Chaotic Love

by Eva Leon

  I pounded the door again until it shook the frame. There was a sound like shoes hitting the risers of the stairs, and I pressed my ear to the door to listen.

  Sure enough, I heard the lock click and I took a step back. The man came through the door and shut it behind himself. There was a pad on the inside of the door like the one outside the bathroom. I guessed that operated the lock. There was no hope of me getting through unless he let me.

  I’d thought his face was a mask of concern when he stepped into the room, but that quickly evaporated and turned into annoyance. I took another step back.

  “What are you banging about?” he asked.

  “I know you gave me something. It took the edge off. I need more.”

  “It’s not time,” he said. “You’ll get your pill when it’s time.”

  “What?”

  “My doctor came to visit you last night. He gave you IV fluids and something to help you medically detox. You get the pills on a schedule. I’ll bring the next one down with your food. You eat the food, you get the pill.”

  I instinctively reached for my arm and ran my hand over the spot where the IV had gone in. No wonder I was stronger. I wouldn’t eat so his doctor gave me shit through an IV.

  “Fuck,” I mumbled.

  “What?” He looked a little shocked.

  “I didn’t want that,” I said.

  “You didn’t want the medication to take the edge off?”

  “No, that’s all I wanted. I didn’t want the IVs.”

  “Look, Finn, you’re mine now. You’re not going to kill yourself through starvation or dehydration, and I’m not going to let the withdrawals kill you either. But you’re getting off drugs, so you’ll take the pills exactly as my doctor prescribed them. You’ll eat your food because your body needs the energy to recover. If you don’t, then when I’m done having the doctor put in another IV and a feeding tube, I’ll tie you to the bed and jack off that sweet cock of yours until you beg me to let you obey,” he said without a hint of emotion. “I hope you understand. I’m not fucking around.”

  I hated myself for showing him my weaknesses. The man had had me for less than twenty-four hours, and he already knew how to get to me. I hated when men touched my cock. I didn’t want any kind of pleasure. I could deal with sucking cock and being fucked, but I didn’t want to come. I’d worked hard to avoid it and had become a master at faking it so men would leave me alone.

  “I need the drugs,” I said, as flatly as possible.

  “And you’ll get them when you stop being a little brat and eat.”

  Something inside me snapped. I felt my face get hot, and I lunged forward toward him. My fists connected with his chest, and I began to pound him the way I’d pounded on the door earlier. It felt like hitting a brick wall. I hadn’t seen him naked, but I knew that under his black t-shirt and jeans, he was solid muscle.

  In a flash, his hand was around my throat, and he’d backed me into a wall. He wasn’t choking me. It was just enough pressure to keep me in place with my head tilted up so that I had to strain to look at him.

  I couldn’t believe I’d lost my temper and hit him. I’d never done anything like that before. I knew better. It was time for me to change tactics. I doubted this man was going to beat me to death, and I didn’t want to endure his wrath while my body ached from withdrawal. Maybe I needed to seduce him. What else had he brought me to his house for if not that he wanted me?

  His eyes were furious. He burned with rage, and I could feel that his skin had grown hot, even as his breaths grew shallow and jagged.

  He took a step toward me. His hand came up and gripped the waistband of my pants. “I didn’t tell you to put these on,” he said and pulled the pants down. They fell to the floor.

  My cock hardened. I told myself it was just the cool air of the basement. It wasn’t any kind of effect he was having on me, but I could use it to my advantage.

  I pressed my body against him as best I could and moaned. His free hand immediately found my hip and shoved it back against the wall. “You want to play games for drugs, Omega? I can play games,” he snarled.

  The hand that was on my hip slid down under my cock and he cupped my sac.“ I imagine if you don’t want your cock touched, you probably won’t like this either.”

  He squeezed softly at first, but then harder until I yelped. I tried to bring my knee up to his groin, but he saw that move coming and slapped it back down.

  “Now, now, my little Omega. You don’t want to do that. Look at how hard you are for me. I think you like this a lot more than you let on.”

  If I could get him to let go of me, I could get to my knees and suck him off. That would distract him for a while. If it wasn’t good enough, I could tease his cock well enough with my tongue that he’d just turn me over and fuck me. I could end this if I could just get to his cock.

  I took a chance and went for his belt. “Nope. Not going to happen, Finn.” He let go of my throat and pinned my hands above my head. My back arched, and my traitorous cock pointed straight at him, on display.

  “You really are a delicious little Omega,” he said. “If you would only learn to obey.”

  His head dipped down, and I felt his tongue flick one of my nipples. I’d had it done a thousand times before, but it had never felt right. I always hoped that whatever man was fucking me would have his fun playing with me and move on. They never lasted very long. A little licking and sucking for the two minutes until their dicks went off and it was over. The only men that ever took their time with me were the ones who beat me to the brink of death. The ones who wanted sex were in and out. Literally.

  But this was different. He moved his head to the other side and softly flicked the other one. The man was torturing me, but in a different way. I’d thought I would be repulsed. I wanted to be disgusted, but I couldn’t help the warmth that spread from my belly down to my cock.

  “You like that, don’t you?” he said. “Admit it.”

