Madness (L.O.R.D.S., #6)

by Shantel Tessier

Drop your feminism at the door. Haidyn Reeves is going to make you his good little dirty whore in every way.

FUCK YESSSSSS

In a world of shouting men, be the one who remains silent, my mother used to say all the time. If they cannot hear you, they won’t see you.

So what am I afraid of if death isn’t it? I’m afraid of failing those that I love. Of letting my brothers down and leaving them to fend for themselves. I hate being unable to protect the ones who rely on me.

He turns to face me. His eyes narrowed on mine. “You disappoint me, Haidyn.” Good. I made the right decision. “Saying I chose the wrong one?” I picked the one on the right because, for some reason, my father despises the other one.

Is this the FMC???

The brunette had me off my game. I normally don’t let pussy get in the way. But it’s been so long, and she isn’t the type of woman anyone can ignore. 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.

Alright there she is

We’ve earned our place at their table. I’d rather starve.

My father steps in front of me, and I hate that a part of me has accomplished this much. “Haidyn Jamison Reeves, you have completed all your trials of initiation. Do you wish to proceed?” Fuck no! But as I stand surrounded by my brothers, I answer, “I do, Father.” I won’t leave them. We’re in this together. I take this oath for them and no one else.

Dying at the hands of one of my brothers would be an honor that I know I won’t deserve.

We’re groomed to be whores but never give it up willingly. Men give us crumbs, and we’re expected to survive off that. They prepare us to be thankful for the bare minimum. How does a woman thrive when she’s kept in the dark and never watered? What these Ladies don’t understand is that we only have ourselves. I can only rely on myself.

“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.

I love Ashtyn in a way that even I can’t explain. Have I imagined fucking her? Of course, but that’s bound to happen when you’ve been deprived of any sexual activity for three years.

If I had my way, I wouldn’t take on a chosen at all. I’d rather not get sentenced to fuck one woman.

A woman is nothing more than a toy to use. The ritual confirms that. We strip a woman naked, tie her to a Lords altar, and fuck her in front of others to prove we are men to the society. She has to bleed for us. A Spade brother only accepts the best—a virgin.

Other Lords get to choose which hole they want to fuck. And she doesn’t have to be a virgin. If I was given the choice, I’d pick the ass. There’s just something about a woman’s ass that gets me off. Any woman can spread her legs, virgin or not. But to bend over and put her ass up in the air, while begging you to fuck it, that takes a different type of woman. Especially since most don’t want to do it. They find it dirty, degrading, and taboo.

As “Hallelujah” by No Resolve begins to play, my body relaxes. It’s my go-to song when I’m in the mood to fuck shit up.

Her eyes search mine from across the table, and the smile that tugs at her lips makes me think she already knows what I’ve allowed Haidyn to do to me. “Plus,” she adds, “those Spade brothers have been through a lot.”

“They say that Haidyn killed their fathers,” Anne answers, and I watch my mom stiffen like she knows something about that too. “Why would he do that? To take over Carnage?” I ask. “No.” Anne shakes her head. “They were going to inherit it no matter what. The rumor is that he killed them for Ashtyn.”

Anne’s eyes meet mine when she answers. “Because Haidyn loves her.”

“Although Haidyn acts like a monster, he’s a teddy bear. He’s weak.” Anne chuckles. “He gave her to his best friend, who was also in love with her.”

Yes, Lord, Sir. HAIDYN: Sarcasm will get you nothing more than a face fucking.

“Kash—” “Ashtyn’s pregnant.” He interrupts me. I frown a little, confused by his change of topic. “Well, that’s good, right?” We knew it would happen because Saint had her IUD removed when he brought her back. “Didn’t Devin test her after Benny…?” “Yeah, but it was negative. Apparently, Jasmine went out and bought her a fucking purse full of pregnancy tests before she left, so Ashtyn’s been taking one every day since. She came into the office this morning crying that it was positive. Saint spoke to Devin, and all he could come up with was his test was a false negative. Or it was taken too early. I don’t know how that shit works.”

As shy as I was before, my mother raised me to love my body. She once told me to know my body more than any man. That way, when I’m given to a Lord, I can satisfy myself.

I kiss the side of her face, tasting the salt from her tears and sweat. Fuck, she tastes amazing! I can’t wait until she shows me how obedient she can be, and I reward her by letting her sit on my face. I’m dying to taste her.

I’d give anything to keep her tied like this for a solid twenty-four hours. Just teasing and messing with her until she passes out from exhaustion. And then when she woke up, I’d already be balls deep inside her. I have many reasons as to why she’s my newest toy, but I’ll never let her know the main one.

I spread my legs, and her wide eyes fall to my pierced dick. My brothers and I all have the same piercings. A Jacob’s ladder with the Saint’s cross—two barbells through the head to make it look like a cross. We’ve had them for about four years now. It was once a punishment. We kept them as a reminder that we’re no one’s bitch.

Ugh I love a pierced dick

“Going to shoot me, Charlotte?” He arches a brow, but I can hear the laughter in his voice. I square my shoulders. “In a world where it’s either you or me…I’ll always choose me.” He stops as the end of the barrel hits his chest, and I glare up at him. “Pull the trigger, doll face.”

“Honeymoon stage over already?” I look up to see Adam standing in the kitchen with nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs on. “What makes you say that?” “I walked in on you and your girl fucking around earlier.” His eyes meet mine, and he smiles. “I was rooting for her to shoot you,” he jokes and wiggles his eyebrows. “I like her.”

