Unleashed by Erica Chilson Page A

crestfallen tone makes me feel bad for denying him anything. He looks into my face trying to read me.
    “I have to meet Divina first. You could be lying to me, and frankly, I’m just really confused. I don’t think having a relationship with anyone is a good idea right now. I need to get my life in working order.”
    “You’re just scared, that’s all. Being afraid doesn’t make the feelings go a way.” Cortez confidently says while projecting an arrogant vibe. Like he’s thinking how easy it will be to get into my panties.
    “I don’t know what you’re talkin g about,” I insolently say while folding my arms over my chest.
    “ Sure ya don’t,” Cortez knowingly smirks at me. “I’ll wear you down eventually. And as for Ezra, you’re screwed either way. Whether you have sex with him or not, it won’t take your feelings away.”
    “I don’t have feeling s for Ezra,” I defiantly mutter.
    “Uh- huh, riiiigggghhhhtt,” he draws out. “Sure ya don’t. You don’t have to admit it, because I will admit it for you. I know you’re in love with Ezra. No one on this planet knows how difficult it is to avoid him, except for me. And I know you’re scared you will fall for me, too. I’m not an idiot, Kat.” 
    “No, not an idiot. You’re fucking arrogant and cocky.” I turn away from Cort, refusing to look at him. I’m pissed because he is absolutely correct. Cort’s hand flashes out and grips the front of my neck. His fingers tighten to the point of pain- almost bruising. He nips my ear, and I cry out from the sensation.
    “We may have a psycho on our hands, Katya. We need comfort. We need each other. You wi ll not pull away from Ezra or me. You will share our bed so that we may all sleep soundly. I don’t like watching Ezra fret all night. You don’t have to screw, fuck, or make love to us- whatever you want to call it. But you are one of us, and there is no running away from it.”
    “I’m scared,” I wh isper out.
    “I know that, sweet heart.” Cortez lightly kisses my cheek and enfolds me in his arms. I have a strong urge to cry, not just cry- bawl, howl, and scream. I’m so damn scared. I know I’m in love with Ezra. I can admit it. I told Cortez not so long ago that I wanted to be someone’s number one. The loves of my life already have number ones- each other. At this point, I don’t even know where to place Adelaide. I’m just so confused. I don’t know my place in this hierarchy. But I’ll always be someone’s number one- mine.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
    Cort a nd I wait in Dexter’s private room. I was vetoed on the suggestion of using our room for the lesson. I just cannot see Dexter, the IRS agent sadist, dominating in a space that suits a queen. I asked Cortez if Dexter picked out the décor or if it was standard issue. I was shocked to learn that Dexter did in fact pick out everything in the space, right down to the velvet throw pillows.
    “I’m not in the mood for this tonight,” I say to Cort.
    “I thought you’d do anything for a chance to play with Dexter .” He winks at me and I blush.
    “I just want to be at home where I can see that everyone is okay. We either have the monster, a pissed off ex-submissive, or a rich bitch sending me hate mail. I need to know everyone is alright.”
    “You sound like Ezra.” Cort smirks at me like I’m doing something cute.
 
    “Well, most of the time I act like you. That’s why Ezra and you like me so much. The aspects you love in each other are combined in me- all inclusive with a vagina and tits.” I roll my eyes at Cort. But it’s truth, a hard truth I’ve come to realize.
    “Ezra is right. Y ou’re a fucking twit if you believe that shit!” Cort angrily shouts at me.
    “How do you know Ezra called me a twit?” Confusion heavily twists my voice, and on the heels of confusion is hurt. But I expect nothing less than Ezra spilling our sordid