Blood drips from my hand and knife.
Evan pulls so hard, he rips his septum piercing out and falls to the floor. He scoots across the floor like a worm with nowhere to go while his screams continue.
My breathing is heavy and my skin tingles. “Fucking bastard.” I slam the heel of my boot onto his caged dick, and he bucks wildly. “Use your dick now, Evan. Hmm? Be a gooddollyand beg me to come.”
I remove my boot and take a step back, needing to calm down. I’m wound up. I’m supposed to be levelheaded. Calculated. That’s how Evan was with me.
“I’m impressed with your creativity,” Sin compliments over Evan’s wailing.
I smile and say, “Thanks, but I can’t take all the credit.” My attention drops to Evan to see the bastard sobbing.
Tossing the knife into the kitchen sink, I put on a new pair of gloves and grab the last two things I need. Returning to Evan, I squat down next to him and pop open the lid and pour the salt over his sliced dog.
Evan bucks and screams, so I sit on his thighs to try and keep him down, but he’s wild. Sin helps me by holding his back down with a knee to his chest. “I know that stings like a bitch.” I smile. “Now I have to apply pressure to help stop the bleeding.”
I rip the end of the tape from the roll and start at the base before wrapping the VHB tape all the way down and around his bleeding and salt-covered dick.
I wrap it five times to make sure it won’t slide off from the blood. Reviews said this was the stickiest tape on the market. We’ll see if they were telling the truth.
Tossing the roll to the side, I stand and turn to leave. “Leave him like that.”
A hand touches my shoulder, and I jump, spinning around. “You’re okay,” Kashton assures me. His eyes search mine and I glance at the floor.
I’ve got to get out of here. I’m so hot I’m suffocating. I take off toward the stairs.
EIGHTY-SIX
KASHTON
“Eve?” I holler, but she’s already gone. “Leave him the way he is and put him in a cell,” I order and follow after her.
I shove open the door to the stairwell just when the closing door echoes from her exiting on the birdcage floor. I run up the stairs, barge into our bedroom, and find her in the bathroom. She’s standing at the sink, vigorously washing off her arms and hands.
Leaning up against the doorway, I cross my arms over my chest and wait for her to face me.
Turning off the water, she bows her head and takes a deep breath. Then she straightens and speaks when her eyes meet mine in the mirror. “I got some of the drug on my skin.”
“I know.” I saw her demeanor change. Her anger grew, and her breathing accelerated. While everyone in the room was watching Evan, my eyes were on my wife.
She pushes off the counter and turns to face me. “I’ll go see Devin.”
I step into the bathroom, blocking her exit. “How do you feel?”
Her eyes drop to my jeans, and she licks her lips. “Horny.” She lifts them to meet mine. “But we both know I’ve never needed drugs to beg you to fuck me.”
I haven’t touched her, afraid I’ll hurt her. The night in the motel will haunt me until I die. When I step into her, her breath hitches, and I gently run my knuckles over her face and down her delicate neck. “Your pulse is racing, angel.”
“Yeah,” she breathes.
“You’re burning up.” Her skin is hot and flushed. I run the tips of my fingers over the top of her breasts that the corset shows off.
She leans into me, and I wrap my hand around her throat. Her eyes practically roll in the back of her head when she lets out a moan.
I want to tell her how proud of her I am. How good she did and howmuch I love her, but she won’t hear me right now. So instead, I say, “I’m going to fuck you, angel.”
“Please?” she begs, her hands gripping my shirt. “I need you to want me.”
I brush my lips against hers, but my hand on her neck keeps her in place when she leans forward, wanting me to kiss her. “I always want you, Eve. Never doubt that.”
