Chaotic (L.O.R.D.S. #7) — Chapter no 37

THIRTY-SEVEN

EV ERETT

fine re spond to Kashton, but there’s a smile on my face. I like thatI no matter how much I push him away, he doesn’t let me get far.

I enter Bill’s office, wondering why the hell he’s got me coming in for the day. I’m sure it’s something he could have called me about.

He sits behind his desk, reading over paperwork, and re moves his glasses when he looks up to see me enter. “Hello, Eve.” He smiles.

“What do you need to say that couldn’t be said with a phone call?”

I de mand, and the smile drops off his face. This is going to piss me off.

He sighs heavily and gestures for me to have a seat, but I cross my arms over my chest.

“Kashton came to me the night after the re cep tion,” he begins.

“What did he want?” I ask, getting a bad feeling.

I’m not surprised, re ally. I told him a lot about myself, and I’m sure he wanted to ver ify it. Make sure I wasn’t blowing smoke up their asses. Bill’s probably mad I ratted out Evan as his son. He doesn’t claim him. Some people just can’t be helped, and Evan is one of them. Bill knows that no matter what he does or says, Evan will never change. I think a part of Bill re ally loves Sin’s mother, and he would never bring Evan into his life to jeop ardize their mar riage or

her life.

“He asked me to pull some strings.”

I step forward. “Strings for what?”

“He wants to make you his Lady.”

No. This can’t be right. “I can’t… They won’t…” We just had this conver sa tion in his bathtub. Why didn’t he mention it to me then?

That would have been the perfect time to say “Hey, by the way, I asked your father to pull some strings with the Lords so I can marry you.”

“Eve.” He comes around his desk and takes my hand.

“It can’t happen,” I whisper. Fucking around is one thing, but to be his wife? I can’t give him anything. “No…”

“You deserve this.”

I rip my hands from his and my chest tightens. “You told him no, right?”

He lowers his eyes to the floor, and my heart races.

“You told him no, right?” I demand when he doesn’t answer the

first time.

“Everett—”

“No,” I shout, stepping back. “You can’t be se rious.” This is more

than what we’ve been doing.

“You deserve this,” he whis pers.

“Kashton doesn’t,” I grind out. “They will hurt him. Fuck, Bill, you’re a goddamn Lord, for fuck’s sake. You know what they will do to him.

To his family.” His broth ers and their wives are all he has left. When they can’t get to him through me, they’ll go after the ones close to him.

I see it all the time when I sit in the cathedral and watch the con‐ fes sionals. He’s a Spade brother, so they will make an example out of him. “This can’t be happening,” I mumble.

“Hey.” He reaches down for me, but I pull away, not wanting to be touched right now. I’m so mad at both of them. Kashton for not telling me he went to Bill, and Bill for doing whatever the fuck he did to give Kashton what he wants.

What about what I want?You want to be long to someone. You don’t get more owned than be ing a Lady.

“You will get the life you dream of.” Bill speaks through my rambling thoughts.

I give a rough laugh. “You’ve got jokes.”

He places his hands on my shoulders, and I stiffen at the contact.

“Trust me.”

“That’s rich.” A Lord asking some one to trust him?

He sighs. “Your mom al ways wanted a little girl.” Tears sting my eyes at the mention of my mother. This world took her from me be‐ fore I ever got to meet her. “And she would be so proud of you.”

“No. She wouldn’t,” I whisper as a lump lodges in my throat. “I’m no one to be proud of.”

He gives me a kind smile. “You’ve survived so much, Eve. I just wish I could have stepped in sooner. Pro tected you like a father should have pro tected his daughter.”

I pull back and his arms drop to his sides. Turning, I go to leave, knowing this won’t go anywhere. He’s made up his mind to help Kashton. The door to his office opens and in steps the Lord I want nothing to do with right now.

“Eve.” His green eyes meet my watery ones.

“Adam,” I say and shoulder past him, wanting to get the fuck out of here. I’m pissed and emotional. Never a good mix. “Your sister is a bitch,” I can’t help but add when I shove the door open and storm out.

I’m almost at the ele vator when my arm is grabbed and I’m spun around. “Don’t touch me,” I snap.

Adam raises his hands and steps back, giving me some space. I’m on edge. What Kashton has done…the mention of my mother…the Lords don’t believe in fairy tales, so why is Bill trying to sell me one?

Adam shoves his hands into the front pockets of his dress slacks.

“How’s she doing?”

“Ask your broth ers.”

He sighs heavily. “I can’t do that.” Shaking his head, Adam adds, “I’m not sure they’d tell me the truth anyway.”

