Chaotic (L.O.R.D.S. #7) — Chapter no 42

FORTY-TWO

KASH TON

stand with my back to the wall inside the ele vator at Carnage.I My hands are in Eve’s hair while her arms are wrapped around my neck. She moans into my mouth while her hips grind into mine.

“I have to go.” She groans in disappointment but makes no move to pull away.

“Let’s go back upstairs,” I urge. We’ve been back from Ve gas for two days and have spent every second in my room. We went out in Ve gas that first night and then spent most of our time there in bed

as well.

I can’t get enough of her.

The sound of the door opening has me deepening the kiss. Just a way to keep her where I want her a little while longer. We didn’t even sleep last night, and my cock is still hard.

Someone clears their throat, and Eve pulls away. I side-eye Ashtyn, dropping my hands from Eve’s hair before putting my atten tion back on Everett. “I’ll walk you to your car.”

She gives me a naughty smile. “No need. My place tonight?”

“Absolutely.” My eyes drop to the black pleated miniskirt she wears.

I want to lift it up so I can see her cum-covered thong from all the times I came inside her over the past forty-eight hours.

Stepping forward, she kisses me one last time, and I slap her ass playfully, making her yelp. Then she turns, giggling, and ex its the el‐ e vator just as the door slides closed.

I place my hands in my pockets and lean back against the wall.

Closing my eyes, I exhale, not looking forward to this long day. I’d much rather be in bed with Eve. All she had to do was say yes, and I

would have thrown her over my shoulder and carried her back up to my room.

“So…you and Eve.” Ashtyn speaks for the first time since she stepped into the ele vator and in terrupted us. “Is it seri ous?”

I say nothing while I also ignore the vibrat ing phone in my pocket.

It’s probably Adam. I’m avoiding him. I asked if the text I re ceived in Las Ve gas had anything to do with the cops coming to collect Eve, and he said no. They are still gather ing whatever it is they think they’ll find that’ll give them cause to ar rest my girl. That was all I needed to know.

“I mean, I guess that’s a stupid question.” She goes on at my si‐ lence. “You’ve only known her what? A month at the most? But then again, Hai dyn married Charlotte rather quickly.”

“Six years,” I answer to stop her rambling. “I’ve known Eve for six years.” Not a lie.

“Oh.” Her eyes widen before they drop to the floor.

Then I add, “You were gone for a long time, Ash. A lot changed.”

“Yeah.” The ele vator stops at the basement, and as the door opens, she whispers to herself, “I guess.”

I step in front of her, blocking her only way out. “What you did with Jasmine in Ve gas? Don’t ever pull that shit again. My re la tionship with Eve is that se ri ous. Do you understand?” I’m not going to men‐ tion theTitanic bullshit because then I’d be ratting out Eve for telling me. That’s what she wants. To think that Eve is threatened by her. I won’t give her that satisfaction.

Ashtyn swallows nervously before giving a soft nod. “I understand.”

Turning, I give her my back and exit the ele vator into the base‐ ment. I see Saint and Haidyn with Benny. He’s naked and crying.

They are always fuck ing crying. How is the bastard not dead yet?

“Hey, sweet heart.” Saint smiles at Ashtyn when she comes up be‐

hind me.

“Hey,” she says softly.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, now frowning. “Everything okay?”

“I’m just tired. I’m going to go back upstairs. Gonna take a nap.”

“Okay. I’ll walk you up there.”

“You don’t have to…”

“Non sense.” He looks at us. “I’ll be right back.”

We wave him off, and they disappear into the ele vator.

I walk over and take a cigarette from Haidyn’s pack on the counter.

“What was that about?” Haidyn asks me.

“What?” I act dumb.

“She looked right at you when he asked if everything was okay.

You’re not fuck ing her, are you?”

“What the fuck?” I bark and then lower my voice. “Are you se ri‐ ous?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” He shrugs. “I don’t know what you guys were doing while I was hid ing out with Charlotte.”

“Fuck no,” I growl and add, “Ashtyn and Eve are in some kind of war.” If that’s what you want to call it.

He frowns. “Why? Eve jealous you’ve fucked Ashtyn?”

That makes me want to laugh. She knows no other woman could compare to her for me. “Eve thinks you’re going to cheat on Char‐ lotte with Ashtyn.” I expect him to laugh, but he doesn’t.

