My little minx.
Chapter Eight
Shasta
The second the door closed; reality hit me full force. I literally just fucked Wasp in the closet while Sabbath fucked another girl on our bed—the bed he claimed he never fucked anyone on but me. But why now? Is it because he’s suspecting something is going on between me and whoever he was rambling on about, that he broke his only cardinal rule?
He could fuck anyone he pleased without a second of remorse, but if I dared to touch anyone, he’d kill me.Why is the double standard so life-altering?
Wasp pushed a strand of my hair out of my face, but I was already moving away, removing the gag from my mouth “Don’t,” I whispered, afraid Sabbath was still nearby.
“Don’t what?” he asked.
“Touch me right now.”
The way his laugh rumbled through his chest should’ve been sexy as hell, but my heart wouldn’t stop racing, and I could feel the tears threatening to take me again.
“It’s a little late for that, my little—”
“Don’t call me that!”
“What?”
“Minx. Please, just don’t. Not right now. I need to process my thoughts.” Nothing was computing right. This game I was playing was far too dangerous to keep messing with. I couldn’t do it. I knew there were others I needed to turn, but the thought of continuing on when everyone’s lives were at stake killed me.
“Shasta, don’t speak to Master that way. We both know that you enjoyed that shit just as much as me.”
I pushed away from him, desperate to put some distance between us. “Just leave.” I pointed to the door. “Get the fuck out.”
He carefully took a step toward the door. “I know you’re probably freaking out internally right now, but I assure you, this kind of relationship can be healthy if you just give it a shot. I can bring you pleasure in ways you could never understand until you experience it yourself.”
He had way too much confidence in himself. Did I enjoy what happened in the closet? Sure, to an extent. Any woman would be mad not to enjoy that kind of betrayal when it came to getting back at her man, but I still couldn’t get over watching Sabbath fuck Keelie. Seeing it with my own two eyes—watching him take her on our bed, made me feel ill and icky all over. I needed to cleanse my body of this guilt and wash away any remnants of being with Wasp.
“Please,” I begged. “Leave before he comes back.”
He took a step towards the door, but he held my gaze, his eyes doing that weird pin me in place thing again. “When you’re ready to experience real domination, you know where to find me.”
Then he shut the door between us, leaving me a puddled mess in the middle of the room. I didn’t have time to go back to Ramona’s apartment, so I fled to the bathroom, allowing the heat of the water to sear my skin.
It didn’t feel hot enough. Maybe it was because I was dead and numb inside. Maybe it was because I was finally broken. Why did it take sleeping with five men for me to realize how fucked up I really am? Was revenge worth the fucking constant fear? Sabbath was absolutely off his rocker—the man was literally at war with himself.
The Adam I knew no longer lived inside of him. This man who held so much power over me was a monster, one that controlled all of us. But it seemed like we all were ready to fight back, throw the crown off his damn head, and dethrone him for good. But I honestly didn’t know if I could take much more of this sneaking around. Sandman was hurt, Snyder was in Sabbath’s sights, and who knows what would happen if he found out about me sleeping with his men the way I have been.
I was playing a very, very dangerous game. A Russian roulette that was bound to end up with a bullet if I wasn’t careful.
It was obvious Wasp wasn’t scared of Sabbath at all. And the way I submitted to him in that closet scared the shit out of me.
How was it so easy?
Why did my body crave his dominance the way it did?
No. Wasp was dangerous to play with, and if he so easily would fuck me with Sabbath just outside the closet door, there’s no telling what he was capable of.
So, for the sake of all the men that I’ve come to love and care for, I have to do the only thing that’s right.
Stay the fuck away from Wasp and his alluring sting.
But first, I had to get clean.