I walk around the truck and grab her shoulder, leading her into the basement. My heart is slamming into my ribs. I lock the door before I slide the gun into the back of my jeans. I pull the mask off my face and watch as Evie takes me in.
“Who are you?” she asks keeping her voice level. It stirs something in me to see her being so calm.
“I’m Drake. You don’t know me,” I tell her. “Take all your clothes off.” I walk over and pull my sweatshirt off, tossing it onto the dresser. I hear her fumbling with the lock but she won’t get it open.
“You can try all night or you can follow my fuckin’ rules. That door won’t open for you.” I glance over my shoulder and see her gazing at me.
“What do you want from me?” she asks.
I turn to face her. What do I want from her? What don’t I want from her?
I want it all. Her blood. Her sweat. Her tears. Her pussy. I. Want. It. All.
“Take your fuckin’ clothes off. If I do it, I tend to get a little rough.” I cross my arms over my chest as I watch her. She slowly reaches up and pulls her shirt over her head. Her skin is just as perfect as I knew it would be, so soft and silky looking.
I groan watching her jeans slide down her legs. Those long fucking legs. I want them wrapped around me. I want to be between them. Evie stands there in nothing but her bra and a thong. The thong bringing thoughts of Bic’s sister to mind. I don’t want to choke Evie though. Strangulation is only necessary when you’re in a hurry.
“You are perfect. I always knew you would be.” I walk toward her slowly, her eyes following me. She’s nervous.
“You watched me?” I nod as I make my way closer to her.
“You’ve always intrigued me, Evie. The first time I saw you with your man. I wanted you.” Her eyes, they are so much like Tara’s, but I don’t need to tell her that. I always thought that this might be what Tara would have looked like had she lived long enough to grow up.
Her eyes fall at the mention of him. I don’t care. He’s nothing to me and he will never be anything to her after today.
“You will enjoy your time with me, Evie. I promise. When it’s all over, the only thing you will feel is ecstasy.” Her head jerks up, her eyes locking with mine.
“What are you going to do to me?”
I’m so tired of that question. It’s the same one they all ask. Who cares what the fuck is going to happen.
“I’m gonna take you to places you’ve never been before.”
Chapter 10
I watch her as she lies on the bed in the basement. Her long hair fanned out around her. She looks gorgeous.
“Why don’t you just kill me?” she asks, turning her head to face me. I kick my feet up on the other chair, a joint hanging from my lips.
“I don’t know. I’ve been askin’ myself the same thing for weeks.” It’s the truth. I have no idea why she isn’t dead yet. She should be. I should have killed her and watched her die. The plan was always to kill her and myself. Now that I look at her like this, I don’t know that’s what I want anymore. There’s something about her. Too much about her that I want to keep. I’ve had her here for weeks. I’ve fucked her, fed her, let her bathe. My head is a complete fucked-up hell hole.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I was gonna kill you and me both. I was gonna end this obsession that I have with you, but now I don’t know that I want to,” I admit to her. She looks from me to the joint before licking her lips. Does she want some? She wants to smoke with me? I raise it in the air in her direction and she nods. Climbing from my chair I stroll over and lean down, placing the joint between her lips. I watch Evie inhale before blowing smoke through her nose. She coughs and looks up at me strangely.
“Shit’s laced, sweetheart.”
“With?”
“Does it matter?” I watch her eyes, the way they dart between mine. There’s something so fucking sexy about her like this. Something more, deeper.
“Can I have more?”
Nodding my head, I place it between her lips once more. She inhales and exhales slowly this time. I sit on the edge of the bed next to her, the joint now back between my lips. Reaching back, I slowly drag my fingers up her naked thigh. She shudders, which causes me to bring my gaze back to hers.
“You like this? Me touchin’ you?” Her eyes are glazed over which means she’s fucked up right now. Good. Most bitches that smoke this shit tell the truth whether they like it or not. “Tell me,” I say softly, flicking my finger over her clit.
“Oh God,” Evie cries out as I smirk. “Yes, I like it.”
“Why? Why do you like me hurtin’ you? I’ve cut you, Evie,” I remind her. She blinks her eyes but never lifts her gaze from mine. We stare into each other’s souls. I can feel her burrowing into my chest and ripping it apart. I don’t know if I like that feeling or not.
“Your physical abuse was nothing compared to his emotional and mental abuse. You have no idea what kind of person he is,” she admits softly. That intrigues me.
“What does he do?” She looks at me, licking those lips once more. I shift on the bed, reaching for the ropes that have held her in place since she’s been here. What the fuck am I doing? Why am I letting her loose? This is a bad idea - I can feel it. Or is that a fucking thrill I feel? Either way, I know I shouldn’t be doing this. Evie rubs her wrists before sliding up the bed. She crosses her legs and sits there watching me a for a long second.
“I don’t have any other family and Cory knew that. He also knew that I always wanted a family. He would…”
“What? He would what?” Anger, pride, worry? What the fuck is that feeling in my chest?
“He would take girls. Younger girls, maybe in their late teens, and he would hurt them in front of me. He said that if I ever had a child that he would do the same thing to it,” she confesses through a hiccup and sob. He’s fucking sick. He’s sick just like all the other traffickers I’ve hunted. Anger boils my blood. Rage simmers in my stomach. My chest rises and falls rapidly as my nostrils flare.
“What the fuck do you mean young girls?” Evie scoots back farther onto the bed at the look in my eyes. I’m ready for blood, but strangely it isn’t hers that I want.
“Young. Maybe eighteen or so,” she whispers before leaning over the edge of the bed and heaving. I know it isn’t from the joint she smoked. No, it’s because of that sick fuck Cory. I stand from the bed and start to pace, dropping the rest of the joint to the floor and stomping it out. How is he involved? He has to be. I can feel it deep within my core.
“I’ll kill him. I’ll fuckin’ gut them all,” I mumble mainly to myself. I’m running my hand through my hair when I feel her arms slowly slip around my waist. I freeze at the contact. What the hell is she doing? Why is she touching me? It’s a foreign feeling, not totally unwelcome, but I can’t do this. I’m not a man who’s made to keep a woman around. I can’t. Not without hurting her. Her lips touch my flesh and fire courses through my veins. I close my eyes and try to tame the beast inside of me. The monster that I am.