“I’m not going near Ashtyn, but hones tly, Charlotte has mentioned it a few times.” He grabs the pack of cigarettes and re moves one.

“She was sent a video of us fuck ing Ashtyn at the House of Lords.”

“I’m confused. Someone sent a video of us fuck ing Ashtyn to Char‐ lotte?” I want to ask which time, but it doesn’t matter. We had sex with her on multiple occasions. One isn’t any more important than the other.

One time being when we went for a ride and ended up taking a break and fucking her on a picnic ta ble. It makes me think that’s why Ashtyn wanted us all to go for a bike ride the other day. Is she try ing to bring back old times? Thinking history will re peat itself? It’ll never happen.

He nods. “Yep. Charlotte got pissed about it. For good reason.” He clenches his jaw. “If I saw a video of some one fuck ing my wife, I’d kill the bastard. Wouldn’t matter if it was before she met me or not.”

I hand him my Zippo, and he lights the cigarette. “Then Charlotte heard Ashtyn and me having a conver sa tion…”

He trails off and it has me curious. I’m a nosy bitch. “What kind of conver sa tion?”

He blows out the smoke. “She told me she loved me.”

My eyes widen. “In front of Charlotte?”

“Yeah.” He takes another pull of the cigarette. “It’s my fault. I had told Ashtyn that I loved her the night we were both taken. Right be‐ fore the car wreck. It wasn’t supposed to mean anything. I just wanted her to know that I was there for her. But when she said it back, it just felt…odd, ya know?” I nod and he continues. “The tim‐ ing of her confes sion. Charlotte and I were al ready mar ried, and I knew that Charlotte didn’t like that Ashtyn and I have a past, so I’ve tried to put as much space between us as possi ble. Which is hard while we’re living under the same roof. Every time I turn around, Ashtyn seems to be there.”

“That’s why you’ve distanced your self from Ashtyn.” I knew there was a reason and Charlotte was why. I just didn’t know what had

happened between them.

“You’ve noticed, huh?” He chuckles.

“Of course I have.”

He takes another drag from his cigarette. “It’s for the best. She has Saint. She doesn’t need me. My wife does.”

If Saint were to die, then Haidyn would take over for him—he’s Ashtyn’s guardian—but that doesn’t mean physically. And we’re go‐ ing to pre tend that day will never come. I can’t imagine losing an‐ other brother.

“I haven’t said anything to Charlotte yet, but I’m think ing about

moving out.”

“From Carnage?” I ask, confused.

He nods. “We need our own place, and the babies will be here be‐ fore we know it. My wife deserves to have a life out side of this hell‐ hole, and I want to give her one.”

I understand what he means. That’s why I’m choosing to stay at Eve’s tonight. So we can have some privacy, just me and her in a place that isn’t here. “Where are you going to go?”

“I found some property. Enough for all of us. I was actually going to talk to you and Saint about it—”

The sound of the ele vator dinging interrupts him, and then a sec‐ ond later, we hear Saint. “Okay.” He claps his hands, re turn ing to the

basement. “Where were we?”

My phone starts vibrat ing in my pocket, and I pull it out to see MY LIFE light up the screen. “One sec,” I tell them and answer. “Hello,

angel. Miss me already?”

“I’m bored.”

I smile at her choice of words. “Bored?” I give the guys my back.

“What do you want me to do about that?”

“Play with me.” Her breathing picks up at her answer.

“Head to my house,” I com mand. “I’ll call you back in a minute.”

“What? Kash—”

I hang up and turn to face the guys while I walk backward toward the ele vator. “I have to go. I’ll be back tomorrow.” I wave to them as they call out my name. My girl wants me to play with her. I’m not going to ignore her. She comes first. Be fore anything. Plus, the pris‐ oners we have aren’t going anywhere.

I can only imagine how much courage it took for her to make that call. She waited until she was in the car. Other wise, she would have asked me in the ele vator. She’s coming out of her shell for me.

Wanting to be used more.

She’s getting comfortable with me, and I love that. Eve still gets down on herself afterward, but that’s okay. We’ll work on it together.

I’ll con tinue to re mind her that it’s okay to enjoy being my toy.

EVERETT I back into his drive way across from my house when my cell rings.

