Chapter 49
I spit into my hand, stroking down my cock for only a moment before I jerked up her hips. With one hand, I held the top of her body down, with the other I spread her ass, looking at what I knew was going to be mine. Fuck, it was beautiful. So much so that I ground my teeth imagining the way it would feel. Two of my fingers pushed into her entrance, slamming in hard. Her cries were like the sweetest melody. It drifted around me, exhilarating me while I rubbed the wetness over her back entrance. Back and forth I went, pussy, ass, pussy ass. My thrusts became fierce as I plunged them into her pussy hard and deep. When I moved her juices back to her ass, again, I buried my fingers in as far as they could do. Watching her stretch. I feel the unbearable tightness squeeze against me. Everleigh’s body locked up and she gasped so deep, she choked as she fought for breath.
“No! No!”
I didn’t coat my fingers in saliva this time. Impatience and sick pleasure had me spitting directly on her back entrance while I rubbed it into her. When I added more to my cock, she twisted and almost broke free from under my hand. I didn’t wait. In one swift motion, I slammed into her ass with everything I had. The pitch that filled the interior was like nothing I’d ever heard before—half agony, half plea for help. It said everything she couldn’t, and it made my sadist soar.
My arms wrapped around her chest in a bear hug, keeping her captive as I forcefully pushed into her even more. The strain around my thickness had me grounding my teeth through the pleasure and pain. I saw everything, and yet nothing. What I was doing was like a dream. One I could have had over and over and never got enough.
I withdrew, slamming and burying myself into her just as violently. Everleigh gagged, still trying to scream, but I didn’t care. I loved our moment, more than anything in the world.
“How’s this for a rapist? For a husband? Oh, Everleigh, how I adore you. Cry for me a little louder, baby. Don’t get quiet. Don’t stop fighting.”
I thrust at a steady pace, not going deep, but more teasingly to me. I didn’t ever want it to end, but the pleasure of my cruelty was too much. It didn’t take long to use her. Cum shot from my cock and for seconds I still couldn’t break away. To savor the moment was easy. The sobs were temporarily gone. She was barely even moving. The blood that met me as I looked down to fasten my pants had me smiling in my moment.
“You have one minute to get up to the seat or I have Eli do this to you again when we get to the penthouse.”
The smell of vomit had me rolling down the window. I’d only just realized she’d gotten sick.
“Now! One minute.”
Everleigh pushed the top half of her body up, only for her shaky arms to give out. Her eyes appeared dilated as she clawed at the floor toward the seat. And her teeth, they were chattering. I stared, fascinated, as her legs barely moved at first. They trailed behind, gaining strength as the seconds passed. Nails tore at the leather and her ankles turned out as she slithered up beside me. Small sounds kept coming, but she didn’t say a word as she sat angled on her side. Tears weren’t even streaming anymore.
It made me frown as I continued to stare at her.
“It didn’t have to be like this. Hate me all you want, you’re the one responsible for everything that happens to you.” Nothing.
I reached up, pushing against the tear in my suit jacket. Blood was soaked around it and I cursed as the scene replayed. There was no way I was going to be able to hide what happened. And I didn’t have to look behind me to know I was being followed by more than one car. The guards would want to escort us into the room. They’d want to do a sweep of the place before I even entered. I shouldn’t have cared what they thought, but the cautious attorney and new master in me did. Some of the guards had a soft spot for Everleigh. I didn’t understand it, but I didn’t have to. It was a fact I’d be stupid to ignore. Until I made my mark—set in stone my leadership—I couldn’t afford to lose any of them that might have been loyal to Bram.
“Let me fix your dress.”
I reached forward, pausing as she flinched at my approach. I continued, moving slowly to ease her dress down. When she cried out at me trying to lift her, I jerked her into my lap. Fuck it. I’d carry her inside. Except, my leg was already becoming saturated with d. I could see the wetness glistening against the black leather seat.
“Look what you’ve done. Could this have not waited until we got home? What was so important with staying at that fucking grave?”
I brushed back her hair, internally getting even more pissed at how pale she was. I grabbed my phone, hitting Eli’s number. He answered almost immediately.
“You’re in the car with Lyle, correct?”
“Yes.”
There was a pause in his answer.
“Everleigh’s not well. I need you to have them pass us up and get to the penthouse as fast as they can. I want it swept before I arrive. Make something up. Say, I told you the alarm went off or something. I don’t give a shit. Get in and out as fast as possible.”
The line disconnected without so much as a word. One SUV passed, and then two more. I took a deep breath, pulling Everleigh more into my chest. I hated how the need to apologize was there. With it, came the need to hurt her more. A few more hours … then I wouldn’t have to worry about anything. I’d be home free.