“She’s mar ried to Saint but seems hung up on Haidyn. She’s also pregnant, so Charlotte won’t stand up to her. But if I had to bet on a hand-to-hand fight, my money would be on Charlotte.”

“She’s been through a lot.”

I roll my eyes. “She shot her husband. Her husband, who she knew cheated at the vow cere mony to make her his in order to pro tect

her, putting his own life in danger. Then she ran. When all she had to do was go to him, and he would have done anything for her.”

“It’s more complicated than that.”

“No. It’s not. She cre ated a hostile situ ation and then cried victim.”

“You’re only saying that because it’s her life. Not yours.”

I give him my back, done with his conver sa tion, and punch the but‐

ton, waiting for it to open.

“Kash is doing the same for you.”

I stiffen but refuse to look back at him. Of course Adam knows what Kashton has done. He’s probably encouraging it because he knows who I re ally am. I wonder how his brother would feel if he knew what Adam knows about me.

“Kashton’s trying to save you from this life you hate so much. The life the Lords de cided they want you to have. He’s willing to give his life for yours. Just because you don’t pull the trigger doesn’t mean your actions won’t kill him.”

I spin around. “What do you mean give his life for mine?”

“The Lords know if you fail, you can’t be sentenced to be a breeder, so Kashton has agreed to take your punishment.”

My stomach drops. It just keeps getting worse. How can he do this? Risk his life for mine?

“Give your self more credit, Eve. He may be willing to pro tect you, but we all know you’ll pass.” With that, he turns and enters Bill’s of‐ fice just when the ele vator dings behind me.

Numbly, I turn around and enter the ele vator. I slump against the

wall and hang my head.

FUCK.

KASHTON It’s a quarter to noon when I pull up to Eve’s house. I find the front door unlocked and enter like I own the place. “Everything in My Mind” by Never tel blares inside.

I check my watch to make sure I’m not too early. Stepping into her kitchen, I find her sitting on the floor, her back resting against the cab inet doors and a bottle of whiskey next to her. She’s dressed in an over sized T-shirt and noth ing else.

“Angel?” I crouch down in front of her and place my hands on ei‐ ther side of her face, forc ing her eyes to meet mine. “Are you okay?”

I glance at the bottle that has her red lipstick wrapped around the tip. It’s half empty. I’m not sure how full it was before she started drinking, but it’s the middle of the day.

I’ve known she’s had a drinking problem since I started following her, but with a past like hers, she’s bound to need some sort of out‐

let. A crutch that she leans on.

I want to be that for her.

“Why?” she whis pers, her bloodshot eyes searching mine.

“Why what?” I frown.

Her eyes narrow the slightest bit, and I al most smile at her anger slipping through. “Bill told me, Kash. Why did you go to him?”

I lower myself to the floor in front of her and place my legs on ei‐ ther side, closing her between them, bending them at the knees. “I told you, Eve, I love you.”

“No.” She shakes her head. “No one can love someone like me.”

“Why is that so hard to believe?” I ask, reaching out and tucking a lock of her silky smooth hair behind her ear.

Looking away from me, she stares up at the ceiling. I hate how brainwashed she is. My mother was the same. My father made her think she was nothing. There fore, she expected nothing. “You’re not

bro ken, Eve.”

She licks her lips. “If I fail…”

“You won’t.”

Her eyes find mine once again. “What if I freeze up?”

“You won’t—”

“I can’t be what you need,” she growls, interrupting me.

I cup her face. “All you need to be is you. I’ll take care of the rest.”

She huffs, pushing me back, and gets to her feet. I follow. “I don’t know why you and Bill keep feeding me these bullshit lines. I’m not

going to fall for them.”

I’m not sure what she means by that.

Eve squares her shoulders, and her eyes narrow on me, and I know what’s coming before she even opens her mouth. She’s going to

challenge me, and I’m going to have to hurt my girl to prove my

point. “I won’t marry you, Kashton.”

“The deal is done, Eve.”

She shakes her head. “No—”

“I al ready got confirmation from your daddy.” She flinches at the

way I re fer to Bill be ing her father.

“You had no right,” she grinds out.

“To love you?” I laugh.

“To take my life.”

“I’m giving you one.” Does she re ally think that killing and working for the Lords is all she’s good for?

She storms off toward her room and slams the bathroom door shut.

I enter the bedroom and lean against her dresser, waiting patiently. I knew she’d be upset. Push back. I’m pre pared to do what must be done to keep my angry an gel. Even if that means pissing her off.

