by Erin Trejo
“You like this? Me touchin’ you?” Her eyes are glazed over which means she’s fucked up right now. Good. Most bitches that smoke this shit tell the truth whether they like it or not. “Tell me,” I say softly, flicking my finger over her clit.
“Oh God,” Evie cries out as I smirk. “Yes, I like it.”
“Why? Why do you like me hurtin’ you? I’ve cut you, Evie,” I remind her. She blinks her eyes but never lifts her gaze from mine. We stare into each other’s souls. I can feel her burrowing into my chest and ripping it apart. I don’t know if I like that feeling or not.
“Your physical abuse was nothing compared to his emotional and mental abuse. You have no idea what kind of person he is,” she admits softly. That intrigues me.
“What does he do?” She looks at me, licking those lips once more. I shift on the bed, reaching for the ropes that have held her in place since she’s been here. What the fuck am I doing? Why am I letting her loose? This is a bad idea - I can feel it. Or is that a fucking thrill I feel? Either way, I know I shouldn’t be doing this. Evie rubs her wrists before sliding up the bed. She crosses her legs and sits there watching me a for a long second.
“I don’t have any other family and Cory knew that. He also knew that I always wanted a family. He would…”
“What? He would what?” Anger, pride, worry? What the fuck is that feeling in my chest?
“He would take girls. Younger girls, maybe in their late teens, and he would hurt them in front of me. He said that if I ever had a child that he would do the same thing to it,” she confesses through a hiccup and sob. He’s fucking sick. He’s sick just like all the other traffickers I’ve hunted. Anger boils my blood. Rage simmers in my stomach. My chest rises and falls rapidly as my nostrils flare.
“What the fuck do you mean young girls?” Evie scoots back farther onto the bed at the look in my eyes. I’m ready for blood, but strangely it isn’t hers that I want.
“Young. Maybe eighteen or so,” she whispers before leaning over the edge of the bed and heaving. I know it isn’t from the joint she smoked. No, it’s because of that sick fuck Cory. I stand from the bed and start to pace, dropping the rest of the joint to the floor and stomping it out. How is he involved? He has to be. I can feel it deep within my core.
“I’ll kill him. I’ll fuckin’ gut them all,” I mumble mainly to myself. I’m running my hand through my hair when I feel her arms slowly slip around my waist. I freeze at the contact. What the hell is she doing? Why is she touching me? It’s a foreign feeling, not totally unwelcome, but I can’t do this. I’m not a man who’s made to keep a woman around. I can’t. Not without hurting her. Her lips touch my flesh and fire courses through my veins. I close my eyes and try to tame the beast inside of me. The monster that I am.
“What the fuck are you doin’?” I say huskily even as my hands begin to tremble. Evie doesn’t move. Not even when that tremble moves from my hands to my whole body. No one, no woman has touched me like this. Like I fucking matter? I don’t matter. Not to Evie, not to anyone.
“I want you,” Evie whispers. As my whole body quakes, red slowly bleeds into my vision. I turn around slowly and look down at her. Her eyes meet mine and I’m sucked into the vortex that is Evie. She’s like the brightest light in the darkest night. She’s the calm and I’m the storm. My chest heaves as I take in as much air as I can.
“Get away from me,” I warn her through my gritted teeth.
“No.”
“I’m gonna hurt you, Evie,” I warn her again.
“I don’t care.”
Her hands move over my bare chest scorching me to the bone. It’s like fire burning through my flesh. With each rise of my chest, Evie keeps her hands planted on my skin. She slowly trails her nails over my chest and down my abs. Whatever she’s doing to me, I’ve never felt anything like it before.
“I fuckin’ kill people, Evie. I have a thirst for blood.”
