Page 90 of Destroying Everleigh

My breath caught in my throat, and I hurriedly glanced away so he couldn’t see the tears forming in my eyes. If none of this ever happened, and he had proposed, I would have said yes. With no hesitation. I loved him so deeply, more than I’d ever cared about another human being.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled.

I wish I knew what happened. I wish I could come clean with all of it, even if it didn’t change anything. Not knowing was killing me. For a while, I thought I’d drank too much. But he was right. There wasn’t enough time to get that drunk before he came home. Was something wrong with me? Did Dakota do something to me? He’d always been on the creepier side, but I didn’t want to wrongfully accuse him of anything.

My thoughts came to an abrupt halt when we pulled up to the mansion. His dad had always been stupidly rich, but now that he was a billionaire, that money had multiplied. On the outside, the house looked the same as I remembered. The grass was freshlymowed, there were a few plants surrounding the front of the massive building, and all the cars were in the garage except for one I didn’t recognize. A red Nissan was parked up front and looked relatively new.

We parked behind the vehicle and Ash turned off the car, shoving the key in his pocket.

My heart started thudding rapidly in my chest, a mixture of fear and nerves zipping through me. “Your mom isn’t going to want me here,” I pointed out.

“She’ll get over it.”

That wasn’t very reassuring, but I knew there was no getting out of this. He opened his car door and stepped out onto the pavement. With a lot of reluctance, I followed, wrapping my arms around my body. My gaze roamed around the yard, taking in the trees on either side.

I could run…

But where would I go? Plus, Ash was much faster than me. He’d catch me before I reached the tree line, and then I’d look like a wreck by the time he dragged me inside. I did have the element of surprise, though. He wouldn’t expect me to take off like that, especially when he was my only ride. Briley probably wouldn’t come and get me if I asked. Not with her being so pissed off right now.

Ashton had turned his back to me, expecting me to follow like an obedient little bitch. It was almost too good to pass up, and I only had a limited amount of time to weigh my options.

I cast one last look at the back of Ashton’s retreating form.

Fuck it.

I broke off in a sprint, the wind whipping through my hair as my feet pushed me toward the woods. My heart was hammering against my chest cavity with reckless abandon. I was good at climbing. I could climb a tree and hide until he got tired of searching for me.

“Goddamnit, Everleigh,” he cursed.

I didn’t dare look back. I just knew that I couldn’t face all those people—to see their judgment. Adrenaline was pulsing through me, driving me forward at an even faster pace. I couldn’t be in that house. Not after everything that had happened.

The trees grew nearer, but I wasn’t naïve enough to get too hopeful about it. Not when his footfalls were thudding against the ground behind me. I willed my legs to move even faster, running on my toes instead of my feet because it gave me more momentum.

I slipped through the trees before taking off toward one that seemed easy enough to climb. But as soon as I started in the direction of it, something grabbed at the back of my shirt, jerking me backwards.

A surprised yelp fell from my lips as I was forced into a hard chest. I could feel his heart pounding, his hands moving to wrap around me before he turned me and backed me into a tree. The air left my body from the force, and I was gasping for breath.

Ashton was seething, his black bangs sweeping across his forehead. He wrapped a hand around my throat and applied a little bit of pressure, not enough to cut off my airway, but enough to warn me not to move.

“You never know when to fucking stop, do you?” he growled. He moved his free hand to the front of my jeans and started fumbling with the button, sending my body on high alert.

“Ashton,” I whimpered, trying to wriggle away from him. Confusion was tearing through me, my body still high off the rush of adrenaline I’d felt moments before.

He managed to get my button undone and then moved onto the zipper. “This is what you want, right?” he mocked, sliding his hand beneath the waistband of my panties. His fingers brushed over my vulva, sending sparks of electricity careening through me. I shook my head, but he just laughed, brushing his fingersagainst my slit. “Of course it is. Fucking slut. You’re already wet for me.”

My head spun with even more confusion. How could I possibly be wet right now? He pushed two fingers inside, making my back arch. A gasp fluttered past my lips as he pumped them in and out of me a few times.

“Stop,” I pleaded. “Your parents.”

“Good thing I picked you up early then, huh?” He smirked, hooking his fingers inside me. A moan tumbled out before I could stop it, shame washing over me immediately.

I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes. I bucked against him, unintentionally making his fingers slide in even deeper. My hands moved to his chest, and I attempted to push him away, but he was completely solid. I couldn’t understand why he was doing this. Couldn’t understand what was happening. My head swam with confusion, but my body was reacting to his touch. I could feel heat blossoming in my core, twisting until it turned into fluid that was coating the area his fingers were now occupying.

“Please,” I whimpered.

Having him touch me like this was too much. It was clear that there were still so many unresolved feelings and problems that we’d most likely never be able to work through. Despite the humid weather, a cold chill crawled down my spine, causing me to shiver as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of me. My walls clamped around him as he forced his way through the small passage.

He grunted, his arms flexing with every movement of his hand. “You’re still so tight. Figured your pussy would be worn out and sloppy by now from how many cocks have been in it.”

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