If it wasn’t for Xavier, I would have already chained him up somewhere dark and quiet.
I’d set hunting dogs on him every night and call them off right when he’s about to die.
I’d press maggots into his open flesh and sew him up. Then I’d watch them devour him from the inside out. I’d stretch his death out for as long as I can.
But the Harvester’s fate is up to Xavier.
I can’t go back on that promise—five years is much too long.
Anyhow, the actor isn’t allowed to physically touch Evie. If he does, I’ve explained to him I’ll be the one to cut off each of his fingers and shove them into his dick. He didn’t ask questions, and we pay him enough that he’s fine with playing by whatever rules we tell him to. It was enough to appease Christian too, so it was enough for me.
Philip goes to a bookstore in the nearest town every Wednesday and Saturday, like clockwork, so for the next four weeks, Evie will be volunteering there from noon to night.
That only gives us eight chances to get his attention.
If we plant her anywhere else in his life, her presence will be too strong and he might grow suspicious. Any longer than that will mean our plan failed and he’s already fixed his eyes on someone else.
We’re prepared for that case as well, and Christian doesn’t say it, but I know it’s what he’s hoping for—that Evie will fail to get his attention.
‘Be shy.’Xavier had spent the last few days drilling instructions into Evie, ‘Don’t approach him. Make subtle glances. Blush when he speaks with you, but don’t come onto him anddon’tapproach him. At least not until we tell you differently.’
What none of us would’ve guessed, is that Evie herself is a natural actress.
She doesn’t let her fear show, she smiles easily, and her blush is genuine. Before we know it, the first Wednesday and Saturday goes by with only niceties exchanged between her and Philip. She helps him find a book, recommends some others he might like based on the genres, and they part ways.
But these passing interactions will need to snowball into something more, and fast.
Because now we only have six chances left.
That night, after the second contact, Xavier and Gabriel take turns watching Evie from close by, while Christian, Tobias and I monitor Philip on the cameras. It’s nothing that all three of us need to be together to do… so it’s only natural I steal Christian away to the hotel suite again.
Much to his dismay, by the time the elevator doors open on the top floor, I’m already balls deep inside him.
Let’s be practical, fifty-three floors is a long time to wait just to take what’s mine.
He’d starved me for days leading up to planting Evie. And he was so on edge the past week I was being thoughtful, leaving him alone.
“Reu—Reuben—” Christian’s voice is breathy. It sounds like he’s breaking apart already.
I thrust into him violently, lost in the way his ass is sheathed perfectly around my cock.
“The elevator—”
The meaning of his words dances in my periphery and when the elevator door closes it takes another deep thrust for them to finally make sense.
Right.
Elevator.
“We could go back and show everyone how pretty you are when I’m inside you,” I whisper in his ear and he whimpers.
Another thrust and he’s crying my name as he comes all over the elevator walls. Thick ropes spewing onto the shiny metal.
Damn it, he’s so sexy.
I slam the elevator button to open the doors before it can descend, and have to wrap my arms around him to walk him backwards on weak feet. I can barely wait until the doors close in front of us, before bending him over and sliding myself back into him with a low hum in my throat.
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” I whisper in his ear, “I want to see it.”