She drops to her knees and grabs the front of my jeans, quickly unbuttoning them before pulling them and my boxers to the ground. In seconds, her lips wrap around my cock. She takes me by surprise and deeper into her throat. I want to reach down and grab her. I want to slice through her throat for throwing me off my game, but in this second, I give in. I fucking give in and let her suck me off. My head is spinning. It’s a fucking mess and it’s all her fault. That thought alone pisses me off. Grabbing the back of her head, I thrust into her mouth. I can hear her gag but I don’t look down to see it. I don’t want to. I know if I do, I’ll come down her in throat in seconds. There’s just something about Evie that does this to me. The harder I fuck her face, the more my cock swells in her mouth. Before I know it, my cum is shooting down the back of her throat. With my other hand, I pinch her nose shut and with my cock in her throat, she can’t breathe. I can feel her panicking and just when I think she may pass out, I release her. Evie drops to the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks as she catches her breathe. I cock my head to the side as I study her.
“Do you know why I kill?” She shakes her head as she wipes her mouth. “I kill because I hate what people are doin’. The way they are. The things that they find interesting.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means the people I kill are all part of bigger circle. There are more out there just fuckin’ like them! They think I don’t know. They think I’m fuckin’ stupid but I know! I know everything because they once stole my best fuckin’ friend!”
Chapter 11
“You’ve had plenty of time. Get your ass back to the clubhouse,” Demon roars into the line. I had to leave Evie alone the other night. I haven’t been back down there since she gave me a blowjob. After that I don’t know how to face her.
“No can do,” I tell him. I hear him groan on the other end and I smile.
“What the fuck is goin’ on, Drake? You’ve been gone for weeks now, brother! You said you needed a small break. This isn’t small goddamn it!”
“I’m handlin’ some shit,” I tell him.
“Who is it?”
“Who is what?”
“Don’t you fuckin’ play games with me, Drake. I know what you do in your free time or have you forgotten who the fuck I am?”
I should have known he would know. I should have seen it coming but I didn’t want to. I didn’t want him to see me the way I truly am. Closing my eyes, I sigh.
“Cory Max’s old lady.”
“For fuck’s sake! You fuckin’ killed his old lady? What the hell are you thinkin’, Drake?”
“I didn’t kill her.”
“What?”
“I said, I didn’t kill her. I don’t know that I want to anymore,” I add. I’m a little shocked with myself at how calm I sound. I should be fucked up about this, but the thought of killing her just isn’t sitting right with me.
“You still have her?” he asks sounding unsure and I chuckle.
“Yeah, I still got her.”
“I’m comin’ over.”
“No the fuck you ain’t.”
“Yeah, I am. I’m not only our prez but your friend, man. Let’s figure this shit out. It ain’t like you to keep a girl around.”
He’s right and I know he is I just don’t want to admit it. I don’t want to think about what that means for me.
“I got it handled, brother.”
“Don’t give a fuck. I’ll be there in ten.”
The line goes dead before I can say anything further. Rising out of the kitchen chair, I head toward the basement steps and head down. When I reach the bottom, I can hear her humming to herself. It sparks my interest in her even more. I walk slowly so she doesn’t hear me coming then I watch her. Sitting on the bed braiding that long hair of hers. She’s still naked since I haven’t allowed her to wear any clothes since she’s been here. The appeal is strong. I clear my throat and when she turns to look at me, my heart beats faster. What the hell is this?
“Hi,” she murmurs softly with a small smile on her face.
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sp; “Hey. Need to talk to you a second,” I tell her knowing damn good and well that Demon will be here soon, and I know he will want to talk to her too. Or at the very least see her. Evie nods her head as I walk over and sit on the edge of the bed next to her.
“What’s wrong?”
“What do you mean?” I snap.
“You just look confused is all. I’m sorry.”
What the hell? Why am I so pissed at her? Because she’s fucking with my head, that’s why!
“Don’t say sorry when you didn’t do shit. Fuck,” I grumble running my hand through my hair. “My prez is on his way over.” Her eyes widen slightly as she scoots away from me like I’d burned her or hit her. My brows furrow as I watch her slink against the headboard. “What the hell is this?” I motion toward the space between us. She shakes her head slowly, her eyes wide.
“I can’t handle it, Drake.”
“What?” What the hell is she talking about?
