TWENTY
EVERETT
What in the fuck is he doing here, and why the fuck am I indulging him? He scared the shit out of me when I saw him standing down here. But I’m not surprised. I knew he wouldn’t go away.
I don’t care if I look crazy, but I refuse to back down or appear weak. Once they smell your fear, they feast on it. Use it against you. I’m a pro at calling someone’s bluff. But I can’t deny I’m wet for him.
My shoulders are burning because of how he’s got my arms secured behind my back. He showed up tonight for a reason—to prove he has the upper hand. That I’m just another bitch he’s going to use however he wants until the next one comes along.
“What if I said yes?”
Lifting my chin, I say, “Try your best.”
Pushing his body flush with mine, he gently brushes my hair off my chest so it falls down my back before his hands slide into it. His tatted fingers tighten in my curled strands, and I hiss in a breath when it makes my scalp sting.
He yanks my head back, making my lips part as he stares down at me. My heart is hammering, my pussy throbbing.
He uses his hands in my hair to tilt my head to the side before he lowers his face to my neck. He licks along my racing pulse, and my heavy eyes fall closed.
“You taste amazing, Eve,” he whispers, placing featherlight kisses along my neck.
My legs threaten to buckle. “Kash,” I breathe, shuffling in my heels.
He’s going to fuck me, and I’m going to hate myself tomorrow for letting him. I tell myself that alcohol can help. I’ll just drink until I pass out.
Releasing my hair, his hands drop to my ass, and he digs his fingers into it as he lifts me off my heels. He sets me down on the table, and pieces of glass cut into my skin while I sit in a puddle of alcohol. The pain feels good.
I part my legs for him, and he steps between them. He rips my leotard down the center to expose my chest. I’m not wearing a bra. I didn’t plan on seeing anyone tonight. It’s why I didn’t put any type of pants on.
“Tell me to stop, Eve,” he orders.
I can’t make myself say the words, so I moan instead, leaning into him.
He chuckles as his hands massage my breasts. “You want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to beg me for it.”
Fuck.Of course he’s going to make me do that. “Please.”
“Please what, angel?”
I swallow nervously and whisper, “Please fuck me.”
“You’re so timid.” He drops his gaze to my heaving chest. “What happened to the feisty woman who likes a challenge, huh?”
He’s playing with me, and I hate losing.
Leaning forward, I hold his stare. “Please fuck me. Any way you want, Kash. I’m your whore to play with.”
He yanks me off the table, and I wobble in my heels on the shards of broken glass that cover the floor. His hands drop to my hips, and he undoes my belt before he drapes it around his neck. Then he spins me around so he’s behind me.
I drop my head to look at my legs when I feel him wrapping my belt around my thighs, but it’s inside out. “What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly.
“Fucking you however I want,” he answers, pulling it tight, forcing me to close my legs. He buckles it in place, and I hiss in a breath as I feel the spikes dig into my skin.
He wants to hurt me, cause me pain because he knows I enjoy it.
Grabbing a handful of my hair, he bends me over the side of the table, pushing my ass out, and his hand moves my leotard to the side.
My breath gets caught and I try to pull my legs apart when I feel his cock pushing its way into my soaked pussy.
