Chaotic (L.O.R.D.S. #7) — Chapter no 56

FIFTY-SIX

EV ERETT

wake up and stretch out in bed, quickly re alizing that how I fellI asleep and how I woke up are not the same. My arms and legs are free, and I don’t have tape over my mouth.

I’m immediately disappointed.

Why did he free me? Did he fuck me, and I don’t re member? No.

Kashton would never do that. He al ways demands my pres ence when he’s playing with me.

Rolling over, I see him next to me, lying on his back. One arm is tucked underneath his pillow, the other on his chest. I reach out and run a hand down his chiseled abs and to his cock. My mouth starts to water.

I’m so hungry for him. Like an animal that was once chained out back, left to starve. He let me off the leash. Wanted to give me a chance to look for food.

It’s not fair. I was able to go for so long with no sex, and then I met him, and I crave it. It’s like an al coholic falling off the wagon.

But I knew this would happen. It’s why I tried to deny it.

I push the covers off and get out of bed, needing to use the re‐ stroom. After washing my hands, I make my way to the kitchen for a drink. I’m thirsty. Whatever they gave me at Dollhouse still has me feeling a little fuzzy.

People always seem to think about the psychological toll the Lords take on your mind, but what about your body? Everything hurts, and I have marks from re straints, so I know they had me tied down to some thing. The Advil I took has long worn off.

En tering the kitchen, I flip on the light and think about getting a water but see a bottle of whiskey on the counter, so I grab a glass out of the cab inet and pour enough for a shot. I’ll buy Tyson a new one to re place it.

I throw it back, hissing in a breath when I spot Kashton’s bag on the coffee table next to my phone.

He said that Sin met him at Dollhouse to bring him a few things, and I bet they’re in there. I pour another drink and walk over to the couch, sitting down. I pick up my cell and go through it to see if I’ve missed anything in the past few days.

I had an incoming call from Adam for a minute and thirty seconds about two hours ago, which tells me that Kashton answered. But I don’t see anything else that looks new. Not like I have a long list of people who contact me on a daily basis.

Setting it down, I open up the bag and look into it. My heart leaps with excite ment when I see rope, hand cuffs, and zip ties. The tape he used on my mouth must still be in the bedroom.

Tossing back the last of the drink, I pick up the hand cuffs and head back to bed.

I kneel between his mus cular legs with mine tucked underneath my ass and pull his dick out through the hole in his boxer briefs. He doesn’t even move. I place my left wrist in a cuff and then put my hands be hind my back and cuff the other. Just like he had me do when I waited for him to play with me at his house.

My pulse quickens with anticipation of what he’ll think of doing when he wakes up and sees what I’ve done to myself. Will he leave me here tied next to him or play with me?

I blow my hair out of my face, re alizing I should have put it up be‐ fore I lost the use of my hands. Bending over, I lick up his soft cock, running my tongue over his Jacob’s ladder.

He doesn’t give me any sign that he feels it, so I do it again, this time pulling the tip into my mouth. I suck on the saint’s cross, and he moans, his hips shifting a little.

Letting go, I spit on his dick to get it wet, making it easier to suck into my mouth. My back aches and my arms al ready hurt, but I’m so wet for him.

He wants to marry me. This man wants to own me. What kind of woman would turn him down? Especially one like me? Bro ken. We don’t get chances like this. To find some one who loves us, knowing what kind of past we have. Knowing all I’ve ever been is some one’s whore.

I’m his, but it’s different. I can’t explain it, but he doesn’t make me feel ashamed of what I need. What I want. He doesn’t judge me, and I know he’s not going to get rid of me and sell me off to the highest bidder. This man wants to chain me in his basement. Kash‐ ton wants to keep me forever.

“Eve.” He groans my name, and the roughness in his tone makes my pussy clench. His voice is so sexy when he starts to wake up and is groggy.

I pull on the cuffs and whimper at how tight I made them. It feels so good. I spit on his dick once more and then lick up to the head and pull it into my mouth much easier this time, able to push my mouth down on it.

