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Drop your feminism at the door. Haidyn Reeves is going to make you his good little dirty whore in every way.
I’ll become a Spade brother—a member of a secret society that is fucked up, for a lack of a better word. Centuries ago, some bored rich men came up with a game. 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.
Carnage is my future. I will learn to accept the fight and crave the blood.
“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.
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.
My father turns to me. “You have a choice.” “A choice?” I echo his words. Such a foreign concept. Because if I had a choice, I wouldn’t fucking be here.
“Women are no use to you unless you’re fucking them,” he growls. “They are for your pleasure and reproduction. When are you going to figure that out?”
Ever looked at someone and just knew they were too good for you? I don’t mean that out-of-your-league shit. I’m talking out of this universe.
My hands itch to tangle in her perfect hair, bend her over, and rip the fabric as I fuck her in front of everyone.
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.
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.
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.
She can’t be over five three. A petite little thing. Like a doll. Or a toy. Either way, I’d chew her up and spit her out. I’m always up for a snack.
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.
Mr. Reeves? Isn’t that cute. How long before she starts calling me sir? “Then what is it about?” I dig.
“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.”
“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.”
That’s sure as fuck not what I want from her. I want her on her knees while my cock fucks that pretty face. I want her gagging and crying with my hand tangled in her long dark hair, watching her cry.
“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.”
Haidyn has my mind so fucked. I can only imagine what he’d do to my body if given the chance.
I thrive in the darkness. It’s where all monsters feel most at home.
Where we Spades prefer the darkness, the Kings live in the spotlight.
approach. How can I get in? I need to get his attention. Maybe I could park down the street, jump the fence, and set his house on fire? That’s a little extreme, but that’s what the Lords would expect. They put you in situations where it’s either you or someone else. We’re like rats—claw or eat your way out for survival.
He cups my face, his large hands softly touching my flushed cheeks. “Talk to me, doll face. What happened…who did this to you?”
“I would prefer to fuck you, not have to kill you.”
“Either you willingly give yourself to me or I kill you right now. What’s it going to be?”
“For how long?” When you face prison time, the first thing you want to know is how long of a sentence you’ll have to serve. I need to know how long I’ll be his whore for.
Was it ever a fair fight? I don’t think so.
I like a woman who fights. One who thinks she can stand up for herself. It just means I’ll have to work extra hard to keep her on her knees. It might require some chains and ropes, but that’s okay. Every woman deserves some accessories.
Getting into the driver’s seat, I start it up and open the garage, knowing that she’s mad at me right now. But she’ll hate me when I drive her back home.
“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.
I’ve never seen such pretty blue eyes look so dead. It’s scary. There’s no telling what kind of initiations this man went through to become who he is today.
“You’re so beautiful, Charlotte. Such a beautiful, desperate whore.” Her shoulders shake at my words. “So perfect.”
“That was just the beginning, Annabelle.” I’m really starting to hate it when he calls me by my real name. “The things I’m going to do to you…some you’ll like, others probably not. I’m going to make you my little fuck toy. You’ll cry…you’ll beg, and you’ll crawl on your hands and knees to me, begging to be played with like a mindless toy.”
Only when I’m met with silence do I roll over, bury my face in a pillow, and let out a sob because I belong to Haidyn Reeves. A Spade brother who knows I’m a fraud. I’m a nobody really. Not in our world. That’s why I’m doing what I’m doing—to be someone. I want power. I want to be feared.
I lock the door and want to laugh at myself. The biggest threat I have is already inside. “Did you bring me flowers and chocolate?” I turn around to face him.
He’s every bit of six-seven, and he’s got combat boots on. I’m five-two and barefoot, not to mention naked. He’s got an advantage in every possible scenario right now.
“It’s when a slut likes to be tied up with rope. That you get turned on being helpless…and at someone else’s mercy.”
I’d say even though I’m a virgin, I’ve always loved the idea of being good at sucking dick. I’ve seen porn where the man is brought to his knees because of how good the women are. Wanting to please a man while watching him fall apart looks like power to me.
Her lips tremble. “Please…” “The only thing I want to hear from you is you gagging on my dick while you drool all over yourself.” Tears fill her eyes, and I let go of her face. “Good night, Charlotte.” I turn to exit the room when her voice stops me.
“That’s it, doll face. Give me one more.” I pick up my pace once more and enjoy her struggling underneath me. “You look so pretty, Charlotte. Like a used-up toy begging for more.”
Gaslight you. Make you think you’re the problem when it’s them.
So much for taking a random guy home to fuck my ass.
He kisses me, and my lips part on their own, letting him control the kiss like he did my body in the basement. It feels good to be wanted, even if it’s fake. It feels so real.
He holds out the card and tells the guy, “For my girl and her friends.” My girl? Well, I think I earned that, considering his name is on my ass.
I square my shoulders. “In a world where it’s either you or me…I’ll always choose me.”
I hate how weak I get when I’m mad. My father once told me, “Feeling anything is a weakness, darling. No one will take orders from a woman who cries.”
For someone who has a cunt, she’s got balls.
