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Marriage no longer meant what it was supposed to be. Love was a weakness that a man couldn’t afford. It became kill or be killed.
“Haidyn Jamison Reeves.”
“A well-fed devil is more loyal than a starving saint” has never been a truer statement than when it comes to the Lords.
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.
To bring a giant down, you’ve got to take him out at the knees.
Everyone fears something. Whether it be as small as dying alone or as terrifying as drowning to death.
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.
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.
“As a Spade brother, you will be the ones who must punish those who disobey their oath. You will show them that we do not take our life for granted. You are their jury and executioner. Do you understand?”
Ashtyn Lane Price was the one who changed our paths.
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. I’ve seen her almost every day of my life. But I’m also a horny bastard. Hell, I went home yesterday and jerked off to a woman who I saw at the gas station because I could see her pink thong peeking out of the top of her jeans.
If I can’t have love, I want power. I want what a man in our world gets, but I’m going to have to work twice as hard for it because
I have a pussy and tits. Fine by me. I’ll show them that I can do whatever they throw at me with a smile on my face while bleeding between my legs.
“New identity. New friends, new occupation. And…a boyfriend.”
Scrolling to the bottom of the email, I click on the attachment. It’s a slideshow of pictures. The first one is of a guy on a blacked-out motorcycle. You can’t see his face because he’s wearing a helmet. But he’s got a black T-shirt on with the sleeves cut off, ripped jeans, and combat boots. He’s sitting at a stoplight, glove-covered hands resting on his thighs and both boots on the ground, waiting for the light to turn green. He looks tall even sitting on the bike. His arms are ripped as the sun beats down on them, showing off his veins.
He’s the tallest one out of them all. If I passed him on the street, I’d definitely turn around to watch him walk away.
My life is missing something, and I’m not sure what it is. But I know it’s something that I’ve never had before. I’m itching to find it.
I’ll tell her she’s a pretty whore while I make her crawl to me with a butt plug in her ass and a vibrator shoved up her cunt. She grabs a notepad and sits down
“Want me to tell you all my secrets?” I give her a threatening smile and go on. “The only way I’m going to talk to you is if you’re naked and on your knees with a gag in your mouth.”
the only way I’m going to talk to you is if you’re naked and on your knees with a gag in your mouth.
Charlotte Lynn Hewett is a licensed therapist who graduated from Barrington three years ago. She’s twenty-five, five-two, and a hundred and ten pounds. It’s amazing what you can find on the internet. It’s also very easy for people to put bullshit online.
“I’ll tie you up in a tight little ball, suspend you from the ceiling so that your cunt, mouth, and ass are easily on display for me to fuck.” I like the way her face pales at my words. It makes her eyes a brighter blue. “Once I’m done violating you, I’ll sit down, have a smoke while I let you hang there, and watch my cum leak from your stretched-out and overused holes like the worthless whore you’re meant to be.”
“I can’t promise you’ll like it, but it’ll make me feel better,”
I say. “Still want to help me,
doll fa...
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“No. She left you. She never belonged to Kashton or me. She was yours, and you let us borrow her. Big difference.”
“Whitney,” I respond. “Some shit went down with Tyson and his wife, and it led to Whitney ratting out where Ashtyn was. Kash and Saint brought her back yesterday.”
“We all pay for our sins, Ashtyn. You are no different. You can run from them all you want, but they will catch up with you no matter where you go.”
“You can’t be serious, man. She’s what? Maybe five-foot-two and a hundred pounds. You’re six-seven and like two fifty. You’d destroy her,” Kash jokes, seeing what I’m staring at. “Not to mention, I’m pretty sure she’s a virgin. You’d scare that poor girl to death.”
“Isn’t that the best part? Seeing how much they can take before they break?”
He cups my face, his large hands softly touching my flushed cheeks. “Talk to me, doll face. What happened…who did this to you?”
“Aren’t you full of surprises, doll face.”
“You know more than you should, Charlotte. The question is what are you going to force me to do to you to get the truth?”
“I would prefer to fuck you, not have to kill you.”
“A Lord can do whatever he wants as long as he’s willing to sacrifice something they want.”
“Surprise, doll face.”
“I won’t have to rape
you, doll face. You will crawl to me and beg me to fuck your mouth all on your own.”
“Either you willingly give yourself to me or I kill you right now. What’s it going to be?”
“That’s my good girl.”
“If you’re a good girl, you’ll walk away sooner rather than later. But…”
“If you’re a bad girl who has to be punished, then you’ll be crawling on your hands and knees, begging me to let you go.”
“I’ll be seeing you soon, doll face.”
Fuck, I can’t wait to show her what that body was made for. To force sounds out of those pouty lips and watch her cry for me to stop, to keep going. For her to be confused and so overstimulated that she can’t tell me what day it is, let alone her own name.
“Hello, doll face.”
He reaches up and runs a hand over his chin as his eyes eat me up. I’ve never seen a man look so heated in my life, and it has my body on fire as well.
My eyes fall to his parted legs, and I imagine kneeling while his hands tighten in my hair as I open my mouth, silently begging him to fuck it like the good girl he wants me to be. My pussy throbs like I’ve never felt before. I’ve never wanted to be fucked so badly in my life. Why him? Why does he make me feel things that I know any other man on this planet can give me?
“Thirty minutes, doll face. Then we’re leaving. I don’t care if you get ready or finish getting dressed, I’ll carry you out wearing nothing but your underwear and a towel on your head.” With that, he pulls his cell from his pocket
“I’m not into labels, but if you want me to brand my name on your ass, I’ll be glad to oblige.” Haidyn chuckles.
“You either undress yourself or I cut every piece of clothing off you so when we leave this place, you leave with nothing on.”