The door swings open and she stands there with a syringe in her hand. “What’s your plan, Eve? Knock me out?”

She doesn’t answer.

“Then what? Run?”

Again, no answer, but the way her eyes darken tells me all I need to know. “How about this?” I push off the dresser. “You stick me, you’re free.” Her pretty green eyes look skeptical. Why would I let her go after I’ve fought so hard to keep her? “But if I stick you,

you’re mine.”

She snorts.

“I’m seri ous, Everett.”

She stiffens when I use her full name.

“No more back and forth. No more running.” I walk up to her, and her eyes widen when they find mine. “When I win, and you wake up from your nap”—her eyes narrow at that—“you’re mine. For good this time.”

She sucks in a shaky breath, and I watch her loosen the grip on the syringe that she holds in the air. No way in hell am I letting her knock me out. She’ll run. Have Bill hide her. And I just can’t allow that. I’m not going to waste another six years of my life with out her.

I reach out and run my knuckles over her racing pulse, and she lowers the syringe to her side. She has this inner battle. Eve doesn’t want to give into what she wants. She prefers to be forced. I’ll take her option away.

Leaning into her ear, I whisper, “You’re going to make the perfect whore.”

She slams her hand in my chest, shoving me back. “Fuck you, Kash.” Lifting her other arm, she moves to poke me in the neck, but I said what I did on purpose. I want to piss her off. I stop the move‐ ment with my hand tightening around her wrist, and she drops the syringe with a scream.

I kick her legs out from underneath her, taking her to the floor, and straddle her hips, shoving her arms down to her sides to pin them as well. She bucks and screams while I reach over her, and she arches her back, seeing that I’m grabbing the syringe. I re move the lid with

my teeth.

She gasps. “Kash—”

“A deal is a deal, Eve.” I grip her cheeks to turn her face away from me and stick her in the neck.

Her body goes limp under mine. Her eyes soften and her breathing evens out. “Good girl.” I push her wild hair from her pretty face. I didn’t give her the full syringe like she planned on doing to me. My plan isn’t to knock her out, just make her groggy.

“Come on, angel.” I stand and pick her limp body up in my arms and walk her to the garage. I put her in the passenger seat of her car and then open the garage door with the clicker that hangs on the vi sor.

I make my way across the street to my house and back the car up my drive way. I can’t just carry a passed-out Eve over to my house.

Someone will call the cops in this neighborhood.

Once I’ve parked her car in my garage, I close the door and get her out, walking her to the basement. “Now let’s get you ready to serve your Lord,” I tell her.

Her vision starts to fo cus and she groans, looking around. “What—”

I check my watch. It’s been an hour since I carried her out of her house. “Hello, angel.” I stand beside her, taking in her naked body, admiring all the bruises I’ve given her up to this point and think ing about the ones I’m going to give her today.

She blinks, her eyes skimming the room, but all she can see is the ceiling, due to how I have her strapped down.

“Kash.” She arches her neck and sucks in a deep breath. “You drugged me.”

“I won the bet,” I re mind her. If this was me just waking up from se dation, I’d be on her bed room floor, and she’d be long gone on a private jet. Probably on her way to another country.

“I can’t…” She struggles and whimpers when she pulls on the re‐ straints.

“Can’t move?” I fin ish her thought. Her mind is still a little foggy.

“It’s because I’ve got you tied to a ta ble in my base ment.”

Closing her eyes, she licks her lips.

“It’s okay, Eve,” I assure her, running my fin gertips along her heav‐ ing chest before I wrap them around her delicate neck. I lean down when she opens her heavy eye lids, and I place my lips against hers.

“I’m go ing to play with you.”

She lifts her head the best she can, pressing her lips to mine, and I smile when she opens up for me. My girl wants to be used. I kiss her back, pinning her neck to the ta ble, our tongues dancing, and she moans into my mouth.

I pull away and she sucks in a ragged breath. “I’m going to fin ish getting you ready.”

Stepping away, I grab what I need, pour lube all over it, and then re turn to the side of the ta ble. My fin gers go to her pussy, and she moans while I play with it. Gen tly teas ing her, running my fin gers up and down her lips.

“Kash, please…” She trails off when I begin to push the dildo inside her, filling her cunt. Her body starts to tremble, and a soft cry fills the room.

“Per fect,” I tell her. “I filled your ass while you were out. I know how much you love to strug gle when I force a butt plug in, but I had

to do it before I could tie you down.” I run my fingers down her trembling legs.

She doesn’t re spond, just fights the ropes.

