Chapter Twenty-Seven: Days Gone By

Helaine

“Just wanted to know if you were planning on coming by for Thanksgiving. I love you.”

Sucking in a hissing breath, I whipped my phone across Evan’s apartment, where its fall was luckily broken by his plush red couch before clattering to the floor. Evan looked at me like I’d lost my mind, but I was beyond caring.

If the fact that I was the anti-christ wasn’t enough to scare him off, I highly doubted that pacing around his apartment like a caged tiger was going to be the final straw.

“How fucking dare he,” I snarled through gritted teeth. “What right does he have to sound so god damned normal after everything that’s happened?”

Evan only watched me, having the curtesy to give me my space when I needed it. If he tried to hold me right now, I’d probably combust. I couldn’t stay still, not when I had this much furious energy burning through my veins like acid. “I take it he doesn’t call often.”

“He calls on the same day every year.” I grimaced, looking at the phone in his grasp as though he’d just picked up a piece of dog shit with his bare hand. “I . . . guess I forgot what day it is.”

“Do you usually answer?” He raised a brow, setting the phone down on the coffee table. “I got the feeling you weren’t on good terms.”

“We’re not, but . . . ” I sighed, running both hands through my hair as I shut my eyes tight. “But he’s my dad. It’s complicated.”

“How complicated?” He approached me now, taking my hands gently in his. I could’ve pulled away if I wanted to, but instead I leaned into his touch. “I don’t care if it’s a long story. I’ve got all the time in the world, especially for you.”

My bottom lip quivered, and I slid it between my teeth to keep from crying. I wasn’t used to having someone care about me like this—I wasn’t used to giving people the chance.

In the short time since I let Evan into my life, so much had changed. It felt like I’d been shattered, but the pieces of me were all still there whether I liked it or not.

Evan looked at me like he wanted to pick up those pieces, even if I was content to leave them on the floor where they’d keep on cutting my feet every time I stepped on them.

Maybe I should let him.

“I was only a baby when my mom abandoned us.” My voice was whisper quiet, and I winced when I was reminded that I didn’t even know if that was actually true. “Dad didn’t seem to have any extended family, so it was just him and I.”

There was something fiery in Evan’s eyes, something barely restrained as he squeezed my hands a little tighter. “And he made your childhood a living hell.”

“But he was there, at least,” I reminded him, not quite meeting his eyes. “I didn’t have anyone else, and I . . . I always felt like I owed him for sticking around.”

Saying it out loud made me feel stupid. Of course I didn’t have anyone else—he made damn sure that I didn’t. How was I supposed to form meaningful relationships when I couldn’t go out and meet people? When he made me that weird girl no one wanted to get close to?

Even when I got out, he had ruined my ability to relate to the people around me. Until Evan, anyway . . . but Evan was a different type of person entirely.

“It sounds to me like he gave you just enough ‘love’ to keep you second guessing yourself.” His lips curved downward into a grimace. “I’ve seen that shit before. Abuse is still abuse even if your abuser smiles at you from time to time.”

It cut me deeper than I wanted it to, and when I didn’t respond, Evan cupped my face in his hands. He was pissed off on my behalf, and that rage in his eyes mirrored the way I felt deep in my gut.

“Evan—”

He kissed me, roughly, his fingers carding through my hair to hold me close. I was dazed when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against mine. “I won’t let anyone make you feel that way again, do you understand me?”

“I do.” It was completely honest.

There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that Evan meant what he said. Which is why I couldn’t help but throw my arms around his shoulders, shoving my lips against his with the same urgency he’d kissed me with just seconds ago.

I wanted him, no—needed him to remind me who I was, and remind me that I could feel good.

And I wanted him to feel good too.

One of my hands slipped down the muscular plains of his still-naked body, and I wrapped my hand around his cock, earning a low growl against my lips.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Angel.”

“I want to.” I ran the pad of my thumb over the head of his cock, making his eyes flutter shut with a soft sigh of approval. “May I?”

My gaze was half lidded as my eyes flicked down to his cock and back to him. He took in a sharp inhale, eyeing me a moment before giving me a subtle nod, the corner of his lip tugging into a smirk. “May I, what?”

I batted my lashes at him, running the tip of my tongue along my top lip. “May I suck your cock, Sir?”

He hummed, grabbing me by the jaw and pressing a forceful kiss to my lips, catching my bottom lip between his teeth and biting down just enough to tease himself with a taste of my blood. I whimpered against his lips.

“I’ll allow it.” He kissed me more gently this time, slowly, running his tongue along my lip to heal the wound. “Since you’re such a good girl.”

I am.

He slowly released his grip on my jaw as I sank down to my knees, resting my hands against his thighs for support as I positioned myself.

Locking eyes with him, I lolled out my tongue, dragging it against the head of his cock teasingly before I took him into the warm wetness of my mouth, earning a delicious groan from him that went straight to my core.

His fingers wove into my hair when I took him in deeper, caressing the shaft with my tongue as I hollowed my cheeks.

“Fuck,” he hissed, slowly rocking his hips, pushing into the back of my throat. “You’re so fucking good. Such a pretty thing with my cock in your mouth.”

I whimpered around him, adjusting slightly so I had a better angle to take him deeper, feeling him stretch my throat. My name fell from his lips when I cupped his balls, caressing them while he fucked my face at a steady rhythm.

“Touch yourself for me, Angel,” he ordered, petting my hair so adoringly with his cock so deep that I thought I was going to choke. “Play with that pretty pussy for me.”

I could have cried, I was so turned on. My hand trembled as I slid it down his thigh before moving between my legs. My fingers circled around my clit as he kept fucking my face, and all I could think about was having him inside of me.

Just as I felt him tense, he pulled me off of him with an obscene “pop”sound when he broke the suction, and he looked down at my drool-messed face with a hunger that went strait to my core.

“On your stomach, now.” The authority in his voice sent chills down my spine, and I hurried to obey, laying down on the soft vermillion throw rug.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he growled, pushing my legs together and roughly lifting my hips before pushing his cock into my dripping cunt.

My body was putty in his hands, and the angle he fucked me at made his cock rub that sweet spot inside of me with each thrust. 

He wove his fingers into my hair before using it to yank me backward, placing a kiss to my neck. “Do you like it when I fuck you like this?”

“Yes, Sir,” I cried, digging my nails into the carpet, my vision blurring as ecstasy came crashing over me, and his name followed like a strangled moan.

He pushed my face down against the carpet as he fucked me harder, chasing his own release with my cunt spasming around him. He came deep inside of me, growling against my neck as he held me close in a vice-like grip.

“We need to get you a good breakfast, so I can have more than just a taste.” He pressed his lips to my neck as his hold on me relaxed and his cock slid out of me. “We’ll stop at The Night Shift before we head out.”

“Head out?” I propped myself up on my elbow and craned my neck to look at him. “Where are we going?”

“I think we ought to pay your dad a visit.” His lip curled into a sneer of distaste as he sat up, resting his hand possessively on my knee. “He owes you some answers.”

“But . . . ” As much as I didn’t want to, I knew he was right. My dad was the only one I knew who might’ve been able to give me any answers about all this. “He lives almost three hours away, and we don’t even have a car.”

His lips pulled into a smirk as he stood, his eyes never leaving me. “Oh, I have a car.”