-Evangeline-
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Please. Don't hurt me!
Those were the words I said last time I was in this predicament, but now... all I can do is stare, fear covering my face as Mr. Winters stands at the door's only entrance and exit.
"Evangeline," Cole calls out, sounding sorrowful, "I know you're in here."
My mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
I take a deep breath. There are two things I could do. Both could possibly end horribly, but it's worth a try.
I could speak and situate this or stay quiet and sleep in the closet, but because I'm not smart enough to know better, I decided to go with the idiot move.
"Cole..." I whimper out.
Cole pulls the cord, turning the light on above. He walks into the closet, closes the door behind him, and squats in front of me.
He grabs my still-shaking hand and holds it between his, feeling the warmth of his palm slither up my veins. I look up from his hands, watching him remove his mask and place his hand back on mine.
"You're a different person when you wear your mask," I say quietly as if he's going to snap any minute.
"I know," An unwanted tear drips from my left eye. He lifts his hand, wiping the drop away with his thumb, and cups my face.
"Why do you wear it?" Silence fills the room as a deep sigh comes from him.
"For protection," It's the last words I hear before he spins me around and pulls me close into his arms, "Didn't I say I would never hurt you?" He whispers, feeling the heat of his breath on the tip of my ear as his arms wrap tightly around my chest.
I nod my head. I slide my fingers over his hand, feeling the veins beneath my touch as I slide his fingers between mine.
"Then what are we doing back in this room?" Cole kisses my temple, and I take a deep breath.
He's right. What am I doing in this room?
I have to face reality. If I'm to marry Cole, I have to accept the fact that he's a cold-blooded killer. There's no changing that.
"I don't- I don't know. This was the only place that I could think of. The way your eyes darkened, showing no remorse, and switched to a menacing look. It was almost like- like you wanted to kill your own brother," My throat tightens, swallowing the sudden dryness of it, "Are you going to kill me?"
"No," He answers without hesitation, "I will never kill or hurt you," He pulls my hand towards his mouth and kisses the back of it.
"Then why did you want to kill your brother?" I snap out, "You wouldn't even stop when I asked."
"He mentioned your name. Plus, he was trying to get in control. I had to show him his place in line so he doesn't get too big-headed," I let out a chuckle and turn my head to look him in his smokey-blue eyes.
"If you're going to "teach someone a lesson," then maybe you should do it over hardwood floors instead of carpets, so the blood doesn't stain the carpet because even though I don't like the fact you have to do that to people, I can't change it," A smirk appears on his face.
"Alright. I promise next time it won't be over the carpet," I lean in and kiss his cheek while cupping the other one with my hand.
He cups my face and brings my lips to his, "I want the real thing, not a tease," He says, pulling from my lips.
"Another," I say before I press my lips to his again.
"One more time," He says as I slowly pull away. He pulls my chin with his forefinger and thumb, pressing my lips against his again.
"We can do this all night," I whisper as I slowly pull away.
"Then why don't we?" He says, pulling me back in again.
"I have to shower and wash all this workday away," I whisper while pulling away.
He pulls me back in for another kiss, "Then let's take a shower," He says, pulling away slowly.
"I can't-" He stops me midsentence by pressing his lips against mine.
The next thing I know, I'm being lifted up with Mr. Winters's hand wrapped under my thigh and behind my back.
Bam.
I open my eyes and quickly pull away from the kiss, "Are you okay?" I ask as Mr. Winters couches in the closet, "You didn't hurt your noggin, did you?"
He chuckles and kisses my lips again while opening the closet door with the same hand around my back.
"It's just my head. I'll be fine. Besides, your kisses are helping heal it," He carries me out of the closet.
I look at the busted down door on the ground, "Did you hurt yourself when he hit it open?" I whisper, pulling away from the kiss again.
"I'm used to it, but if this is going to be a routine thing of hiding in this room, I might have to get a supply of doors to keep busting them down. Either way, I will get to you," I chuckle as he kisses my lips again, leading me out of the room.
"What- what are you thinking about?" I ask, pulling from his lips and watching him walk down the hallway.
Ignoring my question, he kisses my lips while walking into our bedroom. He sits me on the silk sheets of our bed without breaking our kiss, stealing my breath away.
I move my hand to the zipper of my skirt, and he grabs my wrist. He leans his forehead against mine and stares me in my eyes, his shade of smokey blue deepening, "Keep it on. I like you in business mode."
I chuckle, "Business mode? It's just a skirt since my shirt got ripped in the garden, but I have to take it off since I'm going to shower," I stand up with his forehead still pressed against mine.
