Chapter 4 All Your Fault, Evangeline

Evangeline's POV

“No.” I said, picking up sudden strength.

He was the terrible one, all I did was want to have better sex.

“No?” His shoulders tensed.

“No.” I repeated, then his smile died down. He pressed me harder into the door and began to whisper sensually in my ear.

It was intoxicating, except they were threats.

“I can just tell your little husband that you crawled back to me because he can't fuck you like I do. You like it hard and rough so bad, you came back for a second time.”

A ripple ran through me at his words and voice. He was so right, it was embarrassing.

“You won't.” I pushed him off me, breathing too hard. Why did I say that?

A humorless bubble erupted from the roof of his throat. He was not impressed.

“I don't give a fuck about you. I just want to fuck you. Get on the damn bed and don't make me repeat myself.”

Wasn't it over? My strength wasn't enough. He would truly fuck me over.

I swallowed hard in defeat as I began to get undressed. I did come here to do just that, but not like this.

I stepped forward, so I couldn't see him, but I could feel him watching me.

“On second thought. Don't get on the bed just yet. Stand beside it.”

I obeyed and stood, and I didn't dare to look at him when he began to take off everything he had on too.

Eventually he stood behind me, and I felt his lips all over my back, dropping kisses all over. I almost melted into it and moaned, but it was cut short when I was suddenly bent over so hard I had to place my elbows on the bed for support. My ass was hanging out and without warning, Nico pushed into me.

I screamed so loudly, pain rippled through me, but pleasure followed right after. Still, what the hell?

“No protection? Even last night you didn't use it.” I stammered as he pulled out and slammed hard into me like this was how he actually planned to kill me. If he continued like this, I would choose to be killed with my lungs pulled right out of my chest instead.

It was unlike anything I had ever felt.

He had his hands on my hips and pushed himself deeper, then he thrusted in and out of me. I made a wet mess of the sheets, moaning and losing my mind.

His hands came down on my ass, hard and I jerked forward.

“Shut up. Women knew not to get pregnant for me. Hell, they didn't even want my babies. Don't be stupid. Deal with it.”

He said as a response, and I really should have because then he went the hardest I had ever felt. It just felt like my insides were getting cooked at the intensity he used on me.

At one point I forgot that he was making me do it and I yelled for him to go harder as he fucked me like a monster.

He continued, breathing hard above me, until l lost feeling in my legs and couldn't stand anymore. They trembled and eventually gave way when I came apart, squeezing his fat cock with my pussy and crying.

“Crying? But I'm not done with you yet.” He said, pulling out, picking me up, and throwing my orgasmic body on the bed.

“You're the worst man ever.” I said breathlessly, wishing I could hurt him, but I was really weak.

He gave me that sick smile again, then I watched him get a blindfold and a rope. He tied my hands together and blindfolded me, but I couldn't say a word.

“Just a little exercise you'll love, trust me. I'm not hurting you…yet.”

My remaining senses were heightened and I tried to figure out his next move. I felt the bed dip where my legs were, so I realized that's where he was, then I felt him spread my legs wide and push them forward, so now I rested on my ass and my knees were upwards.

He locked my hips with his arms and then I felt it, tongue work. Nico had his face in between my legs, and he was eating the hell out of my pussy.

It was the most thought provoking experience ever as I was completely finished for him. I was this close to coming apart when my phone rang. He actually got it and picked it up, then placed it on my ear.

“Eva, where are you?”

Antonio. A tiny gasp escaped me, because just then I felt Nico's fingers rub my folds torturously slowly. If I spoke, I would falter. It was even crazier because he then whispered into my other ear, telling me to better tell my husband where I was, just before he began to lick my ear like it was a kink of his. A moan was at the tip of my throat.

I couldn't speak, no matter what. He used a hand to place the phone on my ear, tongue fucked me through my other ear, literally, and somehow his other fingers were still playing with my clit. I just knew I'll never move on from this experience.

“I…I…” I stammered and at the nick of time, Nico cut the call and tossed the phone aside, and when he resumed tongue-fucking my pussy, I moaned until I lost my voice. I couldn't see anything, so I was feeling way too much.

“I won't let you forget me. You have a husband, but you'll always come back. That's my revenge.” He cursed under his breath, and just before I came, he stabbed me with his cock and we did it together, his cum filling me till the brim.

The blindfold was removed and he was smiling above me.

“You liked it, didn't you?” He seemed proud of himself.

“None of your business.”

“You did.” My cheeks heated. I hate myself.

He also untied me then settled down beside me on the bed as I tried to figure out how to breathe normally again.

“You're going to answer to me, then I'll keep your silly secret to myself. If you don't, terrible things might happen to you. Because I fucked you doesn't mean I'll spare you.”

Tears tickled down my face, and I doubted it was because of the sex. I'm in deep trouble.

“I'm loyal to my husband. I promise to convince him to leave you alone, please.”

I flashed a pitiful look his way, desperate.

Nico is crazy to have managed to put the pieces together and figured me out in less than a day. He's not to be messed with.

“Yeah, but you loved it when I fucked you. It was better than what Antonio had ever given you. Deny it if you can.”

There was no denying it for me. Nico placed his lips on mine softly and kissed me, smiling against my face, proud of his damn self.

“Fuck, damn that martyr husband of yours. He's pretty cool, huh, doing all these good deeds and shit.”

He said, resting beside me. The fact that he was striking up conversation while I was begging for my literal life was messed up.

“Yeah.” I don't know, but why did it feel he was mocking me for being stupid for some reason?

“I feel you like sick stuff. Sick stuff like me.”

He added, gloating.

It actually wasn't hard to believe anymore.

“You're going to pretend to be against me but anytime I call, come take care of me. Deal?”

Before I could respond, my phone lit up with a call again from Antonio.

“You better get that.” Nico warned. I put the phone to my ear, almost dead. My body felt like a million cars ran me over.

“Eva, I'm worried. Please tell me where you are. Don't tell me you ran away.”

“What? Of course not. I would never. I'm at the mall. I'll be home in an hour, don't worry. Text me whatever you want me to get you.”

Nico watched me with amusement then let me get off the bed after the call ended.

As I was getting dressed, he asked me the question again.

Deal?”

“You're going to get me killed.” I muttered hopelessly. He asked like he gave me a damn choice.

“And it's going to be all your fault, Evangeline.”