EroticReverie

Evie….Two weeks later 

Eyes dart to the bruises on my arms and neck as I stand in a room full of men and women dressed in fine clothing and expensive jewelry. Women that look, seem to know where my bruises are a result of. Probably having earned some of their own at one point or another or nursing the fading of a recent one somewhere under their own gowns. The men look at them longer. Some just look and then look away. And other look as if the sight of my rainbow colored bruises on my neck are like porn to them. A few even smile and give an approving nod to Steele who is at my side. His hand possessively placed at the back of my neck. A leash. To keep by his side. To keep me by his side and nowhere near Zade who is on the other side of the room. And it’s the first time I’ve even seen him around since he brought me back here. 

I refuse to let my eyes go to him. I don’t want to see the fucking apology in his eyes. I don’t want to see him give me his weak unspoken apology. 

I don’t go to school anymore. Grady’s orders. And when Steele isn’t here, I’m locked in my bedroom. Even when he is home. I’m locked in. Till he decides he wants to fuck me. 

And my mother? Oh. She’s standing by Grady’s side , hand on his chest laughing with a glass of champagne in her other hand as she plays hostesses to her husbands rich friends. 

I don’t speak to her. She doesn’t speak to me. Because she doesn’t want to hear what I’d have to say to her. And I don’t want to her what I already know is the truth. A man with money, is more important than her daughter being made her step sons whore. She was climbing in status of Grady’s arm. She went from a two bedroom one level home. To living in an estate with a nearly billionaire husband. Her daughter’s autonomy and well being were just a small sacrifice to make in her eyes. 

Steele dips his mouth down to my ear. 

“That’s Buck Chance” he whispers to me. 

“And you’re going to be a real good girl for him tonight.” He says and I swallow. My jaw going solid and my nostrils flaring. 

I don’t know who the fuck Buck Chance is or why I’m being pimped to him tonight. But I was expected to seduce him. To keep him company tonight as him and all the other rich fucks stand around and congratulate themselves on being pieces of shit. 

Buck Chance was an old man. Probably pushing sixty. With a belly that let me know he was a gluttonous lazy fuck. I could already smell the sour sweat dripping off him and onto me if I was forced to let this man fuck me. But I knew the consequences of not letting him do whatever he pleased were far worse than letting him. 

I force a smile and Steele hums. 

“Good girl. Now go be a whore. We both know how good you are at it.” He says and bites my ear lobe and my lips snarls slightly as I shove away from him and he laughs as I walk over to Buck who is standing with a handful of other men. 

He seems pissed I’ve interrupted. Glaring at me like I’m a shit stain on his underwear. Same fucker. Same. I say as I smell the stale cigar stench lingering on him.  

“Can I help you?” He asks and I’m thrown off. I expected him to know what I was here for. 

“This is Evangelina.” Grady’s voice chimes in. My eyes dart to the side of the room as Zade is barging across the room toward Zade. My eyes on them arguing under their breath as Zade points in my direction while my step father continues to introduce me. 

“She’s my step daughter….i was thinking you could enjoy her company…let me know if you find her…capable.” Grady says and my brows pinch. Capable? Of what, fucking? This man wouldn’t be able to fuck a corpse worth a damn. Could he even find his dick over his fucking hot air balloon of a belly? 

Buck looks at me. His eyes on my neck. On my arms. Taking a scan of my bruises. 

“You been testing her capabilities?” He asks Grady and Grady chuckles. 

“Not me. My son.” He says and I bite my tongue. One day I’d made them all pay. Every last one of them. 

“A bit older than I usually work with.” Buck says and I curl my fingernails into my palms. Of course this man fucks underage girls. Of course they do. Rich fucks. Using their money and power to pay the price of breaking the law. Because everything has a fucking price. And when you’re rich enough to buy yourself the freedom to do who or whatever the fuck you want. They do it. They’d all fucking burn in hell. 

Buck lifts his hand and I suck in a breath as his fingers push aside the panel of my drape neck gown and he exposes my breast. Cocking his head. Pushing open the other panel. All eyes on me. All the men watching as he appraises me like fucking cattle. 

