Roman barks out a laugh from beside me. “Us. She has us to do.”
The surprise in Markus’s eyes is short lived as he quickly shakes his head and gives a chuckle. “You guys have fun, then.” He walks over and claps Wylder on the shoulder on his way back to his car. “Keep my man out of trouble for me, Evie.”
Eve gives him a snort, “I am the trouble, Markus!”
Chapter 32
Eve
A stern look from Atlas sends the others walking over to Wylder’s for the night, leaving me and him alone to walk through my front door. The adrenaline from the race still burns through my bloodstream just enough for the ties of my secrets to loosen, allowing me to breathe for the first time in weeks.
If it wasn’t for the small high, I wouldn’t be able to handle the look in Atlas’s eyes as he shuts the door behind him, turning toward me with as much grace as a mountain lion stalking its prey through the forest. If it wasn’t for the high, guilt would be eating me alive instead of this…this need.
God, I fuckingneedhim right now.
Atlas chuckles, leaning back against the doorframe to watch me panting in front of him, my breasts aching for his touch, my cunt weeping for his approval. The shadows in his eyes get washed away by his inner darkness, reminding me thatheis the original misfit. He’s the one I broke for, the one I mended myself back together for, the one that Ilove so much that I can hardly see when that love blurs the lines between hate.
He licks his lips, and I watch the movement with rapt attention, wishing that he was licking me instead. “Do you know what my reward is, Eve?”
Reward? What the hell – Oh.
His head gives a subtle shake as he begins a slow ascent towards me, his footsteps thundering on the ground like my heart pounding in my chest. “Don’t look like that, love. I didn’t need a reward for talking to my son. The guys just gave me a little…motivation.”
“What kind of motivation?” The words are barely a whisper as Atlas comes to a stop in front of me.
He reaches up, grabbing my neck in his hands and giving it a firm squeeze. My mind flashes back to ten years ago, when he first took my neck in his hands and squeezed until I came for him.
“I wasn’t allowed to join in on the bet until my son talked to me.” He reaches out with his free hand to slide my shirt up until the cool air caresses my stomach. “I didn’t care what they thought, but I wanted to get things on the right track with Abel first, so I went along with it.”
His grip around my throat loosens just enough for me to say, “What fucking bet, Atlas?”
His hand tightens against my throat once more and I gasp in surprise as his other hand tears my shirt straight from my body, leaving me in only a skirt and a thin bra. “Watch the way you fucking talk to me, Evangeline. Ten years I’ve been dreaming of you, missing the feeling of your tight cunt strangling my cock…I’m feeling a little feral at the moment.”
The panties that were drenched at the racetrack become effectively ruined and my lace bra feels rough on my nipples, nipples he reaches down to tweak before continuing. “We’re going to see who puts theirbaby in you first,Reginetta,and I plan to fuck you so hard your womb gets an imprint of my cock. It's going to know it belongs to me even when the others are having you scream their names.”
He lets me go, immediately stripping me out of the rest of my clothes and tossing them over his shoulder in his frenzy to get me naked. A boot hits the door, one knocks over a vase, my bra hangs over my lamp – and none of it stops him in his mission.
He doesn’t bother stripping down before he’s tossing me over his shoulder and rushing up the stairs, giving my ass a firm smack as he walks us through my bedroom door.
I let out a grunt as he tosses me on the bed, crawling up on his hands and knees as he toes off his shoes. “I hear you like toys, little ghost.” He leans down and takes a nipple in his mouth, biting it hard before licking away the hurt. “I don’t think I need toys to make you scream, though.”
And he didn’t. I don’t even realize he’s naked until his cock is brushing up against me, soaking him in my juices just enough for him to slam inside me. His moans and my screams mix together in a lust infused symphony, our souls intertwining until I can’t tell his breathing from mine, his heartbeat from the pounding in my ears. The same love and obsession I felt for him ten years ago rears its beautiful head, biting him as her own.
I lean forward, latching onto his shoulder with my teeth as he pounds into me, my bed shaking with the force of his thrusts. His fist wraps in my hair, pulling it down my back until I’m releasing his arm and tilting my head back with a loud moan.
His teeth latch on my neck, biting me until I feel the blood beginning to drip down my chest. You’d thinkwe were monsters with the sounds coming from us, the possessive growls and claims of ownership spilling from our lips.
How did I ever expect to live without knowing this level of obsession again? Kor is my safety, Roman my joy, Wyld is pure in his love, while Atlas is my darkness. The selfishness in my heart won’t allow him to live without me, and maybe that’s how the line between love and hate blurred so easily.
It’s unhealthy. It’s savage. It’s the love of misfits.
He flips us over, my back immediately arching and allowing him to get a grip on my hips before he slams back inside. My orgasm rushes through me and I bury my head in the pillows, screaming out as he makes good on his promise to make me feel him.
His hand tangles in my hair once more as he brings my head up, “Don’t hide those pretty little screams, my ghost.Haunt me.”
I let him hear every little tremor, every hoarse cry as he slams in a final time and releases himself inside me. My body shakes as I feel him slide out, his cum beginning to slide down my thighs as he pulls me back against him.
His fingers wrap around the chain I keep around my neck, the diamond ring glinting off the dim light in my bedroom. Our bodies are slick with sweat, tears, blood – the mixture of our special love.
