A hand grabs my arm and I’m pulled out of the ballroom. My feet are unable to keep up and I trip but thankfully don’t fall on my face. “Christ, you’re on drugs. Again.” It’s Lincoln. “Goddamn it, Elli. Can’t you stay clean for a day?”
I groan as he brings me to a stop, spinning me to face him. “What the fuck did you say?” he demands in my face.
I’m not even here. The Molly has kicked in and I’m drinking. I no longer taste him in my mouth. I could be drooling for all I know.
“Hmm? What did you say to Sin?”
I blink, my eyelids heavy, making everything kinda blurry.
He raises his hand to slap me, but it stops in midair. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” Chance growls.
I blink again, realizing that Chance’s hand is wrapped around Lincoln’s wrist, stopping him from hitting me. I didn’t even flinch, the thought of pain makes my nipples harden. I want to feel something. I wish Sin were here to hurt me. To make me beg him to push me further than my body wants to go.
Linc yanks it free and steps back. “I’m having a conversation with my stepdaughter.”
Bile rises at those words. While wallowing in my own self-pity, I forgot that he’s married to my mother. I’ve officially fucked two of my mother’s husbands—while they were married to her. I’m a horrible person.
“Why is she fucked up?” Chance asks Linc.
He snorts. “Because she’s a fucking druggie. You knew this. It’s what she does.”
Chance turns to face me and cups my cheeks. I lean into his cool hands. They feel so good. “Are you okay?” he asks.
A laugh bubbles up and I can’t help but let it out, making my body shake.
“Elli?” Chance frowns, shaking me a little.
“She’s fine,” Linc snaps.
Chance lets go of my face and walks me over to a chair, pushing me down into it, then he turns to his uncle. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Your wife is here, for fuck’s sake.” I tilt my head, their conversation confusing me. She is? I haven’t even seen my mother tonight. This party may be for me and Chance, but she threw it for herself. It’s a way for her to show off that I’m not a complete waste of space in her life. Becoming a Lady is a big thing in our world. Not sure when becoming a slave was something to be proud of.
Linc straightens his shoulders. “We had a deal—”
“Yes, I know what he agreed on,” Chance snaps, interrupting him. “But she’s not my wife yet. So keep your hands to yourself until then.”
Lincoln’s eyes narrow on me and I smile at him. At least I think I am. My lips are numb.
“Sin knew something—”
“Sin is watching her every fucking move,” Chance goes on, taking a step back and running a hand through his dark hair. Not sure if he’s aggravated at me or his uncle. “Jesus, you’re a grown-ass man. You once went three years without pussy. Keep it in your pants for another week before you ruin this for us both.”
Lincoln fixes his collar and glares at me while he speaks to Chance. “I want her on the wedding night.”
Chance lets out a huff.
“I’m serious, Becks. It’s not like she’s a fucking virgin and you’ll be the first one there. I want her after the wedding. Hell, you can be there and watch, but I want to fuck her before you do. I’ve earned that.”
Chance nods. “Yeah, you’re right. Fine. She’s yours first, the night of the wedding.”
Linc pushes past him and walks toward me. Bending over, he grips my chin, forcing me to look at him from where I sit. “Did you hear that, Elli? I told you I’d get my fair share of you.”
“You’ll never be as good as Sin.” I’m not sure why I said it, but I couldn’t stop the words if I wanted to. I’m going to marry Chance, and he’s going to let my stepfather fuck me along with who knows who, but they’ll never be Sin. And I’ll remind them of that any chance I get. He may have never loved me, but he knew exactly what I wanted when I needed it.
I expect Lincoln to get mad but instead he just smiles and shoves my face away, pushing me back into the chair. “You may not be a virgin, but you will bleed for me on your wedding night when I cut his fucking name off your back. I’ll mail it to him in a baggie. It’ll be my wedding gift to him after he makes Amelia his wife.”
Not sure why Linc would do that, Sin won’t give a fuck about it. But I’m not going to tell him that. Lincoln can figure it out on his own.
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
SIN
I STAND IN the formal dining room, my hands stuffed into the front pockets of my slacks. I’m looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows when I see the headlights coming down the driveway. I walk into the grand foyer and yank both doors open, stepping out onto the porch in the cool night. The car comes to a stop, and I make my way to the passenger side door. Ripping it open, I see Chance step out of the driver side.
“She’s out,” he says in greeting.
My eyes drop to Elli who is slumped in the passenger seat, still wearing her evening gown from their engagement party.
Leaning over, I unfasten her seat belt and pull her into my arms, I carry her inside the house and to the master suite. Lying her in bed, I turn to see Becks standing in the doorway. “Get the fuck out of this house,” I growl, going to throw him out if he refuses to leave.
He places his hands on my chest. “Sin.” He sighs. “I’m sorry.”
I grab his button-up and drag him to the front doors where I shove him outside. He almost trips on the porch. “What the fuck, man?” he barks.
“Stay the fuck away from her until the wedding.” I slam the doors in his face.
Making my way back to the room, she’s where I left her. Lying on her back, arms out and head tilted to the side. The hem of her dress has ridden up to expose her thigh.
I walk over, grab the material, and rip it down the center, exposing her chest to me. Then I remove my shirt, shove my pants down my legs, and kick off my shoes before removing my socks. I crawl on the bed to sit between her legs.
My hand drops to her cunt and I run two fingers over it. She’s not wet. Spitting on my fingers, I run them over her a couple of times before I push them inside her, getting her pussy ready for my cock.
I take myself in my hand and push inside her, my arms behind her knees spreading her wide and slamming my hips into hers. “I want you to be sore tomorrow,” I tell her, watching her breasts bounce from the force. “You won’t remember that I fucked you, but you’ll feel it.”
ELLINGTON
I BLINK, MY eyes heavy and dry. My hands come up to my face and I groan. Where am I? Sitting up, I look around the bright room and squint, the light too bright. I’m back at my house.
How did I get here?
My body aches. My pussy is sore, and it takes everything I have to get to my feet. I manage to wobble to the bathroom, and it hurts when I wipe after I use the restroom. What did I do last night? I don’t remember much after Linc came and visited me.
I slip on a T-shirt and a pair of underwear since I’m naked and then make my way to the kitchen. My mouth is dry, I’m dying of thirst.