Chaotic (L.O.R.D.S. #7) — Chapter no 35

THIRTY-FIVE

KASH TON

t has to be after midnight by the time I bring my bike to a stopI in the circle drive and run up the stairs. I went to Eve’s house, and she wasn’t there. I tracked her phone, and it told me she was here.

Why the fuck would she be at Carnage? Have my broth ers taken her in and thrown her in a cell? If so, why didn’t they fuck ing call me?

I’ve called them and neither one answered me. Eve’s cell is turned on Do Not Dis turb, so every call goes unanswered, but I’m still able to track her.

As I rush through the door, Jessie spots me. “Sir—”

“Is Eve here?” I interrupt him in a panic.

“Yes. I parked her car in the garage.”

“Where the fuck is she?” I snap. If my broth ers kidnapped her, why would they bring her car?

He frowns. “Miss Sinclair is in your room…”

I run to the ele vator and enter my room in a hurry to see the bed unmade, the TV on, and her bag on the round ta ble by the French doors that lead out to the balcony. The bathroom door is slightly open, and I can see the light on. I enter to find her in my bathtub, her head back on the porcelain, eyes closed, hair up in a messy bun and the tub filled with bub bles while “Sorry” by Halsey plays softly from her cell. I pick up her phone, turn it off, and place it on the counter before turning back to her in the tub.

“Eve?” I ask and her eyes pop open. “Everything okay?” This is ei‐ ther a good sign or some thing bad has happened to her. My mind in‐

stantly goes to Evan, and I scan her face, neck, and shoulders to look for bruises but don’t see any. I’ve got cameras on her house so I can see when she’s coming and going, and I haven’t seen him there.

She slowly sits up, the water sloshing around, and her eyes meet mine. “I hope it’s okay that I came over.”

“Of course.” I let out a deep breath to see that she’s not injured.

She’s always welcome here. Anywhere I am, for that matter.

She runs her hand through the bubbles, dropping her gaze. “Thank

you.”

“May I join you?” I ask.

She nods, and I quickly get undressed and sink into the hot water, hissing in a breath as I sit facing her. I look over her makeup-free face. Her eyes are sad, her face worried.

I wanted to go for a ride. To try and free my mind, but it was on her the entire time. What she’s seen. What she’s been through. I wish I could help her, but she’s not going to let me in easily.

“Talk to me,” I urge. She needs to know I’m here for her. That she can tell me anything. My hands run up and down her legs under the water as I let her gather her thoughts and decide what she wants me to know.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said the other night after the meeting at Blackout… Evan didn’t fuck me.”

“That you know of or that you re member?”

She frowns, tilting her head to the side at my question. After how I’ve seen her re act to things and what I’ve been told, I feel like there are times of her life that are miss ing. That she either chose to block out or just can’t re member. I’ve seen her dissociate and I’ve wit‐ nessed how she feels afterward.

“I…” She licks her lips. “I know for a fact that we’ve never had sex.”

“How?” I push.

She pulls away and rests her back against the tub, looking up at the ceiling. My eyes drop to her delicate neck, and she swallows be‐ fore she says, “He just wouldn’t.”

I run a wet hand through my hair. I’ve seen it before. Even those out side of the Lords’ world will rape members of their families. Sex is

sex to them. Blood re la tion doesn’t matter. In most cases, it’s about power. To keep the bloodline going. “You can’t be sure, Eve…”

She sits up and takes my hands in hers. Big green eyes search mine, and I’ve never seen her look more unsure when she says, “It didn’t happen.”

The way her voice soft ens tells me she’s convincing herself more than me. Maybe the thought of a half brother raping her is too much for her to accept. Maybe I’m the one who has put that thought in her head and now she can’t get past it.

“I believe you,” I tell her, hoping she doesn’t hear the lie. She has no clue what happened to her. And hones tly, I hope it stays that way.

She leans forward, and her soft lips gently touch mine. It’s a test to see how I feel about her. If I’m still in love with her.

I slide my hand around the back of her neck, holding her in place, and her lips part for me to deepen the kiss. I take advantage of it, wanting to taste her. It’s only been two days, but I’ve missed her like crazy.

Pulling away, I run my knuckles over her racing pulse, and her lashes slowly open. “Marry me.”

She bursts into laughter, and the sound makes me smile. There’s the woman I’ve fallen in love with. I will hand her a gun and a sta‐ pler. She can patch me up after she shoots me.

“I’m seri ous.” I take her bubble-covered hands in mine.

“Kash—”

“We can elope and be mar ried by tomorrow morn ing.” One call, and the private jet will be fu eled and ready to go within the hour.

“The Lords would never allow it.”

She didn’t say no. “They can’t stop us.”

