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The story is, they got drunk, branded one another, and then fought each other to see who got to fuck whose wife. Apparently, it got messy—doesn’t it always when pussy is involved—and the Lords were invented.
She’s what a man dreams of—dress her up and show her off to your friends, make them jealous of what you have. And then take her home, tie her down, and make her your dirty little whore. Show her what it’s like to be owned.
“It’s an honor to serve the Lords,” my father told me once, and I couldn’t understand why I didn’t share his enthusiasm.
“She doesn’t belong to me.” Do I want her? No. I’ve grown up with Ashtyn Lane Price. Our fathers are both Spade brothers. But one of my brothers is in love with her. I can’t take her from him. I consider her to be one of my best friends, and things will change if I claim her as mine. And although I hate my life, I love my brothers. I would never do them wrong or betray them, and stealing his girl would be unforgivable in their eyes.
Men like him take what they want. No questions asked. That also goes hand in hand with permission.
My eyes are on his, but he’s staring down at my underwear. “Did you enjoy coming to the recording of what I’m going to do to you?”
I didn’t give her anything that would make her horny. That’s all her. It was just to relax her. Keep her memory foggy so when she wakes up in hell tomorrow, she won’t remember how I got her there.
“Show me how much you enjoy pain, doll face. Come on my fingers while my cock fucks this tight ass.”
“What did Blakely do for her initiation after you two got married?” A Lady has to be initiated, and considering the rank her Lord holds, will depend on how much the Lords require of her to prove her worthy of him. He sits back on the couch. “They gave her two…the first one was to prove her loyalty to me with divorce papers—she passed by not signing and tossing them into the fireplace.” He smiles proudly at the thought. “The second was she had to kill a Lord, but the night of the initiation, she was attacked, so the Lords excused it.”
“Sin, what did Ellington have to do?” His eyes meet mine for a brief second. “They made me put her through hell.” Then he goes back to typing to who I can only guess is his pregnant wife.
My eyes go back to his and look over his black T-shirt that has a woman on her knees kneeling in front of an upside-down cross that reads—devoted. She’s got tape over her mouth and her tied hands in a praying position—ready and willing to serve her Lord.
“Before I gave myself over to you guys, I hired an attorney to help me with Elli.” “Meaning?” I want to know exactly what William did for him. “I bought her our house, and when I had him bring the papers over for her to sign, I had him slip in a marriage license.”
You don’t need to worry about if the devil is real or not when you know the Lords exist.
It too is covered in a black comforter and two matching pillows. Who the hell only has two pillows?
Unzipping my jeans, I pull my cock out and stroke it. Her heavy eyes are on it. “I’m going to sit here and watch the game while you hold my cock in your mouth.”
“Go home…grab your gun and put a bullet in her head while she sleeps.” He takes the first step off the stairs, getting closer. “I love Annabelle like she is my own, but I promise you, that’s the best outcome she’ll get.” With that, he walks down the stairs, passing me.
“Whatever my girl wants.”
He got a couple of hits in. I might as well be on adrenaline because I don’t feel a fucking thing right now other than uncontrollable rage. He put his hands on my girl, and I’m going to make sure he never does it again.
Am I still here because the Lords told me to be or because I want to be? The lines are nonexistent at this point.
“He has nothing to say. Maybe you should have Devin wire his mouth shut,” Sin says as he joins us in the room. “Want to be a Spade brother?” Kash asks, looking over at him. “Seriously, I feel like we could adopt you.”
Clenching my teeth, I push my cock balls deep,
I’m panting as I slam into her as if I have a line of men behind me watching me try to knock her up.
I imagine her tied up and ready for men to line up to fill her full of their cum to see who can knock her up first.
“Eyes on me, doll face. I want to see you while I come inside you.”
I come up to her and reach out my right hand. “Dance with me, Mrs. Reeves?”
can hear her as clear as day. Haidyn stays silent, facing her. “I just wanted to tell you that I love you too,” she rushes out.
I never wanted Ashtyn like Saint did. Not like I want Charlotte.
Allowing myself to fall in love with her is madness. No matter how I try to justify it, the ending will be the same. I can only hope I have time to leave her with something that will remind her of me.
“Everything happens for a reason, and I guess it was a good thing you turned my offer down that day in your father’s office.” I stiffen knowing exactly what he’s referring to. If Charlotte would have been my chosen, would I have been forced to kill her or watch her get raped by Isabella’s men?
He pulls back, and his eyes search mine as if to ask if I’m okay. How I can possibly dismiss it all. I love him. That’s what matters now. The why and how we got here doesn’t matter to me. It’s our future that does. Our marriage, our children, the life that we’re going to make.
That’s the point—you’re born a Lord; you die a Lord.
Charlotte gave me a life that I didn’t deserve, and even if I’m lucky enough to spend forever with her, it still wouldn’t be enough.