“I can’t handle it again. I don’t want to be hurt that way.” I have no idea what she’s talking about. When I move and stand she cowers, something in my chest burns. With my hands on my hips, I study her trying to figure it out when it hits me.
“Did he let other men hurt you?” She blinks a few times before the tears start to slide down her cheeks. “You think I’d let them do that?” I ask her.
I know that I wouldn’t let anyone else touch her but does she know that? She climbs off the bed and in seconds has her arms wrapped around my neck. My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. This is new. I don’t know what this kind of reaction means, but as her tears wet my skin, it hits me. I’m not letting her go. Slowly and hesitantly I wrap my arms around her and hold her naked body against mine.
“It hurt, Drake. I’ve never felt that kind of pain before,” she cries harder.
I lift her small frame in my arms and walk out of the basement. I don’t stop until I’m upstairs in my bathroom. I’ve never had a woman in here. I’ve never had a woman in this house outside of the basement and I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it. But somehow it’s okay. Climbing into the bathtub I sit with her still in my arms. Keeping her head tucked against my chest I hold her as she cries.
I don’t know how long we’ve sat in here when I hear Demon stomping through my house. When he steps into the bathroom his face falls. He looks from me to her, his face a mask of stone.
“What the hell is this?” he asks motioning between me and her.
How do I explain it? How do I explain to him that I’m never letting her go? I look down at her sleeping form and I can feel it. She’s mine. Consequences be damned.
“I’m keepin’ her.”
“You’re what?” Evie doesn’t stir in my arms and I’m thankful she cried herself out and doesn’t have to listen to this.
“I’m keepin’ her. She’s mine,” I growl low in my throat.
“You’re losin’ your damn mind.” He might be right. “Cory will find out. Then what?”
“Then I kill him.”
“You were supposed to kill her, Drake!”
“And I changed my mind.”
“Why? What is it about her? Huh? Any other bitch you cut into pieces.”
“With reason.” I remind him harshly.
“With reason? What fuckin’ reason, brother? I’ve never known of a reason,” he snaps back at me.
“That’s because I’ve never told you and it’s not your fuckin’ concern.”
“And her? You took her! What the fuck is the reason behind that?”
I look at my prez, my friend. The man who gave me a place to kill, a home, safety. He couldn’t understand this part of me. He never would be able to. This is something darker than even I can explain.
“I wanted her.” He shakes his head, a scowl on his face.
“This isn’t a game, Drake. This is life. People get killed for this shit, yeah? You can’t just take what you want.” I smirk because I already did.
“Did you know that Cory is a sick fuck?”
“You’re a sick fuck,” he mumbles making me chuckle.
“Yeah, not quite to his level. I don’t expect you to understand this and that’s fine. But I’m not lettin’ her go.”
His eyes move over Evie’s naked form and the monster inside me raises its head. Flames lick at my chest ready to explode into an inferno but I keep it tamed only because it’s Demon.
“This is insane. You think he won’t come after the club?”
“No. Not if I kill the son of a bitch first.”
“Does she even wanna stay, brother?”
Now it’s my turn to smirk. I don’t give a shit if she does or she doesn’t. That means shit to me. Standing easily, I tighten my arms around Evie and climb out of the tub. Carrying her down the hallway, I step into my room and lay her gently on the bed. I pull the blanket over her body before turning and walking back into the hallway, closing the door behind me. Demon stands there with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Say what you wanna say, Demon. Changes nothin’.” There’s a challenge in his eyes, one I’m willing to take. He isn’t going to win this round. I’d be better off dead than letting her go.
“She’s in your bed, Drake. Never seen you like this before. Talk to me,” he urges.
I know he cares about me. He’s always taken care of me, but this, this is different and I have no idea how to handle it. It’s messing with my head and my heart. I can feel that piece of shit thumping in my chest and I don’t know that I can deal with it.