“But they can punish you,” she whispers.

I let go of her hands and place mine on her face. “Don’t worry about me, angel. I spent six months in training; I can take whatever punishment they throw my way.” It wouldn’t matter, as long as I got to be her husband.

“They’ll take what you love the most,” she says.

Her. “I’ll build you a castle. One with a moat.”

She laughs again, softer this time.

“I’m se ri ous. I’ve al ways wanted to own alligators. We’ll get seven and name them after the days of the week. And we’ll feed them nothing but human re mains from Carnage prisoners. I can pro tect you, Eve. I prom ise.”

Lower ing her gaze to the bubbles, she sighs. “You’re not untouch‐ able, Kashton.” She looks up at me through her lashes. “Your family isn’t untouchable. This isn’t a game that we can win.”

“I won’t let us lose,” I prom ise her. Placing my hands on her face, I bring her to me and gently kiss her lips again, needing more.

EVERETT I want to re member this mo ment. How good it feels to know for this second that I’m safe. That what woke me up back at my house was just a night mare. It might have happened in the past, but that’s over. This is now. This is my fu ture. Even if it’s for a short time.

“I’m sorry,” I whis per.

He frowns, wondering why I’m sorry; but hones tly, it’s a long list.

“You don’t have to apol o gize to me, Eve. Ever. Okay?”

But I do. When he finds out who I re ally am, he will run as far away from me as he can. He’ll re alize how bro ken I truly am and that I’m not worth it.

His knuckles run down my chest, over my stomach, and softly touch my hip. I flinch when they linger on my butterfly tattoo. I know he wants to ask about it. He saw the marks on me that night on theIsabella.

I just can’t seem to say the words. To tell him what I’ve been through. I’m ashamed of who I allowed them to turn me into. The me Kash ton knows now isn’t who I was. And if I tell him anything about my past, he’ll see me differently. He won’t want me anymore.

I can’t take that chance. I’m not ready to let him go.

We finish up in the bathtub and dry off be fore crawling into his bed.

“Why is the TV on?” I ask softly.

“I can’t sleep with out it,” he an swers with a yawn.

“I can’t sleep with out music playing,” I tell him.

He shifts to roll over and grab his phone. “I can turn on some mu‐ sic—”

“No,” I interrupt him, placing my hand on his chest to stop him. “I just meant I can’t sleep with out some sort of noise either.” When a person’s forced to live in silence, they begin to crave chaos. Their mind needs something to distract them, other wise they’ll go crazy.

He rolls back and gently kisses my fore head. “I’m right here, Eve, and I’ll be here when you wake up.”

I snuggle into him, and he turns onto his side. I place my leg over his hip, and he slides his hand under the covers to grip my bruised thigh, holding it in place.

I crave his touch between my legs, so I move my hips back and forth.

He opens his eyes, and I search them as my hand runs over the back of his head, feeling his soft hair.

I want to be his wife, but I’ll never tell him that. Be cause it’s not fair to him. He deserves a woman he can be proud of. Who can give him a family. I’m not that woman.

“Horny, angel?” he asks as his tatted hand runs up my thigh and dips between my legs.

I moan when he gently plays with my pussy. Teasing me. “Yes.” He hasn’t touched me since he played with me a couple of days before the re ception. I had a little meltdown afterward, but I’ve wanted him ever since.

“Want me to fuck you until you fall asleep?”

“Please,” I beg.

The corner of his lips turn up slightly. He re positions his hand and starts to finger me. My breathing picks up when he slides two into me. It’s crazy how often my body begs for him.

A part of me questions if it’s natu ral or because of my past. Would I be this way with another man? No. I trust Kashton. He’s not like the oth ers. I’ve never felt safer in my life, and that alone should terrify me.

Kash re moves his fin gers and I pout. He chuckles, getting out of bed, and I wait impatiently while he goes back into the bathroom to his closet. When he re turns, he commands, “Stand up.”

I can’t get to my feet fast enough. I have no shame in wanting to be his toy tonight.

“Bend over the bed. Hands behind your back.”

Kneeling next to his bed, I place my stomach and chest on the mat‐ tress with my arms crossed behind my back.

I bite my inner cheek to keep from moaning when I hear the metal clanking before he places my wrists in the unforgiving hand cuffs. My body loves the sting. It has been trained to crave pain. It’s why I’ve never let anyone touch me. Until now.

How far will I let him go? The answer is as far as he wants because I know he’ll make it feel good.

“Spread your legs.” His hand slaps my ass, and I yelp at the sting.

Doing as he says, I spread my knees as much as I can in the awk‐ ward position.

He kneels behind me, his knees hold ing mine open, and I feel some thing cold run over my ass and pussy.

