He rewards me with a smile and continues. “Right now, I need you to be a good little pet.” I rub my shaking thighs together, knowing that’s probably all I’m going to get for the next two days. “Kneel,” he orders. His tone is authoritative, leaving no room to argue or disobey.
I fall to my knees on the old hardwood floor, my head hanging as angry tears fill my eyes. But my head is lifted when he pulls my collar. I see him wrap the end of the leash around a hook on the wall. It forces me to keep my head up.
He steps away, picks up his bag, and starts going through it while he leaves me here to wait for him. And I will, because that’s what I was trained to do.
I take another drink from the bottle. A bigger one than last time.
Fuck, I’m such a stupid bitch.
Have you ever hated someone with all you have? You don’t even know why you dislike them, just that you can’t stand the sight of them. The sound of their voice makes you cringe and the way they laugh makes your ears bleed.
That’s how I feel about myself.
I don’t even know who I am anymore. I knew on theIsabellathat Kashton would fuck my life up if given the chance, and I gave him one. Forty-eight uninterrupted hours with me, and he tore every piece of me away that I’ve spent building up over the past six years.
Tipping back the whiskey, I go to take another drink, but it’s empty. Sitting up, I throw it across the bathroom, and it hits the wall, shattering across my floor.
“Fuck!” I scream.
Falling back into the tub, I stare up at my ceiling, trying to gain my composure and slow my racing heart. I can’t see him again. That’s all there is to it. I have to cut him out of my life. But how? He’s made it very clear that he won’t leave me alone. And why would he? I’m giving him everything he wants. My body, my mind. I’m sure he’s out fucking another stupid bitch right now. Or he’s at Carnage laughing with his brothers about what I did for him while I’m here, unable to get him out of my mind.
Sitting up once again, I grab a towel and dry my hands. Then I pick up my cell and call the one person who can help me. I place it on speakerphone and set it down when it starts to ring.
“Hey, I’ll probably lose you,” Adam greets me.
“I—”
“I was going to call you as soon as I got service, but I’ll go ahead and tell you now. You’ve got a job tonight. You should be getting the info within the hour,” he rushes out.
I was going to take him up on his offer. Ask him to get me out of town. To take me as far away from here as he can. I can work anywhere. There are shit people all over this world who need to be killed for the disgusting shit they do to those they see as easy targets.
“Eve?” he barks. “Everything okay? You there?” When I don’t answer fast enough, I hear him talking to someone else. “I think I lost her…my service sucks.”
“I’m here,” I say roughly, clearing my sore throat.
“Eve? Can you hear me?”
I blink rapidly to keep the angry tears at bay. “Yeah. I can hear you.”
“Okay. Perfect. The information is on its way. Good luck and be safe. Text me when it’s done.”Click.
He hangs up, and I slide farther down into the tub, feeling my chest tighten. The thought of drowning myself enters my mind. But it could be days before I’m found, and I just don’t want to lie in cold bathwater until someone comes looking for me. Bysomeone, I mean either Adam or Bill. No one else will care.
That’s not true. Kashton knows where I live. He made that very clear when he showed up in my basement and fucked me. He wants me to know that I can’t escape him.
My phone beeps, signaling a text, and I know it’s my job. The information I need for tonight. I decide I might as well do something productive rather than lie here wallowing in self-pity. One more night and one less bastard in this world.
I’m the one who did this to myself. I could have told Kashton no. Made him force me to be his whore if he wanted to watch me beg to be fucked that badly.
I hate that the thought excites me. That not having a choice turns me onmore than anything. Even as I kneeled at his feet, tied up and collared while he fucked my mouth, my pussy was dripping for him. Forty-eight hours later, I could take his large, pierced cock down my throat like I had been doing it for years.
“That’s it…good girl…fuck, angel…look at how well you’re doing.”
He praised me while I drooled all over myself like a dog forced to stare at their food while they wait for their owner to give them permission to eat it. And fuck, did I eat it. Swallowed it whole.
My phone beeps again, and I ignore it, sliding into the hot bathwater until it’s up to my chin. Closing my eyes, I bend my knees and slide under it to wet my hair. I’ll do my job and then I’ll get the hell out of town.
Decision made.
