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A Spade brother: A Lord is placed strategically out into the world. But no Lord is safe from their own if they break their oath. If you don’t believe in hell, the Spade brothers will change your mind. They are a special kind of Lord. They will sit on their thrones and watch you burn to death for eternity with the fire they started. They give no fucks and have no limits. They collect the names they are given, and erase you from the world as if you never existed, and make you wish that was the truth.
When you’re raised in hell, heaven is a fairy tale that doesn’t exist.
“Do I get conjugal visits?” I ask, my mind going to a specific woman who is brunette with blue eyes. She’s the twin sister of Adam—another Spade brother—and everything I want. And one day, I’ll get her.
My fear is drowning to death. This is why this is my initiation. My father knows this. He found my mom once trying to drown me in the bathtub. She hated my father, and I fell into that category by association.
Ashtyn Lane Price belongs to me. She just doesn’t know it yet. But she will, very soon. And once I make her mine, the world will know it too.
I’ve watched her sleep and touched her face while hoping she was dreaming of me. I’m a man obsessed with a woman I haven’t been able to have. Some would call it creepy or pathetic. I call it devoted.
Me? A gentleman? She has no clue that I’m going to turn her into a dirty whore who will beg to be treated like a toy.
“If you ever get the chance, Ashtyn, you run. Run like hell and don’t ever look back. Do you understand me?”
“There is no God here, sweetheart. Make no mistake, you will kneel for me, but the things I have planned for you are anything but holy.”
“You’re going to beg me for it, aren’t you? Like a good girl needing to be treated like the slut she is.”
Sweetheart lights up the screen on my dash.
I lean over, cupping her tear-streaked face and meet her heavy stare. “I love you, Ashtyn.” It’s the first time I’ve ever said those words out loud, to anyone. But I’ve felt it for years. She arches her back the best the restraints allow and begs. “Please…” “Remember that, sweetheart. I love you so much that I have to hurt you.”
“I’ve been in love with you.” She sniffs, and I run my thumb over her parted lips. “And when forced to choose—keep you or let you go—I will hurt you before I live a life without you.”
“You touch her, and I’ll slit your fucking throat.”
“She’s not going anywhere,” I say through gritted teeth. Ashtyn’s life may never be what she wanted, but she will have one here. With me. I can make her happy. I can give her everything she wants except freedom. I won’t risk her life.
Ashtyn is the type of woman you’ve got to have an imagination with. She doesn’t like missionary or a quickie in the morning. She enjoys the foreplay, the degradation, the praise. You’ve got to surprise her. Keep her on her toes. She needs to be dominated. I like that she lets me do whatever I want with her. I have an endless number of ideas on how to get her worked up and begging to be fucked.
“She’s not going to respond to you guys.” I finally speak, and I feel her tense against me. “She pissed at you?” Kash asks. “No. She’s gagged,” I answer.
But nothing lasts forever. My world teaches you that at a young age. You can’t sell sweet dreams to those who constantly live in nightmares.
“I never want to exist in a world without you in it, sweetheart.”
“I love you.”
“It’s been a long time, sweetheart.” His voice knocks what little wind is left out of me, and all I can do is stare up at him through watery eyes. Gently, he cups my tear-streaked face, leans into me, and whispers, “Welcome home.”
She’s always been the girl of my dreams—the one I wanted and needed.
I look up, rubbing the back of my neck just in time to see Haidyn grab the guy’s hand in one of his and squeezes it. The man falls to his knees, and I hear bones snap like twigs. “Deliver her, not beat her,” he growls.
That’s all I ever wanted. To make sure that she got everything I ever wanted her to have—the world.
She turns back to face me and I cup her face in both of my hands, her pretty blue eyes search mine as they fill with unshed tears. “Ashtyn Lane Price…” I start, and her lips part. “I’m in love with you.” She blinks, and the first tear falls. “I’ve been in love with you all my life. This is me, a Lord, asking you to be my Lady. Will you marry me, sweetheart?”
