My stomach twists, but wetness drips from my pussy. Belong to Kashton Landon Pierce? Never in my wildest dreams did I think that’d be an option. But as he stands here in the flesh, the thought doesn’t sound so bad. Dropping my hands, I take a step back from him. “What are you going to do, brand me or something?” I give a rough laugh to try and play off the fact that my pulse is racing.
He runs his tatted knuckles over my collarbone before wrapping his hand around my throat. I don’t fight him when he steps into me. “Once I find you, you’ll be mine to play with for the next forty-eight hours.”
Disappointment washes over me. I thought he wanted me forever, but I push it out of my mind. Maybe it’s the bottle of liquor I downed making me crazy.
He’s a man—the thing I hate most in the world. Since when do I want to let any man play with me? “I’m not interested in being your toy, Kashton,” I decide to say.
His hand tightens a little more, but still not to the point of cutting off myair. “You can lie to yourself, angel, but you can’t lie to me. I know what you want.”
Oh really?“What is that?” This will be good.
“Someone to control you.” He tilts his head to the side and my heart leaps in my chest. “You need a man to tell you what to do and how to do it.”
My eyes narrow up at him because his words have my body humming with need. I’ve done so good for years, and he wrecks it within a week. I let him fuck me twice, and all of a sudden, my body wants him. It’s like having a first hit and always chasing that same high.
He gives my throat a warning squeeze, as if to shut my mind up and place my attention back on him.
“I’ll control when you eat and when you sleep.” His hand pulls me closer to his body, and I have to arch to keep eye contact. I grip the soft material of his shirt as he continues. “How you’re fucked and when you can come.”
I swallow, and it grants me a devious smirk; he knows his words are getting to me.
“I bet you’re wet right now just thinking about it.”
I lick my lips.
“It’s okay to want to be my whore, Eve.” He frowns as if he can’t fathom why I wouldn’t want to be a toy for him. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be used.”
But there is. It’s not who I’ve worked so hard to be. “Go to hell,” I tell him.
His frown deepens at my rejection. “It’ll just be me and you, Eve.”
My knees threaten to buckle. Does he know about my past? That I’ve been used and passed around? I’ve never had someone who only wanted me to themselves. I’ve never been enough.
“No one watching. Just us.”
What’s one more time? We’ve already been here twice. Even though I hated myself afterward, it felt good in the moment.
“Okay.” The single word slips from my trembling lips before my mind can even process what I said. My body wants him. Even now, it’s leaning into him. I’m having an internal battle, wanting to slam a knife into his chest as badly as I want to fall to my knees to let him fuck my face however he likes.
My mind knows right from wrong, but my body…she’s only ever known what he described.
“Okay what, angel? You’re going to have to tell me what you want.”
I glance up at him through my lashes, taking in a shaky breath. “I’ll play hide-and-seek. If you find me, I’ll be yours for forty-eight hours.”
“WhenI find you,” he corrects me.
“What do I get if you don’t?” The thought of him not finding me is what scares me. What if this is a trick? What if he wants to see me hide and he doesn’t even come after me? A way to set me up. To see how desperate I am.
He removes his hand from my neck, and I shiver from the coldness.Kashton chuckles at my question and glances at his watch. “You’ve got sixty seconds and then I’m coming to get you.”
“I can’t get very far in sixty seconds.” I smile playfully. My adrenaline is already pumping. He was right the last time we stood here in the cemetery, when he said saving me from the guy on theIsabellaturned me on.
He was there when I needed him, and he’s the first guy to never disappoint me. So far.
“This isn’t about running, Eve. It’s about hiding,” he clarifies. “And you’re wasting valuable time. Run and hide.”
I turn around and rush through the cemetery, stepping on old graves and dodging unmarked headstones in my chunky boots. There’s a mausoleum in the far back that I can hide inside of.