Her words drown out my previous thoughts. In a world where it’s either you or me…I’ll always choose me. Fuck, she was on fire. I understand it was anger, but it was sexy as hell. The way she barged into my house. The fact that she came prepared to shoot me had me hard as a rock. I wanted to rip off her clothes, pin her down on the floor, and fuck her ass while she held the gun to my face. It’s an adrenaline rush that I haven’t experienced in a long time. For someone who has a cunt, she’s got balls. I like it. It’s refreshing. She’s exactly what I’ve been looking for in my repetitive life. Giving me something to do.

Act like a brat, get treated like a brat.

“You’re going to write HAIDYN’S DIRTY LITTLE WHORE over and over. Until this is done.” He sets a bigger hourglass than he had in my basement down in front of the notebook, and my eyes widen.

I’ve thought long and hard about her punishment for her betrayal, and taking her virginity was the only option that fit the crime. She said she was saving it for her Lord. That’ll no longer be an option for her.

“They were all going to breed with Ashtyn.” Anne is the one who speaks.

“Of course not. Things changed for them when Ash and her brother, Adam, disappeared on them. Their fathers were killed, and their rules…were bent,” Anne states.

“Meaning your father had strict instructions left for me when I was gifted your mother.” I swallow nervously. “What…what were they?” Bill and I get along, but we’ve never been close, and we sure as fuck have never spoken about my future or my father. “You were to marry a Lord by the name of Winston Garvey.”

The way he says it makes my stomach drop. I stand, walking to his desk. “You mean he’s at Carnage.” He says nothing. “But Carnage is like death row. You don’t get taken to Carnage and then released, so…I just never get married?” “You don’t need a Lord to be powerful, Anna.” His eyes drop to glance between my legs, and I take a step back from his desk nervously.

Forced orgasm is a fine line to play with. The endorphins the orgasms alone release in the head can alter your perception. That’s what I meant when I said mindless. She’s lost all train of thought and bodily function. All she can do is lie here and ride it out. One after another. Until I decide she’s had enough.

“After you come on my face, doll face, I’ll fuck you. And then you can go to bed,” I tell her.

Moving back to her cum-covered cunt, I devour her like she’s a feast laid out for a starving man.

“Heteropaternal superfecundation.” She interrupts me. “They said it’s rare but possible.” “I don’t know what that means,” I tell her softly. She’s going to have to dumb it down for me. “It means…” She takes in a shaky breath. “That they think I’m pregnant with babies from two different men.”

The man without a mask comes to stand in front of him and crosses his arms over his chest. “You will learn, Son, that the Lords always come first. Over any woman. No matter who she is, you will do as you’re told. Even if I have to beat it into you.”

I have so many questions, but it makes sense as to why I keep being told that Haidyn killed their fathers. But was it to save Ashtyn from them, or was it to save himself?

William Marks sits before me. The last fucking Lord I expected to invite me here. It’s been years since I saw him last. “Bill.” His father was also a William, so he prefers to go by Bill. “Annabelle Marie Schults.” He states his stepdaughter’s name.

“She’s twenty-one.” Same as Charlotte. He begins to walk around her. “Her first session was tonight. She’ll remain tied here like this for at least forty-eight hours. Ass up in the air stuffed with a lockable plug so the Lords can’t use it. And her cunt plugged to retain all their cum. It will be removed for her next session in the morning. Once her forty-eight hours are up, she’ll go to the clinic where she will be closely monitored twenty-four seven until she has a positive pregnancy test, and a DNA test will determine which lucky Lord was successful.” “Then what?” “She’ll be kept at the clinic until she’s thirty-eight weeks, at which time the baby or babies will be taken and given to the father for him to raise.”

“Very few people in our world are truly innocent, Haidyn.” I stop and turn to face him. He remains standing by the naked woman with his hands shoved into his dress slacks. “I can say without a doubt that Annabelle is one of them.” “It’s too late,” I say, shaking my head. I’ve already made her mine. I’ve branded my name on her ass. I’m too far in with her to toss her to the side. And if he’s right…she’s innocent—just another woman caught up in a life that will destroy her.

She’s lying in my bed. Her back to the window, her arm stretched out on my side of the bed. Her cat lies on my pillow like always.

“Haidyn?” she whispers, her eyes remaining closed. “Yeah, doll face. It’s me,” I tell her, my thumb running over her bottom lip. She gives me a faint smile, then she does something I don’t expect. She moves closer, pressing her soft body into mine and draping her left arm over my side and her left leg over my hip. It makes me tense for just a second before I melt into her warm embrace.

The brunette steps into me, her green eyes on mine—they’re contacts. She’s trying to hide her true identity from us. I’m just not sure why. Eye color doesn’t make a fucking difference.

Blakely’s biological mom?

“If you think I’ve been denied a Lady, then why did you ask me about getting married this morning?” “Because everyone deserves someone.” She yawns, and her eyes flutter shut.

“This has nothing to do with Saint. It has to do with you and what we’ve set up for all of you.” “I don’t want her.” “Do you think I wanted your mother?” he snaps. “Do you think I wanted you?” Pointing at me, he adds, “She was worthless, and you’re nothing more than a disappointment.” His opinions about my mother and me aren’t new. I’ve never been the son that he wanted—easy to manipulate—and she couldn’t give him more.

“Anne?” I ask, standing as well, surprised to see her here. Does my mother have her following me? Haidyn takes my hand again as if I’m going to walk over to her and squeezes it painfully. “Ow,” I whisper, and he loosens just a tad but keeps a good grip on it. She ignores me and looks around the room. “Haidyn.” She acknowledges him, and his body stiffens against mine. “Tyson.” She nods, then looks back at Ryat. “I’m here to see my daughter.” She goes to step inside, but Ryat moves to block the front door. “She’s unavailable,” he tells her tightly.

Mother fucker I knew it!!!!!!!!!