I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable by hanging around if she didn’t want me there.
I’ve wanted to text Sin to see if she’s okay, but I’ve left him alone. He let me do something for his wife, and I’ll take that as a win.
But I wish he’d call me. Hell, I’d settle for a text at this point.
Is this what going through a breakup feels like? Where you hang out every day, always texting and calling…thenbam,you no longer exist to them? I’ve never been in any sort of meaningful relationship. I had a chosen, but we were both forced into that. She hated me, and I tolerated her. And then, like everything else in my life, I was forced to make a decision. I chose to kill her. Save her from a much worse fate.
Sin and I had gotten just as close as I am to Saint and Haidyn. It’s my fault. I get attached quickly. I’m afraid of being alone, and my brothers have both moved on. So I clung to Sin. I know he’s married too, but it’s different. Maybe because he hasn’t betrayed me like my brothers. Instead, I’m the one who’s hurt him.
Now that Haidyn and Saint have married, everything feels…off, and I’m lonely.
So like any other night, I find myself walking into Blackout. Spotting a few guys from Barrington, I sit down at their table to shoot the shit. Why not? Haidyn is busy with Charlotte, and Saint’s with Ashtyn. They’ve both got someone, and what was once the three of us is now the four of them.
I’ve been replaced. Forgotten.
I plan on going to the cemetery afterward to see my girl. The flowers were a gift, but my visit to her house the other night was a warning. I’m not going to walk away. She’ll have to kill me.
I stayed away from her yesterday. On purpose. I wanted to give her some time to come to terms with the fact we had sex again and that we’re going to continue doing it.
There won’t be an inch of her skin that I won’t touch. She will belong to me in every way a woman can belong to a Lord. That includes being my Lady.
But I’ve got to take my time. She knows I’m following her every move. She’s questioning whether I’m watching her or not. And when I’m going to collect what she owes me. I wasn’t lying when I said the guys want answers. If they find out she’s connected to Isabella, things could get messy. The guys won’t hesitate to string her up, strip her naked, and wait for the wolves to attack. A confessional. Wouldn’t that be ironic? That’s what she does for the Lords. Something tells me they’d be willing to let her be the one strapped to the altar, no problem.
But I want her. Since the moment I saw her, this is what I’ve wanted. Does she owe me for saving her that night six years ago? No. But if that’s what gets me the girl, then I’ll take it. After my talk with Adam, I know that Eve finds herself in sticky situations all the time.
I don’t mind putting a collar on her and throwing her into a cell in the basement. But I want to see who she goes to first. Who tries to save her from me. There’s always a Lord behind the show. A puppet master, if you will. She might be someone else’s puppet, but she’ll be my whore.
I know that she’s connected to Bill. Do I believe they’re blood related? No. But there is definitely something there that needs to be answered. Adam only knew enough to make me have more questions. And at this point, I don’t even trust what he told me.
I give Sin a week before he comes to me demanding answers, wanting to know what I’ve found out from her.
A bleached blonde gets my attention, walking through the crowd, headed toward the bar. You can’t miss her under the flashing lights.It’s my lucky night.“One sec,” I tell the guys, getting up and making my way across the dance floor to the main bar while “Birthday Cake” by Rihanna blasts through the club.
Coming up behind her, my eyes drop to her red heels and slowly run up her black leggings. They look to be leather and reveal every curve of her lean legs up and over her round ass. Fuck, I want my cock inside it. They sit high on her thin waist, and she wears a white crop top that shows a sliver of her back. Her hair is up in a high ponytail, showing off her delicate neck. I step up to the bar beside her and remove my wallet from my back pocket.
“Her tab is on me tonight,” I inform the bartender, sliding my card to him.
She glances at me and rolls her pretty eyes. They light up under the neon lights. “I don’t need your money, Kash.” She reaches out and shoves my card across the bar, and it falls off the edge at my feet.
Bending down to pick it up, I chuckle. “Eve?—”
She huffs, turning to face me, placing her hand on her hip. “Starting to think you’re obsessed with me.”
I smirk. “Oh, I am.” There is no denying her.
Stepping into me, her hand touches my chest as she tilts her head to the side. “Want to throw me onto the bar and fuck me right here?”
Her words catch me off guard. She was sick to her stomach after I fucked her at the run-down motel. I didn’t stick around the other night in her basement to see how she reacted once she came down, but if I had to guess, I’d say it was no different.
Now she’s willing to let me fuck her in front of an audience? She’s either trying to throw me off or she’s starting to come around to being my whore. I place my hand on her lower back, pulling her into me.
That grants me a tight smile. “Honestly,” I begin, and her smile falters, like she’s wondering what I’m about to say. “I’d never fuck you in front of others.” Her eyes search mine, but she’ll find no lie. “I won’t be sharing what’s mine.”
“Yours?” Her brows rise and she gives a rough laugh. “I don’t belong to you, Kashton.” She pushes me away and I allow it.
“It was my cum that leaked from your cunt, angel,” I remind her. “You don’t get any moreminethan that.”
She looks away from me, swallowing. I’m going to push her past her limits. She’s going to learn there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Even if I have to make her uncomfortable.
