rubber bands, I pull them from her thighs and let them go.

She cries out, and I smile, loving the bruises al ready forming on her perfect skin.

“I want my cock covered in my girl’s cum,” I tell her. Pulling out of her pussy, I slap it, and her body shudders. “Beg me, angel.” I do it again, and she’s gasping. “Beg me to let you come.”

“Please,” she whim pers, thrashing underneath me.

“Please what?” I wrap my hand around her throat and gently

squeeze.

“Let…me come. I need—”

I cut off her air and slam into her cunt. Her lips part, but her heavy eyes re main on mine as I pick up my pace and fuck her. Our bodies slap and my breathing picks up. She arches her neck, trying to breathe when her pussy clenches down on my pierced cock.

“Good girl.” I drop my eyes to watch my cum-covered cock slide from her pussy.

As I re lease her neck, she gasps and chokes out a cry.

I lean down, sliding my hands into her hair. Grabbing a hand ful, I yank her head back and lower my lips to her neck. “There’s nothing wrong with coming, angel.”

Her body continues to shudder underneath mine from her re cent orgasm.

“Say it,” I demand, pulling back and forc ing her heavy eyes on mine. “Tell me you like to come.”

“I like”—she sucks in a breath—“to come.”

“Tell me you like it when I make you come.” I dot soft kisses along her jaw.

“Kash,” she gasps, and I smile, dragging my lips down her neck.

Fuck, I will never get enough of her. “Say it,” I command. “You will come for me, Eve. Whenever I want, however I want.”

“Y-es.” She sucks in a deep breath. “However you want.”

I slam into her, and she arches her back. This time I don’t slow down. I’m so fuck ing close anyway. Watching my girl get off turns me on so much.

Sitting up, I spread her legs wide and watch my cock fuck her hard and fast. The sound of her cries fills the room, along with the slap‐ ping of our bodies and her head board hitting the wall with each thrust.

“Fuck, angel,” I growl when she clenches down on me. Sucking me in when I pull back.

I’m gasping and she’s trembling when I slam forward one last time and come inside her. I kiss her parted lips before I slide out and get out of bed to grab the key to the handcuffs.

She immediately pulls her legs up, bending her knees and rolling to her side to re lieve her arms. I pull the key to the cuffs from my pocket and undo them. Then I cut both rubber bands around her thighs before jumping back on the bed and pulling her onto my lap while I lean up against the headboard.

She begins to softly cry, and I cradle her to me, pushing her wild hair from her slick face. “You did so good, angel. So fuck ing good for me. I’m so proud of you.”

Her body trembles in my arms, and I lean down, kissing her head.

“You’re okay.” I try soothing her. “You’re beau tiful, Eve. My angel.” I want to keep her here with me because this is when she’s going to doubt herself and what she felt. This is where she’ll drop, and it’ll be hard to pull her back up.

“Look at me.” I push her hair from her face. “Come on, Eve. Eyes on me,” I order more forcefully.

Her watery lashes flutter open and she glances up at me. “There are those pretty eyes. How do you feel?”

“Cold,” she whispers, shiver ing.

Coming down off that high can be rough. She’s covered in sweat, and I have the fan on. I reach over and yank the end of the com‐ forter and pull it up to cover her. “Better?” I ask.

“Thank you.”

“Get some rest, angel,” I tell her and watch her lashes fall to her

cheeks once more.

EVERETT I open my eyes to see I’m in my bed alone. The comforter has been ripped away, but I’m covered in a warm blanket.

Everything hurts. I feel like I’ve been on a three-day drinking ben‐ der and have wo ken up in a back alleyway by the dump sters. Very specific, I know. I’ve been there before in Ve gas. I had to call Adam to come get me. He said it was amazing that I hadn’t been kid‐ napped and killed. I didn’t tell him that I had tried before and was unsuccessful. I’m pretty sure he al ready knew about my past by that time.

Sitting up, I look around and see it’s light out side. How long have I been out? Minutes? Hours? Days?

There’s a bottle of water on the night stand with two Advil and a note that says Take these and drink this.

I want to write back and tell him to go to hell. In stead, I guzzle the water and take the pills. Getting to my feet, I stumble to the bath‐ room. Fuck, places on my body I didn’t even know existed hurt.

After using the bathroom, I push my back into the wall and slide

down it to sit by the toilet.

I feel sick.

Dis gusted with myself. Why can’t I control it?

I don’t blame Kashton. I blame myself. It’s my body. I should be able to deny it what it wants. I’ve done it for years now. I shouldn’t want to be his pathetic plaything.

My eye line drops to my thighs, and I see the bruises. They wrap all the way around, and then there’s a bigger one in the center. What did he have on my legs? I see the ones wrapped around my wrists,

and they look just as bad.

You’re a fucking whore.

That bile rises, and I swallow it down as my eyes begin to sting.

You’re nothing but a fuck ing useless whore.

“No,” I say, leaning forward to bring my knees up and place my head on them. My fin gers dig into my hair, pinching my scalp, trying to drown out his voice, but it’s no use.

The devil demands to be heard. Even if he whispers into your ear

for only you to hear.

Sixteen years old I’m sitting in my bed when my bed room door opens. I scramble to my feet when I see who enters. He slams the door shut and locks it.

“No…please.” I run for my bath room door, trying to put more space between us, but he’s faster.

Just as my hand wraps around the doorknob, his fingers fist in my hair, and he yanks me back against his front.

I scream, kicking my legs out and digging my nails into his fore arm.

His other hand slaps over my mouth and nose, cutting off my air as his fingers dig into my skin.

“You think they give a fuck if you scream?” He laughs, dragging me back over to the bed. “They’re just waiting for their turn.”

y jg He throws me onto the mattress, and I suck in a burning breath as I crawl across it. He yanks me back by my ankle and pins me down with his heavy weight, shoving my face into the bed.

When I no longer have the strength to fight him, he turns me over, and I blink my blurry vision away while I cough and choke, sucking in air.

He stands at the end of the bed, unzip ping his jeans. “Now let’s see if the hor mones that bitch has you on are working.” He slaps me, and I lie before him, taking it, knowing there is no es cape from this hell.

He’s the roughest. He just likes to beat women. They are nothing to him. Grabbing my ankle, he pulls me off the bed and onto the floor, knocking what little wind I had left out of me.

“Whores get fucked on the floor.” He chuckles. Then he flips me over onto my stomach and pulls my arms behind my back, where he holds them in a tight grip that will leave me bruised. “Don’t you dare fuck ing come. This isn’t about you, you stupid bitch.”

Silent tears fall down my face when he spreads my legs with his and the sound of my screaming fills the room over his grunts.

“Eve?”

My hands are grabbed and pulled from my hair. “No.” I kick my legs out, shoving him away.

“Eve.” Hands grip my face and force me to fo cus on what’s in front of me. “Hey, an gel.” Kashton speaks softly; his pretty blue eyes are full of concern while they search mine. “You’re okay. I’m here.”

My shoulders fall, and I bury my face in my hands, try ing to hide from him. Unable to look him in the eyes.

In a perfect world, he would love me.

In a perfect world, the Lords wouldn’t exist.

In a perfect world, I’d get to know what it feels like to be spe cial.

But this isn’t a perfect world. Mon sters do exist. They drive expen‐ sive cars and have a crest branded into their chests, and I will never know what it feels like to be loved.