Chapter 4: Marry Me, Oh For (2)

Eve Peron's POV

Ronan Klein… That bastard… fancy this happening now.

My pulse stops. “The same Ronan…?” I ask quietly.

Ewing’s jaw tightens. “Yes.”

“Absolutely not.” My voice trembles with rage. “You can’t possibly expect me to....”

“Listen to me,” my father cuts in. “This isn’t about love or choice. This is about survival. The treaty demands a union of both sides, one Peron and one Klein. You’re the only one they’ll accept. They specifically asked for you.”

“They want to chain me to the son of a killer,” I whisper. “And you’ll let them?”

My father’s eyes soften. “Eve, if you refuse, they’ll see it as defiance. It’ll be war again one we can’t afford to fight. The council agreed unanimously.”

I look around the room, meeting the eyes of men who have known me since I was a child, and I see only fear behind their power.

“Cowards,” I hiss, tears burning in my eyes as I stand up. “Every last one of you… cowards.”

Marcellus speaks again, his tone calm but cruel. “ We the CRADs can be named bad and evil men by you. We deserve your name tags. But we have sacrificed for the good of Westside and I don't think marrying Ronan Klein is such a bad thing."

" Oh really!"

" Oh yes. Some girls would fall on their feets begging to be his bride. "

I turn to my father, pain breaking through the anger. “And you’d sacrifice me so easily? What about Dowell, whom you know I am dating?”

Ewing’s expression cracks for the briefest moment. " I don't run away from a fight but I can't fight if my hands are tied behind my freaking back. This is what’s required. Dowell’s father has been told and he supports the treaty, and he will break the news to his son. Another girl from a suitable family has already been prepared for him.”

Silence stretches between us. Then I nod once.

I look down at my phone and press play. I see the vibrator fucking Catherine. I see her moaning and shouting, mouthing:

“Fuck me, Eve… come fuck me.

I want your cunt in my mouth… come to me, baby.”

I am hot all over. My panties are soaked with cum. I want to leave and go fuck her face. I want to pull her hair while I put my fist inside her and bang her until she screams. I want her clit to grow large and taut as my fingers rub it. I want to suck and bite her nipples until they are sore.

I want to be with her, not here. " You will see me soon. " typing into the chat box.

“Fine,” I say, standing up. “I’ll sign your treaty. But don’t mistake that for obedience.”

My father frowns. “Eve…”

“If you all think binding me to a Klein will end this war,” I say, my voice low and dangerous, “you’re wrong. I’ll walk into that union on my own terms. I will go ahead with this union, but I will not give my body or heart to that evil man.”

The CRADS members exchange uneasy glances.

I turn toward the door, my high heels echoing against the polished tiles.

Marcellus calls after me, “And where are you going?”

I glance over my shoulder, my lips curling into a cold smile. “To put something hot and steaming in my mouth.”

And then I walk out of the room, my pussy wet and ready, my nipples erect under my shirt, my mind full of what I intend to do to Catherine when I get hold of her.

I know fucking her brains out is part of the plan.