"You forgot my favorite part," His hand rises up the side of my hips, sliding against my waist and drawing inward towards my stomach, rising up the fabric of my red bra, and finally resting his palm on the whole cup.
"I-I have to take a shower," I whisper as the prints of his fingers press lightly on the raw top of my boob.
I back away, my legs hitting the edge of the bed, nearly knocking me back. Mr. Winters wraps his hand on my back, the warmth of his palm on my bare back sending shivers down my spine.
"Careful, darling. Wouldn't want you to get distracted, would we?" He smirks as his eyes move off mine, trailing down every inch of my body -to my red bra hanging on for dear life and my black skirt.
Even as late as this night, it seems I can't get enough of him. Hunger crawls from inside my stomach; not for food, but the feeling of dying for him to be inside of me, but I won't let his ego know it.
I pull a smirk on my face, his smirk dropping, knowing when I put a smirk on, something's going to happen.
"You know, you should never mix business with pleasure," I move my face closer, hovering my lips over his, "It would be bad for... business," I whisper the last word.
I stare into his eyes, not breaking eye contact as I slide my hand up the sweatpants of his thigh, feeling the muscles of his thigh through the soft fabric against my fingertips. I trail up until I reach something that's not thigh muscle. I cup the thickness between my index finger and thumb, sliding up the stiff length of it until it blends with his pants. I start to slide back down slowly; a quiet deep-breathy moan comes from Mr. Winters as I rub the end of it with my finger in three circles before I remove my fingers. I put my fingers in my mouth until I reach the end of my finger and pull it out slowly, letting a little drool drip on my finger as I pull it out of my mouth.
I lick the tiny drool that dripped on my bottom lip and finally break eye contact while moving out of the frozen Mr. Winters before me.
I have thirty seconds before he wraps around his head what just happened and realizes I'm gone so in this time. I tap the screen to turn on the water and take my hair out of its bun, letting the frizzyness drip on my back.
I stare into the mirror as I look at myself. My long needing to dyed platinum blonde hair with overgrown brown roots two inches peaking out of my regular hair. My eyes trail down to the light bags that hang under my dark green eyes, standing out on my pale ivory skin. A smile pulls on my lips when I stare at my small-growing belly.
I'll be seven months in a couple of days, and it only looks like a little peach on my belly. Violet is jealous because she says that her stomach is the size of a watermelon. Maybe I'll bloom out more when I turn eight months.
Over the span of seven months, my body has developed through many changes. From the size of its growing, -hips, breasts, and fat- to the wild emotions that charge at me every day. It'll all be worth it when I have Johnny in my arms in two months.
Mr. Winters's hands slide up my stomach. My neck tingles from the heat of his breath, "How are you going to tease me like that and think you can walk away?"
I smirk and turn my face towards his, "I'm not sorry for this."
He looks at me confused, "Sorry for-" His words stall from my hand grabbing the waistline of his sweatpants and pulling him under the warm water in a quick movement.
The water drips from the square silver shower head on the ceiling in a rainfall motion. The water falls onto Mr. Winters's hair, deepening the shade of black and dripping down his bare, sculptured upper body and soaking his grey sweatpants, darkening the shade of grey as every inch gets more soaked.
"Oh, you're going to pay for that," He says in a deep voice.
I grin as he walks towards me, looking down at me as he backs me against the light grey tile wall.
"I don't know-" He smashes his wet lips onto mine as his left-hand tails up my drenched torso.
I can't tell if I'm wet from Mr. Winters or if it's the water making my thighs slick.
The heat from the water drips on us, steaming up the room with it and flustering my face.
His right-hand grips both my wrists tight, slamming them against the wall above my head, causing me to jump.
"Scared, kitten?" He says as he hovers over my lips.
"I'm never scared of you," I say with a shaky breath.
His lips smash against mine. His left hand tails from my torse to the smooth curves of my hips. His fingers poke at the crevice between my thigh and vagina, rubbing the crack. The heat of the friction sends a spiral of pain that is outcasted with pleasure as his fingers start sliding down with each rub.
"Are we going to get down to business, or are you going to finger fuck Evangeline first?" My mouth -which I didn't know was open until now- shuts close, stopping a moan that was about to escape from Mr. Winters's fingers almost touching my clit.
Mr. Winters drops my wrists and removes his left hand from my thigh. He crunches his right hand into a fist while turning around, looking with me at August.
August is leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed and a smug look on his face, "Honestly though, how many times are you two going to fuck in random-" August's voice is cut off by Mr. Winters's right hand gripping his jaw tightly, towering over August as he looks him in the eyes.
"Interrupt me one more fucking time, and I'll make sure your jaw isn't intact anymore.".
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-End Of Chapter 74-
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