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Eaton lifts his head from between my thighs. I don’t want to look at him, but my post orgasmic body betrays me, and I find myself staring anyway.
Pure menace glitters in his eyes as he runs his fingers over his lips and then licks them clean with the tongue that has just been inside me.
“Good to see you aren’t as dried up as your mother probably is. You damn near drowned me.”
He reaches out and touches my pussy again. I shudder at how sensitive it feels.
“Revenge was never about killing me, was it?” I question.
He shakes his head. “Finally, you’re getting it.”
Without another word or look back at me, Eaton stands up and leaves the room, turning the light off before closing the door behind him. I’m left in the dark, still chained to the bed with my pussy soaking wet from my own pleasure.
16
EATON
“How is Lena?” I ask Max as I walk into the kitchen and over to the coffee maker to make a large Americano.
I’m going to need caffeine to get through the rest of the day now I have Shelby’s taste on my lips.
“The doctor is with her. She needs a couple of stitches.” I wince at how badly Shelby has hurt Lena. “I don’t know what you said to Shelby, Eaton, but she really wanted to escape.” Max raises an eyebrow at me.
Taking a seat at the white marble topped table, I cross my left leg over my right and place the mug of coffee down on a black slate table mat.
“I told her the truth about her father, nothing more. She’s the one who’s overreacting.”
“Were you all gruff and threatening revenge when you told her?”
“Maybe.” I blow on the top of my coffee and take a sip, allowing the caffeine to relax me. “I’ve been nothing but kind to her. I didn’t ask for this to happen. I could quite happily take what’s mine, with minimal fuss, and send her back to Pharr.”
“If that’s the case, why don’t you just do what’s needed to get the money. I’m guessing, she’s cuffed to the bed in the cellar room. Did you fuck her?”
I shake my head and bring my fingers to my lips, “No, not fuck with my cock.”
“You’re going soft!” Max rolls his eyes.
“Don’t say that again, or I’ll be forced to show you I’m never soft with anyone, including my best friend,” I warn.
Max bows his head in acknowledgement of my warning. I motion for him to grab a coffee and take a seat at the table with me. He makes an espresso and joins me.
I look down into my coffee and then back up at him.
“Have I told you the age difference between my parents?”
He shakes his head.
“When they first married, they told everyone that my mother was twenty-one. It made it easier for her to be around the casino and the fact my father was thirty-three. There was still an age difference but not as bad as the reality. My mother was only seventeen. That’s a sixteen-year age gap. I think you know the rules as well as I do. They only could marry with their parents’ consent, proof of living in Nevada, and a court order. I guess my father paid someone to overlook the age gap. She was far too young. Her body wasn’t fully matured, I think my mother must have fallen pregnant pretty much on her wedding night because I was born nine months later. My mother suffered a hemorrhage as she gave birth to me. I was a big baby. Nine and half pounds. They had no choice but to remove her womb, and so I was my parents first and last child.”
“Shit, I didn’t know.” Max looks at me astonished.
“It’s not something my father and I really talk about. But it’s the reason I won’t push Shelby into anything without her consent. Even though she’s a couple of years older than my mother was when she married, Shelby’s body is malnourished and not fully matured. I’m not a complete monster. I saw the pain in my mother’s eyes because she couldn’t have any more children. She was sad I didn’t have any siblings to support me with whatever my father put me through, not that I would have let that happen. I would have protected them from him. I guess she felt it might have kept me a bit more human. She didn’t realize she was the only one capable of doing that.”
My coffee has cooled down now, and I bring the mug back up to my mouth and drink the remainder in one go. The caffeine helps tamper down the anger I’m feeling again at the loss of my mother—the only person who could have stopped me turning into my father.
“Now I understand why you’re fighting your father on his insistence of a speedy marriage.”
I snort a laugh. “Yeah, my mother put a tiny bit of compassion in me.”