“Kashton.” I breathe his name while smash ing the side of my face into his bed.

“I’m going to make you work for it, Eve,” he tells me, and I know

what he means.

My skin tingles with excite ment.

I feel pres sure against my ass, and I try to push my hips into the side of the bed.

“Easy.” His free hand caresses my back. “Re lax for me, angel. Don’t fight it.”

I whimper and close my eyes as he forces the butt plug inside me.

My breath hitches, and I can’t help but clench up when a cry is ripped from my lips.

“You’re making it harder on your self, Eve.”

I gasp, my lips parting, and my legs tremble, loving the feel of him forc ing it inside me.

“Deep breath,” he com mands, and I fill my lungs. “Let it out slowly.”

As I re lease the shaky breath, my ass gives way to the base of the plug, and I bite into the com forter to keep from crying when it stretches me wide.

“Good girl.” He rubs my back. “That’s a good girl, angel.”

I’m trembling, and sweat has bro ken out over my body.

He begins to rub my pussy, and I push against him, fight ing the cuffs. “You’re doing great, Eve. Now I’m going to fill that tight cunt as well.”

“Please,” I beg, knowing he’s not going to fuck me. He could make me stay like this all night.

He pushes two fin gers into me and doesn’t go slow, fuck ing me rough and hard. My body rocks back and forth against the side of the bed, my breathing ragged and pulse racing. I don’t care how desperate I look.

When he re moves them, my body re laxes, slumping with exhaus‐ tion al ready. But it’s short-lived, because now he’s pushing some‐ thing large into me. My breath gets caught and I tense, but I can’t stop him. He pushes the dildo into my soaked pussy with ease, mak‐ ing me take it.

This is what I wanted. This is why I ran to him tonight.

I feel Kashton stand and then his hand is in my hair. He grips it tightly and pulls me off the side of the bed, yanking my head back, and I cry out. “That’s my good girl.” He leans over and kisses my cheek from behind.

Then he lets go and sits down on the side of the bed in front of me while I re main kneeling at his feet. “Tell me, angel. How’s it feel to have both your ass and cunt filled?”

I’m pant ing, rocking back and forth on my knees.

“Hmm?” He arches a brow at my silence.

“I need you.” I push my chest out, hoping he’ll play with my breasts. My nipples are hard and begging to be touched.

He gives me a smile before reach ing over to grab some thing off the night stand. Then he’s buckling a collar around my neck. It’s thick and makes it hard to move. The leather rubs my skin, and I know it’ll be ir ritated, leaving marks once he takes it off. Who knows how long he’ll make me wear it.

“You’re al most there.” He stands and grabs my upper arms, pulling me to stand as well. Walk ing behind me, he undoes the cuffs, and I frown, but then he’s placing his belt around my waist and fore arms, pin ning them down to my sides.

Kashton moves to face me once again and kneels. He picks up one leg at a time and places my feet into some kind of one-legged suit.

“I had this made just for you, angel.” He pulls the soft mate rial up my legs, forc ing me to keep them together. “It’s a bondage sleep‐ sack.” Standing, he continues to pull it up and over my thighs. Then my hips and waist. It gets tighter as it covers my arms and wraps around my chest. It feels like a strict corset cover ing my en tire body, coming all the way up to the collar.

I stand in front of him, unable to move, and it makes wet ness pour between my thighs, coat ing the toy that’s buried deep inside me.

“How does that feel, Eve? Tight enough?” He runs his tatted knuck‐ les down the side of my cheek.

I’m desperate for him to fuck me. To let me come. “Yes,” I answer breathlessly, leaning into him.

He walks away, leaving me facing the bed. I try to look over my shoulder, but I can’t without falling over, so I stay where I’m at.

I feel his body push up against the back of my legs when he says, “Open wide.”

My lips part on their own before I can even process what’s happen‐ ing. Something large and round is shoved into my mouth, forc ing it open wider before he pulls the leather tight around my head and buckles it in place.

Then he’s picking me up, cradling me to his chest, and placing me on the bed. I mumble nonsense through the open gag as I look up at him.

“Beautiful.” He stares down at me, his fin gers lining my lips before slipping them into my mouth. “I’ve got your mouth strapped in an open-mouth gag,” he informs me, pushing his fingers to the back of my throat. I try my best not to gag. “Good girl,” he praises me, and I blink rapidly. “See? Those forty-eight hours on your knees did you well, angel.”

I mumble at him, but even I don’t know what I’m trying to say.

“You’ll make a good little pet after all.” He re moves them and I rock from side to side.

Grabbing me, he pulls me to where my head hangs off the side of the bed, and I know what’s com ing. Kashton likes to fuck my mouth,

and I like when he does it.