“I don’t fuckin’ know. The need, the urge - it isn’t as bad with her. Sure I fucked her and cut her. I loved watchin’ her blood drip over my skin but it was different. The fuckin’ plan was to kill her and myself, Demon. I was gonna do it. End all of it, but then I looked at her lyin’ there and I couldn’t - I didn’t want to. What the fuck does that mean for me?” I’m just as at odds with this as he is. I don’t think he understands that part. He watches me intently unsure what to say. That makes two of us. He runs his hand through his hair and shakes his head.
“I don’t fuckin’ know what to say here. You’ve never not wanted to kill, Drake. This is different. What makes her different?” I shrug this time because I honestly don’t know. “Fuck, Drake. I want you at the clubhouse on Thursday,” he says pointing in my direction.
I nod my head and watch as he turns to leave. Once I hear the door close, I pull my shirt off and head into the one place that the monster doesn’t find me. It was my safe place as a kid. Climbing back into the tub, I lay my head back and close my eyes. It doesn’t take long before I feel her body pressing against mine and I tense.
“What are you doin’?”
“I need to feel you close.”
Chapter 12
“Why the bathtub?” she asks as her lips skim across my throat. I should stop her. I shouldn’t let her do this, but what’s the fucking point? I’ve already lost myself to her.
“It’s the only place I’m not evil.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’d never come in the bathroom. He stayed away from there. I don’t know why. I never fuckin’ asked, but every time my dad would hurt my mom, I hid there. Until I didn’t.” She pulls her head back and looks into my eyes as I reach up and brush her hair behind her ear.
“What happened when you didn’t?”
I reach for the razor blade on the edge of the tub and bring it in front of her, twirling the glistening blade between my fingers. Evie watches me but doesn’t say anything.
“I saw him. I watched what he transformed into. That ugly monster that crept out of him. I watched what he did to her, the way he cut her. I watched her bleed out. There were times I was glad that it wasn’t me.” I was so fucked by what happened to Tara that I couldn’t fight what he brought out in me, nor did I want to.
“There’s no shame in that,” she whispers reaching for the blade.
I’m hesitant to let her touch it. I’ve never let anyone touch
this blade. It’s mine. The first slice of my skin was with this blade. Many memories are attached to it, but when her warm fingers wrap around mine I reluctantly let go. Evie flips it in her hand before bringing the tip of it to her chest. I simply watch her; I’m completely mesmerized by the way she moves, the way she’s acting. She presses the tip into her flesh and a tiny droplet of blood rushes the surface.
“What are you doin’?” I ask her huskily as my cock hardens beneath her. Her eyes find mine and a slow smile crosses her face.
“Do you know how to defeat the monster?”
What the hell is she trying to prove? I shift a little not knowing where this is going until she begins to drag the blade over her skin. I suck in a breath.
“Stop,” I tell her softly, so softly that I almost don’t hear myself. She shakes her head slowly and keeps dragging when I reach up, grabbing her wrist to halt her. Our eyes connect, heat sizzles between us. The air thickens and my chest heaves.
“You have to chase the monster. Chase the high, Drake,” she whispers before leaning in and pulling my head to her throat. With the blade tucked between us, I run my tongue along the cut, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I hear her gasp when I seal my lips around the cut and begin to suck hard, like a goddamn vampire until I feel the blade prick my chest. Pulling away quickly, I look down between us. Her eyes follow before they widen.
“I didn’t mean to cut you,” she says hurriedly.
I can’t stop staring at it. The spot of blood that now trickles down my skin. It’s strange, almost erotic to see it. Reaching up, I slip my fingers through it, smearing it over my chest. My heart beats like a drum as energy pumps through my veins.
“Do it.”
“What?”
“Do it, Evie. Cut me,” I tell her feeling like I might pass out. My heart slams into my ribs. Maybe she’s right. Maybe I need to bring the monster into the light. “Cut me,” I roar this time. She raises the blade with her shaking hand, bringing it against my chest. Her eyes meet mine and I nod my head urging her to go on. And she does. And fuck does it feel good coming from her hand. I close my eyes, tipping my head back as my cock begins to pulse.