“You were so loud. I had to place my hand over your mouth so no one would hear you. But I’m more than willing to let the world hear you scream my name now.”
“Kashton,” I say, trying to calm my racing heart. I should have never let him find me here.
“Yeah, angel?”
I whimper at the mention of the nickname he gave me all those years ago, and it grants me a winning smile. His perfectly straight white teeth glow under the light. He knows what he does to me. “I’m not the same person I was,” I warn him.
Then, I had no choice. Didn’t know any better. Now, I understand I’m not some bitch a man can use. I’m a fucking storm and can destroy anything in my path.
“Neither am I.” He takes a long pull of the cigarette. “See, I wasn’t able to do anything about it then, but I can now.”
Literal butterflies flutter in my stomach at his choice of words. He wasn’t a Lord then. He was going through initiations. Now, he’s free and clear and can fuck whoever he wants. “Haven’t you married by now?” I drop my eyes to his left hand, hoping he’s wearing a ring. There has to be some unlucky woman out there chained to him for the rest of her life. Not like it would matter. They all cheat. Marriage means nothing to them.
Laughter follows once more. “Let’s just say I’ve been looking for the right one.”
“Well, most women aren’t thrilled to be treated like a pet.”
He takes another step closer, and I don’t retreat this time. “You want to be collared, angel? Want me to walk you around on a leash?”
I place my hand on my chest and speak. “Yes, please, my Lord. It’s my dream to bark for you.” I bat my fake lashes like a doting bitch.
A cruel smile graces his face under the moonlight, and it makes him look as handsome as I remember. He’s wearing a hoodie, but I can see the ink that covers his hands. He didn’t have any tattoos before. Not that I remember anyway. He gave me his suit jacket, but he never removed his dress shirt. “How did you know I prefer bitches over pussycats?”
“Call it a woman’s intuition.” I roll my eyes, avoiding eye contact.
He steps into me, and I tilt my head, unable to stop myself, and meet his stare. My heart is hammering in my chest at our closeness. He lifts his free hand and pushes the hair back from my face, his fingertips grazing my skin. My body shivers from the contact, but I’m going to blame it on the cool night air.
Blood rushes in my ears and the wind picks up, whipping my hair. He cups my face, and I hold my breath when he leans down. He’s no different from any other john. Let them get close and then attack.
“I’ve been looking for you, Eve.”
My skin tingles with excitement at the threat. I whisper, “You found me.” I search his pretty blue eyes. “What are you going to do to me?”
The corner of his lips twitch. “Whatever I want.”
His words send heat running up my spine. When his eyes drop to my lips, I know what’s coming. He’s going to kiss me, and I’m going to let him.
I lick my lips, a silent invitation, as I reach into the pocket of my hoodie. I’ve been prepared for this very moment since he walked into the cathedral with Haidyn to collect their prisoner. I knew he’d make his move, and I vowed to be ready.
Closing my eyes, I let him kiss me. I expect him to be rough and needy, but instead, it’s slow and savory. My hips push into his, and I moan into his mouth as my pussy throbs.
It’s a natural reaction.
He must drop his cigarette onto the ground, because his other hand cups my face as well, and he deepens the kiss, taking my breath away. His tongue dances with mine, and I follow his lead, letting him have control.
I push back the urge to wrap my arms around his neck and instead grip the object in my hoodie before I remove it. My free hand scrapes his scalp, and he moans into my mouth. It’s a shock straight to my pussy, making it tingle.
No. No. No. No,my head screams. Not this again. I will not go back to the old me. I will not let him drag me back to the hell I crawled my way out of.
Opening my eyes, I see his are closed. Ignoring my racing heart, I silently count to three before I yank his head back by his hair, separating our lips, and stab the tip of the syringe into his neck, emptying the contents before yanking it out.
I step back, and one of his hands falls to his side while the other slaps his neck, as if killing a bug that just bit him. “Wh-what?”
“You look unwell.” I step closer to him.
“Eve…” He blinks rapidly.
“I’ve known you’ve been following me, Kash. And like an idiotic man, you took the bait.” I smile, the feeling of control he had over me fading away fast.
