“Yeah, well, if the part where I shoved it in your face wasn’t clear enough, you’re not welcome here. Go home, Kash.” I give him my back. “Your real home.”
He grabs my arm, spinning me around. “I want to show you something.”
“I…” I’m about to say that I don’t have the time, but that’s all I have. “What is it?”
He takes my hand, and I follow after him through the silent house. My heels clap on the floor, the sound echoing throughout. The house is empty, with bare walls, and it magnifies even the softest sound. I hate that I dressed up for him—skinny jeans, a tight top, and Gucci heels. Even took the time to fix my hair and do my makeup. Wanted to make a lasting impression and give him something to look at while I walked back over to my house.
Guess the joke is on me.
Coming to a door, Kashton opens it up and steps to the side. Removing his hand from mine, he places it on my lower back. “After you.”
I peek inside and see a set of stairs leading down to a basement. “You’re not going to push me down them, are you?” I half joke. Making me break my legs is a sure way to keep me from running away.
“Here.” He turns to face me, grips my hips, and lifts my heels off the floor.
I yelp in surprise even as my legs wrap around his waist instinctively, and I lock my heels together at his back. Then he’s turningus so he can walk down the stairs while I cling to him. His hands are on my ass, and I spot a piece of icing smeared on his neck and have the urge to lick off the sweet sugar but refrain. I can bake myself a cake anytime.
My hands are on his back, and I feel his muscles flex as he carries me down the stairs. I imagine myself naked, underneath him, with his weight on top of me. His cock in my pussy and his lips on mine…
Fuck, I should have paid for a clown to deliver the cake and just watched it from my front porch, dressed in lingerie while drinking a bottle of whiskey. I let my emotions get the best of me when it comes to him.
I knew he wasn’t married, but the thought was too much. To think he had a Lady and children made me jealous, and I had to sayfuck youto his face. I wanted him to see me. For fuck’s sake, I spent time getting ready while the cake was in the oven. I’ve never cooked or baked for a man.
He hits the last step, and with reluctance, I lower my legs while he helps me to stand. He grabs my hand, lifts it up over my head, and spins me around like we’re dancing.
I laugh, but it cuts off when I see the basement is just as empty as the house. “What am I looking at, Kashton?” I ask. “There’s nothing down here.”
He flips on a light and walks past me over to the far wall. Bending down, he picks up what I can only assume is a collar that is chained to the wall. I take an instinctive step back, and my heels hit the stairs behind me.
“This is for you, angel.” His eyes meet mine.
I’ve seen what evil looks like. How black and empty someone’s eyes can be when you beg them to help you, and instead, they hurt you. Kashton’s look nothing like that.
His tattoos may make someone walk in the opposite direction if they meet him on the street, but his eyes—they’re kind and inviting. But even they can’t calm the fear that overtakes me.
My heart slams against my chest, and my pulse races. Fear crawls up my spine, but butterflies of excitement take flight in my stomach. “I…I don’t understand.” I swallow the knot in my throat. “You want to chain me to the wall?” I whisper.
He drops the collar and chain to the floor and the loud clank of metal on concrete makes me flinch. He slowly strolls back to me, and I stay frozen where I am as he cups my face with both of his tatted hands.
“Kash.” His name is heavy on my dry tongue.
“I want you to be mine, Eve. All mine.”
Most men would give flowers or diamonds, and he has done both of those things, but it was just for show. He wanted other Lords to think there was something between us. But in private, he wants to tie me up and keep me as a pet. “Meaning?” My voice is soft, and the blood rushes in my ears. The thought of being his is as scary as it is exciting.
“I want to take care of you.”
He knows no different.It’s how he was raised. What he was taught. It’s not his fault. “Chaining someone up isn’t taking care of them,” I argue.
Kashton frowns as if that’s the stupidest thing he’s ever heard.
I take a step back from him and swallow nervously. “I have to go.” Giving him my back, I stomp up the stairs and shove the door open so hard that it hits the interior wall with a loud bang.
I’m running through the living room when I hear him behind me. “Eve? Eve, wait.”
“Quit fucking watching me, Kash. Get a life,” I throw over my shoulder.
“You are my life.”
