Page 32 of Dead Woman Walking

“For the pain?”

I shake my head. “Not this time.”

“I’ll check my schedule,” he mutters, though we both knew he was a chaotic mess and never had a calendar. He has a secretary who does it, which is good for him.

Evander cooks for us, and then Jax is off after a long passionate kiss. The rest of us watch a movie a bit later, but Kyler snores ten minutes in.

Shaking my head, I glance at Evander. But his eyes are dark and locked onto my bare thighs. His eyes glance at mine before fully looking at me.

He is hungry, and food isn’t going to satisfy.

He jerks his head towards the stairs, and he stands.

Excitement rushes through me as I tiptoe around Kyler and move up the stairs first. I feel Evander’s eyes on me the whole time, making me work hard to keep my composure.

I push into his room, loving the neutral tone lighting change from rooms. His room is clean and very soft. A lot of his furniture is white, filled with books and collector items.

The door closes behind me, and then I hear a softthump. Turning, I see his broad bare chest. He was so enormous that he took up the whole doorway. All my bravado flies out the window.

He steps up to me, and I step backward.

“Are you scared of me, Goddess?” he asks, tilting his head. His thick black hair sways with the movement of his head.

“No, sir. Why would I be scared of you?”

But he steps forward again, and the back of my leg hits the bed. I have nowhere to run. For a moment, I feel like a deer caught in headlights.

“On the bed, Goddess.”

“Yes, sir.” A smirk curls on my lips as I turn and slowly crawl up the bed. He watches, eyes locked on my body.

“You look so fucking gorgeous laying before me,” Evander hisses as I lay on his enormous bed.

Slowly, he kneels on the bed, and I try to push my shirt down a bit to cover some of my thick thighs. A growl escapes him as he grabs my wrist and pulls it away. One of his hands holds my wrists together as his other grabs a handful of my hips. “Stop hiding from me. You’ll never be able to. I dream about your body and your taste.” He kisses my soft inner thigh, and I shudder.

“Evander,” I tremble when his mouth climbs up further and further.

His dark eyes snap to me as his finger snakes between my legs. His fingers brush my soaking folds, wetting them before he slides two fingers in.

My eyes close, back arching a bit.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Artemis. Like a damn goddess statue. I want to paint my cum all over your damn body until I have nothing left to give. You want all of my cum?” He asks breathlessly.

“Please,” I whimper, arching as his fingers curl and touch the top of my wall. “Fuck.”

“Well, you’re not going to get any of my cum,” he says, pulling from my pussy, “until you finally tell yourself you’re beautiful and mean it.”

“Evander!” I hiss, wanting him to continue.

“Shush, darling. Don’t move.”

My eyes move with him as he rounds the bed to the nightstand for something. Then his long hand wraps around my wrist and pulls it to the corner.

“Vander?”

“Huh?” he asks as the first handcuff secures me to the bed.

I blink at him. “What are you doing?”

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