His hips thrust and I smile when his hands slide into my hair.That’s right, Kashton. Play with me. Make me your dirty angel.

He pushes my head down, and I open wider to allow more of him.

Gagging has my shoulders shaking, and he pulls my mouth from his hard cock with his hand fisted in my hair.

I look up at him through my lashes, and he’s got his head off the pillow looking down at me. His blank stare gives nothing away, and panic rises that I’ve cuffed myself and can’t get out on my own.

Will he judge me? Does he think I’m mental? He al ready tried to take me to therapy. I’ll try for him. If that’s what he wants. I just need him to want me back. He’s a Lord. They take what they want.

I’m what he wants, right?

The doubt fills my mind just as fast as my lust does when it comes to him.

“Need your face fucked, angel?” he asks, running his free hand down my cheek.

My breathing accelerates, and I lean into it. “Please.”

He pulls me to a kneeling position by my hair, and I hiss in a breath, although my clit is throbbing. He also sits up. Letting go of

my hair, he gently pushes it back from my face before running his hands down my arms to find them cuffed behind my back.

I swallow nervously as his eyes search my face. He doesn’t look surprised that I’ve cuffed myself. Just indifferent. I hate how easily he can turn off his emo tions.

I’ve never managed to not show what I feel. I act out, break shit, and cry for no reason other than it feels good to do something I can control. For so long, I had no control over my life or body. I like it when Kashton takes over and doesn’t make me think. I know that he’s not going to hurt me. No more than I can take anyway.

“Kash, please,” I beg, pushing my chest out to him.

He grabs my hips and lifts me up off my knees to throw me onto my back. I scream out when I crush my arms underneath me.

“Kash—”

“You wanted this, Eve.” He spreads my legs wide open, taking his hard dick into his hand, and pushes into my pussy with out any fore‐ play.

His hands slide underneath my neck, and his tatted fingers tangle in my hair, arching my head back, and he begins to fuck me. His strokes are slow and deep while his lips drop to my neck. He gently kisses my sensitive skin while I gasp, trying to catch my breath.

My legs are spread wide and my thighs ache. His body is crushing mine while my pussy clenches around his pierced dick.

“That’s it, Eve. Fuck, you’re already so wet for me.” He sucks on my neck, and my body begins to tremble. “Come for me, angel. I want it all over my dick. Show me how much you like me to fuck you.”

My heart is racing, my pulse quickening, and my sight goes spotty.

I can’t tell if he’s choking me or if I can’t breathe because of his

weight on top of me.

Either way, I accept it.

KASHTON I pull out, and she slumps into the mattress, gasping for breath.

Her legs shake, and I look at my cum-covered cock. “Good girl, Eve,”

I tell her as her pretty green eyes look around aimlessly.

When I woke up and re alized she had found my handcuffs, I couldn’t turn her down. She needed some thing from me. That video

I watched just proves how much she was groomed.

Everett is proving to herself that she can be used, and she is chal‐ lenging me to see if I turn her down. Never. I’ll prove to my girl that she’s enough.

Getting off the bed, I grab her shoulders and pull her over to the edge, hanging her head off the side. She looks up at me, and I smile down at her, my tatted knuckles gently pushing her hair off her face to get it out of the way. “You wanted me to fuck your face, right?”

She licks her parted lips, still trying to catch her breath. I grab my dick and smear her cum along her cheek. “Lick it clean, angel.”

She sticks her tongue out, and I rub the tip along it, letting her taste her self.

“That’s it,” I groan, wanting to come. I had to hold off from doing it inside her cunt. She woke me up wanting me to fuck her face, and my girl gets what she wants.

I just wish we were at my house where I have more toys. I’d fill that ass with a plug and put a collar around her neck while I have her kneeling at my feet, begging for it.

Opening her mouth, I push my cock into it, loving the way her hips buck on the bed. “All the way, angel. I want to see you swallow it.”

