Page 36 of Unorthodox
Something akin to revulsion.
“What?” I snap, instinctively gripping the playing card in my pocket, one hand still on the door to the room I chained Addison to the wall in.
Dante swallows, looks down at the floor. “Should I let her out at any point, sir?”
I consider his question for a moment, flexing the king of hearts in my hand. “Yes,” I tell him, and he snaps his head up, surprise in his gaze. “If,at any point,”I say, repeating his words back to him, “you’d like her to die, then by all means, Dante.Let her out.”Without another word, I leave him, my steps silent on the polished floors of the second floor, opposite the hall my bedroom is on.
I head toward it, eager to get my hands around Evora’s pretty little throat.
I would have gladly placed them on Addison’s. I would have shoved my cock so far down her mouth she couldn’t fucking breathe. I would have used that knife to spill a line of blood down her chest, over the scars on her tits. I would have fucked her with the gun on my hip, would have used her until she wasbeggingme to stop. Promising me she would be good. That she would never throw my furniture around the room again. Swearing she would never be ungrateful for another meal I served her, and that she would never,everpoint my own knife at me like she did tonight.
But I can’t do that.
She isn’t worth the payment it would cost me to fuck her up, and I have no use for a stupidly brave girl. Brave girls get killed in my world.
My mother was a shining example of that.
I force myself not to think of her.
Of Ollie.
Instead, I clench my fingers around the playing card so hard, it folds in half in my grip.
When I reach my closed bedroom door, I take a steadying breath, letting my eyes flutter closed. I don’t believe in fairness, and I don’t believe in mercy. I know that Evora will take whatever I want to give her when I enter this room, but I also know that if I scare her too much, she’ll turn shy. And I cannot deal with a shy girl. Not right now.
No. I need Evora to be willing to please me. Bleed for me. Beg for me.
I need her to open herself up to me, so I can bury my dick so far inside of her that she takes all of this rage too.
I need Evora as much as she needs me, and I need someone to take my mind off of Addison’s stupid display of bravado, and how all I really wanted to do was fuck her against my dining room table.
I relax my grip on the playing card, open my eyes, and open the door.
My eyes are heavy.My neck is stiff, my shoulders are throbbing and my back…my back hurts most of all.
There’s a raw, rough pain around my wrists where the chains are shackled, but it’s drowned out by the heavy feel of the rest of my body.
I blink, trying to pry my eyes open, but it takes effort.
My tongue is dry in my mouth, my throat sore from screaming.
And when the door opens and someone steps inside, I don’t really care who it is. If Ben had come back from the fucking dead, I’d let him take me out of here. I just want to get away from this wall jammed against my already-sore spine.
I just want water.
I just want my bed.
“Did you learn your lesson?” Max asks me softly from the door.
I turn my gaze without moving my neck. I don’t know how long I’ve been in here, but the pressure against my bladder along with everything else tells me it was more than overnight.
I don’t answer him, because even though I open my mouth, I can’t speak. The words are there, on the tip of my tongue, because I don’t want him to leave me in here anymore. I want to answer him, I want toobey, but I can’t even swallow.
Max sighs, and my heart slams in my chest as I think he might leave me again.
I try once more to speak, but then I hear his footsteps grow closer, instead of further away.
He’s standing over me, wearing all black, his steel-grey eyes gleaming in the light from the hall.