I re main sitting in my car while I answer. “Why am I at your house?”

I look at mine through my windshield.

“You want me to play with you, Eve. That means you do as I say.”

My thighs tighten and I nod. “I understand.”

“There’s a spare key un der the welcome mat. Let your self in.”

I have a mo ment of panic that he’s going to lock me in the collar and chain me in the basement, but a part of me also wants that. I want him to grab me by the hair, drag me down the stairs, and make me his pet. Force me to like it. I knew the possibilities before I made the call. That it could be days before I see sun light again.

I’m desperate for whatever he wants to do to me. The trip to Las Ve gas opened my eyes. I am jealous of girls from his past. Well, ev‐

eryone except for Ashtyn. But all the oth ers before me—yeah. I want him to myself. I want to know what it feels like for some thing to be

all mine.

“Now, Eve,” he orders, making me jump.

Turning off the car, I wait for my Bluetooth to disconnect and then grab my phone. When I get out of my car, I see a neighbor waving at me with a hose in his hand while he waters his garden. “Hello, Eve, how are you?”

I nod and mum ble to Kashton. “Who the fuck is this guy?”

“Just ignore him,” he says into my ear, also hearing the neighbor through my phone. As if I’d speak to him. I hardly talk to people that I like.

I pick up the mat, grab the key, and unlock the front door. “I’m in‐ side.”

“Lock the door and go to my room. It’s past the kitchen and at the end of the hallway, through the double doors.”

My heels clap on the mar ble floor as I make my way through the house. He’s purchased some fur niture, but the walls are still bare and there aren’t any rugs.

I enter his bed room and flip on the light. He has a black bed room set that consists of two dressers and two night stands. The large size of the room makes the fur nish ings look small. No linens or curtains on the win dows. It’s bare other than the fur niture. “Okay.”

“Go over to the night stand closest to the bathroom, open the top drawer.”

Doing as I’m told, my heart races at what I see. It’s full of several different types of items that can be used to re strain…me? Some I’ve

never seen be fore.

It makes me nervous.

“Eve?” Kashton’s voice makes me jump.

“Yeah?” I blink, try ing to swallow the nervous ness of what he plans on doing to me. This is what I wanted. To be his toy. For him to play with.

I want to please him. To prove to him that I’m worth it. In our world, we’re only as good as what we can be while lying on our backs.

Make me your whore comes to mind.

“There’s a purple toy. See it?”

“Yeah.” I reach in and pick it up. It’s small, with what looks like a tail on the end. I’ve never used toys on myself before. They were al‐ ways used for training at Dollhouse. I have to re mind myself that this isn’t Dollhouse, and Kashton isn’t punishing me.

“Grab it, along with the handcuffs,” he orders.

“Okay.” I pick up the cold metal. They’re the real deal, and I don’t see a key to them in the drawer.

“There are two black belts that have rubber spikes on them. Grab them both as well.”

I pick them up and swallow nervously.Spikes? “Got them.”

“Now walk to the laundry room.”

I frown at the command. “Why?”

He huffs, clearly irritated that I questioned what he told me to do, but he indulges my concern. “Be cause the neighbor was out side and the front double doors are glass. He can see inside, and he knows you’re there. Now…go to the laundry room.”

I shut the drawer and make my way back to the laun dry room right off the garage. It’s large, with two sets of washers and dryers, a folding is land, and floor-to-ceiling cab inets for storage. “I’m in the laun dry room,” I tell him, glancing around. I can tell the man has never done a load of laun dry here. Not a single item on the coun‐ ters, and I bet the cabinets are empty as well.

“Get undressed. Everything except for your heels.”

I place him on speaker phone before setting my cell on the floor next to where I stand. I re move my shirt and bra, then slide out of my skirt and underwear, standing in nothing but my Louboutins. My legs shake, but my pussy is soaked. Of course, that could be his cum leaking out of me from this morning.

“Okay,” I say and run my sweaty hands down my bare thighs. I’m shuffling in my Dolly 160mm leather pumps. All of a sudden, they feel uncomfortable. I want to re move them, but only because he told me to keep them on.

“Take the belts and wrap each one around your upper thighs. The spikes go on the inside. Make sure to cinch them tight.”

“Oh-okay.” I hate that my voice shakes. I was so confident earlier when I called him. Now I’m a trembling mess.