“Those are made for breeding a whore. Not selling her.” He says and lowers his hand. I dig my nails in deeper. 

“Her breasts are too big. She’s not worth my time.” Buck says.

“Surely she can-“

“If you had brought her to me five years ago…she’d have been a wonderful whore for selling. But this? What am I going to do with this?” He gestures at me. My tits still out. My nipples hardening. Not from any arousal. Simply because of my shame and the air in the room being too cold. 

“Surely you have men that prefer their whores with a curve or two” Grady chuckles. Did these fuckers really sell girls? Trafficked them? My eyes burn slightly and Will myself not to cry. Grady wanted to fucking sell me? 

Buck just sniffs and looks at my tits. 

“Lift your dress. Show me your worth, girl.” He says and I just stand there. 

“Do it.” Grady says through his teeth. As if me not wanting to flash my cunt to a group of strangers with everyone in the fucking watching, is an embarrassment to him. 

I hate that my hands tremble as I slip them down my gown. I told myself I’d do whatever it takes till the time was right to get the fuck out of here. 

“Don’t” a hand grabs my arm. I turn my head. Looking up at Zade. He shakes his head at me. 

“Zade” Grady growls. 

“Get your hands off my property.” Grady says and I’m shaking. Tears filling my eyes. I look to Zade. 

“I’ll pay for her.” Zade says. My brows pinch. 

Grady laughs. Buck hums a curious sound. 

“Your son?” Buck asks Grady. 

“No. Like a son. But no.” Grady says and glares at Zade. 

“A devils son…willing to stick his neck out for a whore…against his father’s wishes….she must have one hell of a cunt.” some guy says and Zade growls. 

“A cunt I’d like to see now. Lift your dress , girl. Show us what has this boy willing to disobey direct orders from his leader” Buck says and my hands clutch my dress. 

“I’ll pay for her” Zade says and he seems to be pleading with Grady. 

“One would have to know the price first.” Buck says. 

“And that’s…what I decide” Buck says. 

“Show us your cunt or I’ll buy you just to bruise you more , girl” Buck says and I tremble. 

“Whatever you want Grady, let me buy her” Zade sounds like he’s desperate. Something that’s weak to these men. 

“You can’t afford her.” Grady says. 

“I’ll pay.” He says and I yelp as Buck grabs my fucking dress and yanks. My body jerking as my gown is torn and released and falls to the floor. Leaving me standing there , hands crossed over my body in nothing but heels. 

I scream as multiple men grab Zade who has Buck by his jacket. Ready to punch him in the face. Several men have to pull at him as I feel Steele grab me and then spin me and smack me across the face. 

“What the fuck did I tell you?!” He yells and then grabs me by the hair and pushes me through the crowd. I nearly trip over my dress caught on one of my shoes. 

“Zade!” I scream as I get one last glimpse of him as I see him taken to the floor. Two different men wailing their fists into his face. 

“You’ll never see him again” Steele growls and tears fall in fat drops down my cheeks as he slams me into the wall. 

“Anyone who lays a finger on Buck Chance, doesn’t live to tell about it” he smirks. He’s fucking HAPPY. Happy to see he supposed “brother” suffer. To see ME suffer because of it. 

“Please” I cry. Because I’d beg for Zade. No matter how mad I was at him. Or how much I told myself I didn’t give a shit about him anymore. Deep down I knew his circumstances weren’t much different than mine. We both had choices. But none of the options were any good. 

“Awww, that’s seat, save your tears for his funeral Evangelina” he growls and then pushes me to the floor and undoes his pants. 

I’m on my stomach , his cock thrusting into my ass making me scream as my nails scrape at the marble floors.  Dozens of people come to see the commotion. None of them doing a thing to stop it. 

My head is yanked up and I’m forced to look at the bystanders. Who just watch as I’m raped on the floor of my “home”.  

Buck rounds the corner. “Give me Zades little whore” he grins. 

“I think his lesson is better taught by watching me ruin his precious bitch.”