Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
I know that she’s connected to Bill. Do I believe they’re blood related? No. But there is definitely something there that needs to be answered. Adam only knew enough to make me have more questions. And at this point, I don’t even trust what he told me.
I give Sin a week before he comes to me demanding answers, wanting to know what I’ve found out from her.
A bleached blonde gets my attention, walking through the crowd, headed toward the bar. You can’t miss her under the flashing lights. It’s my lucky night. “One sec,” I tell the guys, getting up and making my way across the dance floor to the main bar while “Birthday Cake” by Rihanna blasts through the club.
Coming up behind her, my eyes drop to her red heels and slowly run up her black leggings. They look to be leather and reveal every curve of her lean legs up and over her round ass. Fuck, I want my cock inside it. They sit high on her thin waist, and she wears a white crop top that shows a sliver of her back. Her hair is up in a high ponytail, showing off her delicate neck. I step up to the bar beside her and remove my wallet from my back pocket.
“Her tab is on me tonight,” I inform the bartender, sliding my card to him.
She glances at me and rolls her pretty eyes. They light up under the neon lights. “I don’t need your money, Kash.” She reaches out and shoves my card across the bar, and it falls off the edge at my feet.
Bending down to pick it up, I chuckle. “Eve—”
She huffs, turning to face me, placing her hand on her hip. “Starting to think you’re obsessed with me.”
I smirk. “Oh, I am.” There is no denying her.
Stepping into me, her hand touches my chest as she tilts her head to the side. “Want to throw me onto the bar and fuck me right here?”
Her words catch me off guard. She was sick to her stomach after I fucked her at the run-down motel. I didn’t stick around the other night in her basement to see how she reacted once she came down, but if I had to guess, I’d say it was no different.
Now she’s willing to let me fuck her in front of an audience? She’s either trying to throw me off or she’s starting to come around to being my whore. I place my hand on her lower back, pulling her into me.
That grants me a tight smile. “Honestly,” I begin, and her smile falters, like she’s wondering what I’m about to say. “I’d never fuck you in front of others.” Her eyes search mine, but she’ll find no lie. “I won’t be sharing what’s mine.”
“Yours?” Her brows rise and she gives a rough laugh. “I don’t belong to you, Kashton.” She pushes me away and I allow it.
“It was my cum that leaked from your cunt, angel,” I remind her. “You don’t get any more mine than that.”
She looks away from me, swallowing. I’m going to push her past her limits. She’s going to learn there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Even if I have to make her uncomfortable.
Turning, she goes to walk away, but I grab her hand, yanking her back to me. Her green eyes glance up at me. “I need a second,” she says, licking her lips.
The tenderness in her words makes me pause. I can only imagine what she’s been through. I know what Saint and Haidyn and I went through when Isabella trained us. The thought of what Eve must have endured at Dollhouse makes my chest tighten.
I reach up and cup her cheek, but she pulls away. This time I don’t stop her when she walks toward the hallway that leads to the restrooms.
I return to my seat. The moment I sit down, the guys start laughing. “What’s so funny?” I ask, wondering what I missed. Picking up my beer, I go to take a sip when Grant answers.
“Dude, please tell me you’re not chasing that.”
I pause, the drink against my lips. “What?” I ask, giving him a chance to rephrase what he just said before he pisses me off.
“Everett,” he announces, and the sound of her name on his lips makes my hand tighten on the cold bottle. “She’s a fucking whore.”
The friend sitting next to him, Porter, slaps his shoulder. “Whores get paid, man. She’s free.”
“Who cares who she’s slept with?” Spencer says. “She’s useless.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” I slam the bottle down onto the table so hard that the beer foams over the top and onto my hand.
“He’s joking.” Porter laughs it off. “If you’ve got a wife, she’s the perfect kind of fuck on the side.”
I swing the beer bottle, meaning to hit him in the side of the head, but it’s slick from the alcohol, so I end up hitting the side of his face instead, knocking him back.