Her legs fall open, and I can see her slick thighs. My hands grip her legs, spreading them wide open. My cock vibrates from her whimper, and I slap her pussy, making her jump. “Keep sucking,” I order, pulling my cock free of her mouth, giving her a second to suck in a deep breath be fore slowly pushing it back down her throat.

She shudders and the sound of her gagging fills the room. This is my go-to angle when I’m fuck ing her mouth. It allows me to go deep, and it gives her little ability to fight. Her head is be tween my thighs, her arms re strained underneath her. She has no leverage to get away from how I want her to take my cock.

And I know my angel loves it.

I pull out and she sucks in a ragged breath. I take my cock and rub it across her face, smearing her cum and drool. “Gorgeous.”

“Kash—”

“Pull your knees to your chest,” I order, in terrupting her.

She does as she’s told and bends her knees, putting her legs to‐ gether.

I wrap my right arm around her shaking legs behind her knees and pull them toward me. It lifts her ass and lower back up off the bed, tilting her more off the edge. She gasps, and I feel her stiffen, trying to catch her self.

“I got you,” I as sure her. “Just lie back and re lax. You’ll take what I give you. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” she answers before opening her mouth like the good girl she is for me.

Sliding my hard cock back between her pouty lips, I slowly feel the back of her throat stretch for me, causing her to gag once more.

She’s getting better at taking my dick, but I like the sound and the way her body bucks when she gags on it.

My arm holds her legs in place while my free one reaches around and plays with her soaked cunt. She moans around my cock before I pull my hips back. I slide it back in before she can get in a breath and love that she sticks her tongue out for me, letting me get even deeper.

“Goddamn,” I whisper, pushing two fin gers into her pussy. She tries to rock her body for more, but I’ve got her locked in place.

Pulling out, she gasps and spits on her face before I shove it back in. “Leave it open,” I demand. “I’m going to come on that pretty face of yours.”

My hips move back and forth with a quick pace. The sound of my heavy breathing fills the room along with her gag ging. I re move my fingers from her cunt, and her body slumps in protest. “This is about me, an gel,” I re mind her. “You wanted me to fuck you.”

I move my hands to grip her ankles, hold ing her legs in place—bent at an angle and against her chest while I watch my cock fuck her face. The bulging out line of my dick sliding down her throat has my balls tightening. “Such a pretty sight.” I want her to know how pretty she looks. “My dirty angel letting me use her.”

Shoving my cock down her throat one last time, I hold it longer than usual, and she pushes her hips up in the air, her body fighting to breathe.

I don’t give her a warning when I pull out, grip my dick, and come all over her face.

We’re lying in bed with the TV on, but the volume is low. After I came on her face, I cleaned her off, and we crawled back into bed, both satis fied for now.

She’s insa tiable. I give it an hour before she wants me to fuck her again. To re mind her who owns her.

I’m on my side and she’s on her back, eyes closed, but I know she’s not asleep. My hand rests on her chest, feeling the slow rhythm of her heart beating. I run it down over her stomach and to her hips.

My eyes stay on her face as I touch her butterfly tattoo. Her eyes spring open and instantly find mine. She said that Cross gave it to her while she was in Las Ve gas. She hasn’t told me, but it’s easy to as sume it was to cover up the 111 carved into her hip that I saw on theIsabella that night.

“Why a butterfly?” I ask with her eyes still on mine.

“It’s stupid,” she whispers.

“Doubtful,” I argue. “Tell me. Why a butterfly?”

She looks away to stare at the ceiling. “They repre sent change. A new beginning. I wanted a different life for so long. Bill gave me that opportu nity. I promised myself I would never try and take my life again.”

“There’s noth ing stupid about that,” I tell her.

Eve laughs softly and I frown. “After I got it, I went back to my place and cried. I thought it would give me hope. Make me some one I wasn’t. It didn’t. All it did was cover up the truth.”

“And what was that?” I wonder, tracing the dark wings.

