Her lips trembled, fear replacing embarrassment and mortification. Fear. The one thing he’d sworn he’d never make her feel.
He wasn’t gentle. He couldn’t afford to be. As soon as her lips parted, he shoved his dick all the way to the back of her throat, making her gag and choke.
“Can’t even give good head,” he said in disgust.
He held her head in a brutal grip and began fucking her mouth with force he’d never before used with her.
Knowing there was no way in hell he’d come because he was in no way turned on by the brutality he was subjecting her to, he said in a harsh voice, “Swallow all of it. If so much as a drop spills, I’ll punish you so you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
“Why are you doing this?” she whispered tearfully, low enough the others couldn’t hear.
“Because you blatantly disobeyed me.”
Utter defeat was reflected in her body and expression as she robotically knelt there, enduring Drake’s brutal treatment of her. But thenever-ending stream of tears was his undoing, and he was grateful the men were behind him and couldn’t see the torment on his face. Torment even Evangeline didn’t register because she’d mentally checked out, numbness overtaking her entire body.
He hated himself more than he thought it possible to ever hate anyone. Even his mother and father. When he’d spent a realistic amount of time fucking her mouth to make it believable that he’d come, he instructed her to swallow and to lick every drop of come from his dick and her lips.
Then he roughly yanked her to her feet and shoved her toward the kitchen.
“Throw out whatever shit you cooked and make sure every pot, pan or utensil is cleaned and get whatever the fuck you have set out in the living room in the trash can. From now on, you stay the fuck out of my kitchen and my business. Youronlyuse is in my bedroom. And just so you know, you will be severely punished when I return for disobeying a direct order, one you couldn’t possibly have misunderstood.”
He hesitated, hating himself more and more with every hateful, despicable word that spewed from his mouth.
“What’s your job, whore? What is the only job you have?”
“O-obey,” she said in a choked voice.
“One responsibility and you can’t even accomplish that,” he said with fake disgust.
Then he turned to the men who’d accompanied him, disgusted that they were visibly aroused by Drake’s humiliation of Evangeline and the fact that he’d made her suck him off in front of them. He wanted to throw up.
“Let’s go somewhere we can get a decent meal. I apologize for my stupid whore’s obvious ineptitude.”
He started for the elevator door and then turned back, his expression as cold and chilling as he could make it. “When I get back, this placebetter be spotless and I want you in my bed, naked and ready to receive your punishment. And I won’t have any mercy.”
Evangeline stood there in shock, staring at the closed elevator doors for several long minutes after Drake’s abrupt departure. She glanced down at herself, makeup-stained tears falling onto the floor.
Beautiful? Classy? Elegant?
She had been fooling herself and Drake had perpetuated one of the biggest hoaxes in history because he’d made her feel all of those things.
Worthless. Whore. Bitch.
The words he’d used to describe her echoed over and over in her head until rage finally roused her from the numb shock surrounding her. Even as she robotically started for the kitchen like an automaton trained to follow Drake’s orders, she twisted violently, yanking the heels off her feet and hurling them through the living room at the coffee table and the trays of food she’d labored so painstakingly over.
Two bottles of the wine and two bottles of liquor, hit by the flying shoes, tumbled from the table and she heard the satisfying crack of breaking glass.
She stormed into the bedroom, yanking and tearing at her dress until she managed to free herself. With shaking hands, she removed every piece of jewelry he’d bought for her and underhanded them onto the bed.
Then she sank to the floor on her knees, clad in only her panties and bra. Raw, ugly-sounding sobs clawed their way up her throat and out of her lips, the sound of terrible grief.
You will be severely punished.
Oh hell no. To hell with Drake. To hell with every lie he’d ever fed her. For building her up only so he could be the one to tear her down.
Feeling like an old, decrepit woman, she crawled to the closet and rummaged until she found a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Drake had thrown every bit of her old clothing out when he’d moved her in;otherwise she wouldn’t take a single thing bought by him. As it was, she packed a bag with three pairs of jeans, one casual dress that was suitable for job hunting and two pairs of shoes.
The rest she left hanging, most still with the tags attached. Then she went about systematically removing any and all of her presence from his bedroom. She went from room to room, throwing away or simply destroying any possible reminder of herself in Drake’s eyes.