I’ve got her lying on her back, arms tied underneath her, wrists se‐ cured in rope that is tied to the foot of the ta ble. Her legs are spread wide, an kles se cured to each corner, leaving her cunt open for me.

It’s not the most comfortable position, but it’s not supposed to be.

A belt is strapped across her upper chest, another over her waist. “I made something for you,” I tell her, grabbing what I have laid out on the counter. Walk ing over to her face, I hold up the surprise.

Her wide eyes go from it to me and then re turn to the item. “You’re going to vow your life to me, Eve. And I shall do the same.”

She licks her lips. “I vow,” comes her soft voice.

I smile, pinching her nip ple with my free hand, making it harden before I place the clothespin on it. I can’t stand it straight up be‐ cause I’m afraid it’ll fall off, so I lay it on its side, clipping it around her nipple.

She hisses in a breath and arches her neck the best she can.

“You vow,” I say, doing the same with the other, making her cry out. My hand falls between her open legs, and I grab a hold of her outer pussy lips and hold them together with my fingers when I en‐ courage her. “Go on.”

“We vow,” we say in unison before I place the clothespin on her cunt.

Her cry fills the basement, and I rub my hand on her thigh, loving the way her body shakes un controllably. I’m just getting started.

“You’re doing great, an gel.”

I turn on the vibrators in her ass and cunt re motely from my cell.

Going to the head of the ta ble, I undo the latch underneath it and slowly lower the edge while I hold her head, letting her go when it hangs off the side.

She lies with her head off the edge of the wooden ta ble, trying to control her breathing. Her sexy body is covered in a thin line of sweat. It glis tens under the bright light.

“Just lie there and come all over your self, angel. That’s all I want you to do for me, okay?”

She can’t speak as I move to her head, and her heavy eyes glance up at me. I take a new piece of rope and make a slipknot around her hair as if it’s a ponytail holder and tighten it. Then I make a loop, pulling the hair through it, successfully making a Lark’s head hair tie.

Taking the re maining rope, I tie it underneath the ta ble, se curing her head in place. “Beautiful,” I tell her, running my hand over her exposed body. Her arms are se cured underneath her, legs spread wide and head hang ing off the edge. “I’m going to prove to you, an‐ gel, that you were made for me.”

Unzip ping my bag, I toss what I want onto the ta ble between her trembling legs. I grab the gag first and walk to where her head dan‐ gles off the end. “Open wide for me, Eve.” I slide the metal into her left cheek, and she whimpers when I do the same with the right cheek. “Just a little more.” I tell her as I push the metal, clicking it a few more times.

Her muffled cry fills the room, and spit covers her face when she tries to arch her back, making the table shake.

“You’re okay, Eve.” I run my knuckles down her exposed neck. “This isn’t about sucking my cock. It’s about fuck ing your throat.” I feel her pulse race, and I smile down on her. “I can’t wait for you to show me how good you’ve gotten at it.”

Her heavy green eyes fall closed and her body tenses, the clothes‐ pins on her nip ples moving slightly. “That’s it, Eve. Come all over that toy for me.”

Picking up the lube, I pour it over my hard cock and slide it into her open mouth. “My pretty angel.” I grip her delicate neck. “I’m going to make you my filthy whore.” Pushing to the back of her throat, I feel my cock bulge, and her body jerks the ta ble vio lently. “Fuck,” I groan, pulling out and sliding back in.

Slowly, I watch my pierced dick disappear down her throat.

“That’s it.” I pull out and hear her gasp. Then I do it again.

I set a slow and steady pace, allowing her to breathe while the vi‐ brator in her cunt gets her off.

This isn’t a race. I want her to re member this mo ment. A re minder that she belongs to me forever. There is no way out.

I look up to take in her body. It’s trembling, her mus cles tense as she pulls on the ropes that se cure her in place. “Are you counting, angel?” I ask.

I pull out of her mouth and re move the clothespin from her right nip ple at the same time.

A mumbling scream comes from her pretty lips. “It’s more painful when you re move them,” I inform her. Burying my cock back in her mouth, I clip the clothespin back on her nipple and feel her throat work on a whimper.

“Fuck, angel.” I groan, feeling my balls tighten.

Pulling out, I come all over her drool-covered face and exposed neck. I quickly re move the gag and then the clothespins on her nip‐ ples, hear ing her cry out. Then I do the same with her pussy and re‐ move the vibrator.

“Good girl,” I praise her, hold ing up the cum-covered egg. “That’s my girl.” I untie her and pick up her limp body and carry her up‐ stairs.