“That I was a worth less whore.”

My fin gers pause, and my teeth grind at her answer. “That’s not true,” I growl, meet ing her stare.

“No matter what I try to cover up, the truth was al ways going to be there. You can’t erase your past. No matter how bad you want to.”

“The truth…” I pause and watch her eyes grow large with worry about what I’m going to say. “The truth is that you’re a survivor, Eve.

There is nothing stupid or worthless about that.”

Looking away, she swallows. Taking a deep breath, her eyes find mine again when she speaks. “Have you ever felt free?”

I tilt my head at the change of the conver sa tion. “Free?”

She licks her lips. “The first time I ever felt free was the night on theIsabella. For two weeks before the party, Evan wouldn’t allow anyone to touch me. It was a dream, re ally. No beatings, no toys, no sex.” A smile tugs at her lips. “He wanted time for my bruises to heal. I had to be the perfect doll.” She looks away. “Anyway, that morn ing we flew to New York. A woman came in to do my hair and makeup. I was given a dress to wear. I felt like a princess. I was speechless. The yacht took my breath away. The ocean was endless.

It was breathtaking. The sun on my face. It was the first time I was allowed to drink al cohol.” My hand slides up to cup her face, and she turns slightly to look at me. “I saw you standing there and thought, Wouldn’t it be nice to talk to a stranger? To have a conver sa tion with some one who didn’t want to fuck me?”

I swallow because that’s exactly what I had thought when I was with Saint and saw her on the deck.

“I wanted to jump off the yacht and swim in the ocean, but I didn’t know how to swim then.” She laughs at herself. “I imag ined that I was there with my husband—a Lord who wanted to show me off to his colleagues, knowing I’d be going home with him. No one would touch me. No one would hit me, and no one would rape me.” She swallows. “And when I saw you again, I had to speak to you. Then, like a trained whore, I threw myself at you…”

“Stop, Eve,” I interrupt her. “Stop being so hard on your self.” She didn’t know any better.

She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “I…I just wanted some one to notice me.”

“I did,” I tell her, and she looks away from me. “Did he hurt you?”

Her eyes find mine once more. “After you left the room? Did Evan hurt you because of me?” I al ready know the answer to this because Bill told us she was beaten when he found her. And if I’ve got the timeline right, he didn’t save her until af ter the party on theIsabella.

“I ran into him, and he was mad.” She licks her lips. “I told him that the Lord was dead. I was on my knees, hugging the toilet. I felt sick after I let you touch me. Evan was yelling…I don’t re member much after that. He drugged me.”

I sigh, running a hand down my face. “I could have saved you. I would have helped you had you just said something to me.”

She gives me a sad smile. “You wouldn’t have stood a chance

against Evan.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know he had unlimited re sources and a lot of power ful Lords on his side. Dollhouse was unstoppable, Kash. As much as you wanted to help, you had limits. Plus, my father knew I was there. You going up against your father’s brother wouldn’t have done any of us any good.”

I might not have been a Lord, but I would have done anything for her. And I know my broth ers would have helped me. “Then what happened?” I ask, needing to know.

“Like I said, it was a blur. I woke up in a room. No longer on the yacht. It looked like wooden paneling—a cabin maybe…there was yelling coming from another room. Lots of it. I hurt everywhere.

Worse than I ever had. I was in and out of it for a while. Then when I woke up, I was in the hospital room with Bill and Gavin.”

The picture that Bill showed us of her se cured to the hospital bed with a patch over her eye. She looked like she had been beaten.

Evan had hurt her because of me. I fucked up his plan that night and someone had to pay. She was his victim. His easy target.

She leans over onto her side and places her hand on my chest. She pushes me back, and I roll over, bringing her with me so she strad‐ dles my hips.

“I’m here now, Eve.” I push her wild hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “And I prom ise no one will ever touch you but me.

Do you understand that?”

She gives me a smile and leans over, bringing her lips close to mine. “I do.”