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CHAPTER39
Owen
I shouldn’t be here, but I can’t fight the dark compulsion that forces me back to the Walsh House. I have no reason to suspect Evie would be here—Kat said she didn’t say where she was going—but something inside meknowsI’ll find her there.
And when I do, I immediately regret it.
She’s in the laundry room, angrily shoving her uniform into the machine. I stand in the doorway of the small room, picking out her scent from the soap and dryer sheets hanging thick in the air. She slams the door and turns the knob, stepping back and watching as the machine begins a wash cycle. She’s in sweats, her hair pulled up into a messy bun, and it pisses me off that she looks just as beautiful now as she did at the ball in her resplendent dress and gorgeous collar.
Evie turns to leave, gasping when she sees me filling the doorway. “You… you scared me.”
“Is that why you keep running?” I ask, sliding my hands up the inside of the door, well and truly blocking her. “Because Iscareyou?”
Her lips twist. “God, you’re so full of shit.” She comes closer, but hesitates when she realizes she’ll have to come into contact with me to get out. She falls back, her face setting like stone. “Move.”
“I’m not done with you yet.”
She laughs softly. “See, that’s what I don’t understand. You’re not an idiot, so that must mean you’re either incredibly stubborn or just plain delusional.” She tilts her head to the side. “So, which one is it?”
I hate to admit it, but she’s right. I’ve never had to fight so hard for a fuck in my life. Is she really worth it?
Yes.
I shake my head, banishing the thought. “I get it,” I say quietly, taking my hands away from the door. “You’re not scared. You’re ashamed.”
Her eyes flinch, but she smooths that pain away so quickly, I could have imagined it. “Move… or I’ll scream.”
“We’re alone, Evie.”
She bites her lower lip. “Then get it over with.”
I frown, and she rolls her eyes at me, looking away as she lets out another bitter laugh. “You came here to do something, Owen. Something tome.What will it be this time? Your belt? Your hand?” She drops her eyes to my crotch. “Your cock? Whatever it is, just get it over with.”
Anger I can handle, but this? Her sullen resignation cuts me deeply… and it makes no fucking sense.
Why I give in and do exactly what she expects of me, fuck knows. But there’s no surprise in her eyes when I charge her, grab her around the waist, and slam her down on top of the churning washing machine.
She leans back and opens her legs like the submissive plaything I forced her to become. But despite how hard I get when she grabs my cock and gives it a squeeze, I feel nothing.
My darkness doesn’t care. It smells blood in the water, and nothing will stop it taking what it wants.
I drag her sweats down her legs, letting them dangle from one of her feet as I grab her hips and drag her closer to the edge of the washing machine. I yank my dick out, giving it a single hard pump before lining it up with her entrance.
“That’s it,” she says in a flat voice. “You let it all out for me.”
I slam into her to the hilt, forcing a gasp of pain from her. “Careful, Evie,” I growl in her ear. “Just because you’re my favorite toy, doesn’t mean I won’t break you.”
When I grab her messy bun and wrench her head back, there are tears glittering on her lashes. But she grits her teeth and blinks rapidly, refusing to let them fall. “It’s cute that you think there’s anything left to break.”
She wraps her legs around my waist, sending another rush of rage through me. I pull on her hair, forcing her to arch her neck, and graze on her skin as I start fucking her in earnest. She begins to pant, hints of pain in each sharp exhale.
“That’s. It,” she whispers, the words jolted out of her with each violent thrust. “Break. Me.”
I’m so fucking close, I can barely hold back. But every time she calls me out, it holds my orgasm at bay. So I turn, glare at her, and trap her mouth with mine.
She kisses me back twice as hard, her tongue pushing between my teeth. Hands that had been pushing against my pecs instead latch onto my shoulders.
My hips move faster, my cock filling every inch of her tight pussy. Our bodies smack wetly against each other, slicked with her arousal, scorched by the heat of friction.