“Good girl,” he praises me, and my thighs tighten. “Let me know when they’re on.”

I pick up the first one and wrap it around my upper thigh. It’s not leather, but a mesh type of fabric with what looks like soft rubber spikes along the inside. I pull it tight and buckle the first one. It doesn’t feel all that bad. A little pinch here and there, but nothing unbearable. Then I re peat the second one. “They’re on.” I lick my lips as both belts start to sting at every little move ment I make.

“Kneel in front of the door that leads to the garage,” he commands, and my heart races.

I slowly get to my knees and whimper when the cold marble hurts.

The new position also pulls the belts tighter, the spikes biting into my flesh.

“Place the vibrator inside of your cunt, angel. I know you’re wet enough to slide it in.”

I bow my head and suck in a shaky breath. “Yes, sir.” Picking up the purple toy, I rub it back and forth over my pussy, enjoying the pain from the spikes. He knows I’ve been trained to get off on it. I hate how much I like that he thought of me when buying these.

Doubt fills my mind, and I think that they were for another girl he’s fucked. Someone he planned on living a life with. Are all these for me? Who else would they be for? Does he have other women over here while I’m at home across the street?

Maybe he’s had them for years and I’m not the first to use them?

“Talk to me, Eve,” comes his voice, as if he knows what I’m think‐ ing, more soothing than before. “Tell me how wet you are. How much you want me to play with you.”

My cheeks blush with embarrassment, but my thighs clench and the spikes feel so good. “I’m wet.” Licking my lips, I add. “I want… you to play with me.” I slide the tip inside my pussy and whimper. “I want you, Kash. Please come and play with me.”

“You’ll start with a toy.”

My breath hitches as I push it far ther into my soaked pussy, feeling it stretch its way inside me. “Oh.” I lean forward, slapping my free

hand on the floor while I lift my ass up so I can spread my legs far‐ ther. I imag ine him behind me, pin ning my arms to my back, hold ing my face to the floor while I rock back and forth. “Fuck,” I mumble as it slides all the way in. I try to catch my breath when I place my other hand on the floor as well and bow my head. “It’s in,” I breathe so softly I’m afraid that he didn’t hear me.

It feels intrusive and bigger than I know it is. I want to pull it out, but I don’t. This is how he wants me. I can feel my pussy clenching down on it as my thighs flex on the spikes that feel like they’re slowly digging into my skin.

“Good girl,” he praises me, and I lick my lips, shuffling on my hands and knees. The cold floor makes me shiver. “Now take the hand cuffs and cuff your wrists behind your back.”

Moving back to a sitting position, I moan when the toy shifts inside me.

I pick up the cold metal and wrap it around one wrist, tightening the cuff. He hears the click and says, “You’re doing great, angel.

Now the other one.”

Placing my hands behind my back, I’m able to lock myself in the other one, and I adjust my knees once more. I’m panting, and I know he can hear it. “I’m ready for you,” I tell him, try ing to calm my racing pulse. “Please…” How long before he gets here? “I need you…”

I cry out when the vibrator stuffed in my pussy turns on. Leaning forward, my head drops, my breath mo mentarily taken away. My thighs clench, and it forces the spikes to dig fur ther into my sensitive skin.

“Sit up straight, angel,” he orders, like he can see me.

I rise up and push my shoulders back, try ing to ease the pres sure between my shoulder blades as my thighs tighten while my hips rock back and forth. “Oh God…” I trail off, biting my inner cheek. “Kash‐ ton —”

“You’re doing great, Eve. Sit right there like a good girl and wait for me. Do you understand?”

“Wait…for you?” I gasp, my stomach mus cles tightening. “How long?” I’m bouncing up and down on my knees. Fuck, I’m going to

come on his floor. “Please—”

“If you’ve moved when I get there, you will be punished.” With that, he ends the call, and I suck in a deep breath, try ing to control the urge to come. Does he want me to come? Or is this a test to not get off?

The toy changes rhythm, and it begins to pulse. I bite my bottom lip, pulling on the hand cuffs, trying to use my hands to re move it.

Needing to stop it. But it’s too strong and the cuffs aren’t meant to be es caped without a key. I cry out his name when my eyes close and I throw my head back, coming all over myself.