  I went to shake my head no, but my hips thrust toward him further. My body wouldn’t obey my head. With my hips up, he slid his hand down over my ass and squeezed.

  His mouth found my nipple again, and he gently sucked and licked. The sensation sent a shockwave of pleasure down to my slick, and I soaked the panties I’d just put on.

  I tried to get control of myself. My brain wouldn’t cooperate. “What’s your name?” I blurted out in a fit of desperation.

  He let go of my nipple with a pop and smiled. “I’m Damon, little Omega.” And then he sucked my other nipple in between his lips.

  My hips started to buck toward him. I told myself I was fighting to free myself from his grasp, but I wasn’t so sure. Was I trying to get away from him? Or was I trying to get closer? My cock ached for stimulation even though it humiliated me to want him.

  He pushed my hips back again. I was only momentarily able to rub my body against his. Damon’s cock was hard. He wanted me, and for a second, I wondered what it would be like to have it inside me. I’d sucked him off the night before, but I’d never been fucked by a dick that huge.

  No.

  I didn’t want that. I was being stupid. Wasn’t I? But he didn’t have to know that.

  “Come on, baby. Let me suck you. I love the way your cock tastes,” I purred.

  He bit my nipple, and I cried out. “You’re good, but you’re not that clever, Omega. I know your game. We’re playing mine,” he said, and the hand on my hip slid down into my panties. “So hard.” Damon started rubbing my cock.

  “Please fuck me,” I begged. “Please let me feel that big cock.” I almost believed it myself.

  He smiled at me and kept rubbing my cock. He released my hands and yanked my panties down. His hand surrounded my cock, and I felt the climax building in my belly. I had to get him to stop or I was going to come.

  “Please fuck me,” I begged, and that time I meant it. I had to stop him before he took me over the edge. Somehow, I knew if I came for him, I’d be lost.
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br />   “Not a chance, Finn,” he said and stepped back. I felt the loss of his hands on my body like a punch to the chest. “I’ll be back in an hour with your breakfast.”

  And he left me there like that. I was panting and so close to coming that my cock throbbed and leaked all over the floor. I was so desperate for the release that I almost touched myself, but the idea of doing that sent a cold chill down my spine. I crumpled into a ball on the floor and sobbed. I was confused and furious, and I hated him for leaving me that way.

  Chapter Eleven

  Damon

  I should have just taken him right then and there. Lord knows it’s what my cock wanted, but what would he learn? Just because Finn belonged to me didn’t mean I didn’t have responsibilities to him. I wasn’t a savage like Stanislav. When you owned an Omega, you treated him well. Even if I had to keep Finn locked up, I’d never throw him in a cage.

  My first responsibility was to train him properly. The Omega was here to serve me, and while I did want to make him feel good, Finn still needed to know that he got off for my pleasure. Winding him up and letting him suffer was a good lesson.

  It was hard not to go back into that room and fuck him. My cock was so hard it was painful, but I didn’t want Finn to suck me off out of desperation. It had felt good physically when he’d done that in the bathroom, but something about it didn’t feel right to me. Part of me wanted something I’d never wanted before. The Omega had begged for my cock, but I knew it wasn’t real.

  Perhaps I wanted it to be real.

  Thinking about that shit was giving me a headache. I was tired of obsessing over an Omega I owned, and I couldn’t believe I was fixating on how he felt. I shouldn’t have given a shit about him or his feelings. I was supposed to own the Omega, not the other way around.

  I had a choice to make. I could go back into his room and satisfy my physical desire for him, or I could find a way to distract myself. In the end, I decided that I needed to get out of the house for a while.

  Before I left, I went downstairs and made sure the door was secured. After that, I found Leena and told her to feed Finn in a half hour.

  “You give him one of these pills,” I said and showed her the bottle. “Only take one pill down there with you. If you take the whole bottle, he’ll find a way to get it from you. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  With that taken care of, I headed out to the garage to get my bike. As soon as I was on the road, I felt better. It was early yet, but I guessed there would already be some brothers at the clubhouse having a beer. That sounded like the perfect place for me to be. I’d been neglecting my duty to the MC, and it was time for me to check in.

  There were a lot of bikes in the lot when I pulled up in front of the clubhouse. I guessed that many of them were still left over from the night before. I parked my bike and made my way across the asphalt. The sun already felt hot, and I needed a refreshing drink.

  Inside, I found a handful of brothers sitting at the bar. Frank, the prospect, was there, sweeping and grabbing them a beer from behind the bar when theirs got empty. Usually, we had beta girls and Omegas to fetch beers, but that early most of the good bitches were in someone’s bed.

  “Grab me a beer, Frank,” I said and motioned him over. “Grab one for yourself, too. You can sweep that shit up later.”

  He looked relieved. The floor was spotless, and I guessed that one of the more sadistic brothers had him sweeping that floor for his own amusement. I outranked everyone conscious at the time, so no one argued when I told him to have a beer with me.

  “What’s going on?” Frank asked as he set the beer down in front of me. “You look pissed.”

  I took a long draw of the icy cold brew and then took a deep breath. I wasn’t sure how much I should tell the prospect, but I figured he was as good as any. Frank was loyal to a fault, especially to me. He knew I could ensure his patch, and that made him in my debt.

