Page 33 of Engaging Evelyn (Blissful Bets)

Her moan was carried away by the wind still whipping around them. Gripping onto the outside of the door and the roof, Evelyn began to use it for leverage to move her up and down his thickness.

The car came to an abrupt stop on the shoulder of the road and Paul turned on the hazard lights and reclined his seat, all at the same time.

“God, you’re so fucking tight. Fuck me, Evelyn,” Paul said, easing down the straps of the dress.

Still using her handholds on the car for leverage, Evelyn rode his cock hard and fast, just the way she wanted it. His hands gripped her hips while he thrust into her, inhumanly fast. Evelyn screamed as her orgasm made her tighten around him. She fell forward against his chest as he continued to thrust.

“Evelyn, let me unlock your memories. Let me taste you,” Paul whispered against her neck.

“What,” Evelyn said, dazed from her orgasm.

“Brandon made you forget. Let me help you remember. I want to see what he’s hiding. I promise I’ll tell you everything. Let me unlock what he did. Say yes.”

At the thought that Brandon had done something, she wanted to say no. But what was Paul talking about? Well, there was only one way to find out.

“Yes,” she replied.

A sharp pain in her neck turned to ecstasy at once. They both moaned at the same time.

Paul’s cock thickened, and she felt his orgasm explode inside the condom.

Memories came back faster than she could see them project across her vision. Glimpses of Stephen and Brandon, a bond, mark, and knowledge poured into her in a tidal wave. It felt as if someone had smashed a sledgehammer into her chest.

Evelyn couldn’t stop the screams that tore from her throat. Paul jerked back, staring at her wide-eyed.

“Oh shit. Evelyn, what did I do? I don’t even know. Fuck! He had a lock on something.” Paul breathed heavily.

Evelyn’s dress was pulled down, and she was suddenly sitting in the passenger seat, but she couldn’t quit screaming from the agonizing pain.

Death at that moment would have felt better than what she was feeling. The car was going so fast that everything felt like a blur. Evelyn hugged her knees to her chest and breathed the screams in and out with deep breaths. She remembered everything.

Stephen, he had done this to her. She had agreed for him to remove the bond, but this she couldn’t do. The bond hadn’t been removed, just covered and locked away.

The car came to a screeching halt in the resort parking lot. Brandon and Stephen were already running toward them.

Paul jumped out of the car. “I didn’t know what I was unlocking. Make her stop screaming,” he yelled toward them.

Stephen scooped Evelyn out of the car, and not even hesitating, he ripped the strap of the dress completely off and sank his teeth into her. Like water to a flame, the pain disappeared with a burst of pleasure. Evelyn stood, clutching his hard frame and sobbing uncontrollably as dizziness took over. The world was shifting, and she couldn’t do anything about it.

“I’m so sorry, Evey. I never meant to hurt you. God, what have I done? Please, forgive me. I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

Black dots danced around Evelyn’s eyes, and Stephen’s words were the last thing she heard before unconsciousness took her.

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“What the hell were you thinking,” Brandon snapped at Paul. He was two seconds away from ripping his head off. Just the fact that he had sunk his fangs into Evelyn was reason enough for him.

“Hey, you took her from me without any explanation. I wanted to know why and what happened. I had no idea you had shit locked in there for a reason. What the hell was that anyway?”

“She’s my mate,” Stephen growled at him, cradling Evelyn’s limp body in his arms. “If she’s your mate then why aren’t you together?” Paul asked him angrily.

“It’s none of your fucking business. What the hell did you do to her? How did you unlock what Brandon did?”

“It’s not hard. A newborn could have done it. And tell me this, why, if she’s your mate, was Brandon covering your mark anyway?”

“Like I said, it’s none of your fucking business. Brandon, let’s go and get her bathed. I can smell this guy on her, and I want to put her to bed.”

Stephen took off through the parking lot at his werewolf speed. In seconds, he was inside and had Evelyn on the bed. He stared down at her sleeping figure. Her dress was completely ruined where he had ripped it to replace their bond. The fang marks were still there. Her swollen eyes made his heart break.

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