  “If I tell you and you tell anyone before I’m ready, I’m going to have to kill you.”

  “You don’t have to tell me that, brother.”

  “I took him,” I said. “The Omega I wanted the other day. I went back to Stanislav’s and I took him.”

  “That was you?” He gulped down half his beer. “I knew you were into him, but …”

  “But what, prospect?”

  “Nothing. It just seems dangerous. What are the brothers going to think when Stanislav figures out it’s you?”

  “The relationship with Stanislav wasn’t good for the club anymore. Me letting him get away with shorting us on a shipment was a mistake. I should have made an example of him right then. That was a show of weakness from me. Taking what I wanted from him was a big fuck you.”

  “But what about the drugs? Have you considered taking the Omega back?”

  “Watch it, prospect. Don’t step over the line. I like you, and I want to keep liking you.”

  “Sorry.”

  “It’s okay. Just don’t get too familiar until you’ve got your cut,” I said. “I did think about taking him back, but there is no way that’s going to happen. I can find us another source. I’ve been doing this long enough. Stanislav’s going to regret not selling me the Omega when he had the chance. The way I see it, he needs the Iron Souls MC more than we need him. Hell, maybe it’s time for the club to cut out the middleman. I’m sure we could do business directly with his source. That would be more profit for us.”

  Cutting Stanislav out of the equation would mean more risk, but it would mean more profit. I knew my brothers weren’t happy about him shorting our last shipment.

  I just had to convince them that taking Finn was the right move. I wasn’t letting him go. I’d die before I returned him to Slavie. What I needed was to figure out a way to make him happy.

  What the actual fuck?

  Was that really a thought I just had? I was supposed to be figuring out a way to train him to make me happy. I wasn’t sure what was happening. I’d never cared before if a piece of ass was willing. Sure, it was easier when they didn’t fight back, but whatever I was experiencing was on a whole other level.

  “Get me another beer, prospect.”

  “I can get that.” One of the brother’s Omegas came out from the back. “You want anything to eat, Damon? I was just about to fix a meal.”

  “Sure, Sammy. Thank you, darlin’.”

  I hoped my appetite would show up by the time he finished cooking. My stomach was in knots. I needed something, but it wasn’t food.

  Chapter Twelve

  Finn

  Damon wasn’t like the others, and I knew that could be dangerous. He made me feel things I didn’t want to feel, and he made me want things I couldn’t allow myself to want. I didn’t think it was possible for an Alpha to take anything more away from me than what had already been stolen, but Damon could make things much worse. I couldn’t risk feeling anything for that man and then losing him.

  The way my traitorous body had reacted to him had sparked an ember of hope in my chest. I could not allow it to fan into a flame. I had to get away.

  It didn’t occur to me at the time that I’d forgotten about dying. All I could think about was escape. He’d already changed me so much, and I was too blind with panic to see it.

  I sat on the bed praying he’d come with my pill soon. It would be so much easier to get away if I wasn’t in the middle of horrible withdrawals. I didn’t know what I’d do about my addiction once I got away, but that was something to figure out later.

  To keep myself from clawing at my skin, I sat on the bed on my hands. I ached in a bone-deep way that I hadn’t even known was possible.

  My mind jumped around erratically from past to present. I remembered the worst times of my life before I would attempt to refocus and plan an escape. There had to be a way out.

  I grabbed one of the soft pillows off the bed and wrapped my arms around it. Suddenly, I felt like I was thirteen again sitting there praying for a miracle that never came
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  Tamara had auctioned my virginity, and I’d been put in a room to wait for the winner. I’d done the same thing then, too. I’d grabbed one of the plush pillows and wrapped my arms around it.

  The beds we used to entertain customers were much nicer than our own. All of the Omegas slept in one big room in the back of the brothel. Our room had white walls, concrete floors, and cheap iron beds with ancient mattresses.

  Beds for the clients rivaled the ones in five-star resorts. At least, that’s what Tamara told people. I’d never been to a five-star anything. It was nothing but the best for the customers and nothing but the worst for us. But if we weren’t appreciative and didn’t treat the men like kings, we faced beatings.

  The door opened and the man who’d bought me for the night stepped into the room. He was older than I thought. Older than my father but not old enough to be a grandfather. I’d had no idea what to expect. I’d sucked cock for cash before, but I didn’t know much about sex.

  “Hello, little one,” he said sweetly, and for a moment, I hoped that he’d be nice.

  “Hello,” I responded and tried to smile.

  His hand came out in a flash and smacked me across the cheek so hard that I thought my eye would explode. “You call me daddy,” he snarled. “You’re a little too old for me, but I’ll make do since that cunt already has my money.”

  All I could do was look at him in horror, and he hit me again. I started to cry, and that made him smile. He walked closer to the bed, and I could see his erection pressing an outline in his pants.

  “Oh, I like that,” he said. He hit me again and moaned with pleasure. “I like that a lot.”

  He hit me until my head was full of snot and my eyes were almost swollen shut. When the man was bored with beating me, he yanked me off the bed and ripped my pajamas away.