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“I know,” I say, looking over at her yellow eyes. “It’ll be okay.” A part of me hopes she poops on Haidyn’s pillow tonight since he’s practically making me move in with him.
It’s the perfect plan to wipe me from this world. You don’t need to worry about if the devil is real or not when you know the Lords exist.
“If you let another man touch you, I’ll string him up and cut off his eyelids so he can’t miss you crawling naked on your hands and knees to me. I’ll fuck every hole you have, doll face, and let him see you whine and beg to be used like the whore I know you to be. Then after I’m done with you, I’ll cut his dick off as well and force it down his throat because he will no longer have any use for it.”
“You guys get treated like fucking royalty because you have a dick. While those of us with tits should be rewarded for not stabbing you bastards while you sleep.”
sex. It doesn’t matter if you’re a woman or a man, it’s all the same. You either fuck or get fucked. It can go either way.
“Who wouldn’t want to know love in a world full of hate?”
But I can’t help it. You can only fight for so long, but eventually, it’s pointless.
“Please…I need you.” “Whatever my girl wants.”
All he needs to do is whip his dick out and piss on me to show them that I’m his. As if his name branded on my ass isn’t enough.
And how he saved me tonight. But I have to remind myself that he did it because I’m his toy. If I’m dead, he doesn’t get to play with me.
I want him to kiss me again and make it go away. I want his hands holding me down while he tells me I’m such a good little whore and I can take it. To come all over his cock just so he can flip me over and fuck my ass.
Fuck, I hate when he’s like this—gentle—and pretends to care about me. As if I’m breakable. It makes me feel weak. As if I need the reminder. I’d rather him strip me naked, tie me down, and gag me while he fucks my ass and calls me his good girl.
A woman has to always be on guard.
The only babies she’ll be having are mine.
I fucking hate that it makes me feel special. It’s just another lie.
“Remember what I told you sarcasm will get you?” A face fucking. “I do.” I lift my chin, and his satisfied smile makes my heart race.
“How do you feel?” Like I want to punch you in the fucking face.
“That’s it, Charlotte.” He slowly fucks my ass with the butt plug. “Good girl.” His free hand drops to rub my thigh. “Feel good?”
Me. His doll face.
“Watch yourself, doll face. You’re going to come all over my cock and then lick it clean, do you understand?”
I’ll wash her and put her in my bed. Where she’ll stay. In my house. With me. Even if I have to do this to her every night, I will. I wasn’t lying when I said I’d either tie her to my bed every night or chain her up in my basement. Either way, she’s not leaving this house. No one is going to take her away from me.
Aw, my girl is jealous. It’s cute.
Why does he have to say shit like that? Why does any text from a monster make me smile?
Going into this, I told myself I’d do whatever I had to do to make it in this world. But I never thought I’d have to give up the one thing that makes me feel like our world isn’t so bad.
I want him to fuck me. Maybe I’ll get lucky, and he’ll fuck me to death. Then I won’t have to make a decision.
I want to ask him to make love to me. So I know what it feels like once in my life, but I can’t make the words come out. That would throw up too many red flags because I’m his whore, not the love of his life.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Charlotte. I promise. You’re okay. It’s okay.” I’m so fucking proud of her right now. She was given an order and couldn’t follow through. Fuck, that’s my girl.
“Will you marry me?” She slowly nods and whispers, “Yes.”
Men can fuck without getting attached. Women have too many feelings. We associate sex and love. Maybe I’d have been better off if he had shared me with others. Then I’d know my place.
“You’re a gorgeous bride, Charlotte.” My eyes sting, and my pulse races. The blood rushes in my ears. Bride.
She wears the dress. The same one from the night that I first laid eyes on her. I was in complete awe when I found her in the bathroom earlier dressed in it. I don’t believe in signs, but it felt like one. That she was meant for me. Little Miss Priss to my pretty little whore.
The man is as much of a hopeless romantic as he is heartless.
“Dance with me, Mrs. Reeves?”
I guess it’s for the best. Who wants to bring a child into this world, knowing what they’ll have to go through once they grow up? There is no end to the Lords. Just another generation to come.
“Whatever my wife wants,” he whispers roughly against my lips.
I’m not really sure. I thought living a loveless marriage was going to be so horrible that I was willing to kill another to gain power. But Haidyn has taught me that you don’t need to be loved in our world. Just protected.
vow to be yours, Haidyn. Forever.” I tell him. Anyone can sign a piece of paper. I want him to know that I’m in a hundred percent. Whatever he wants, I’ll give it to him, including my soul. A Lord demands nothing less.
“Eyes on me, doll face. I want to watch my wife come on my dick.”
Her body fights my hold, but I don’t let go. I fuck her as if she’s a whore I paid for and not the woman I just married. “Fuck, Charlotte.” I groan, my teeth clenching at the way her pussy hugs my dick. “You feel so good.”
“It’s a reminder that nothing lasts forever.” He removes his arms from the couch and places his tatted hands on my bare thighs that straddle his lap. “No matter how bad things are, they’ll eventually end.”
“Please don’t stop,” she begs in the sweetest voice, and if I wasn’t already on my knees, I’d fall to them for her.
“Because you had to.” I interrupt him. We’re not going to pretend that we got married because we love one another.
Of course, Lords share their wives. Wearing a ring and hearing I love you means nothing to them.
“I’ve also never kissed anyone until you,” I tell her. It’s the truth. That day she stood in her kitchen after giving herself over to me, I did what I had wanted to do for so long. Kissing is too personal—intimate. I wanted to make her mine in
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.
Covering up her pretty eyes would be a crime that even I would never commit. Plus, she likes the humiliation of having to watch me record the things I’m doing to her. She gets off on it as much as I like to watch her cry.
I didn’t want to hurt her. Not like that. Not at all. I’m in love with her. She’s my wife. That’s not supposed to mean something in our world, but it does to me.
I hang up and slam the phone down onto the counter. I was never meant to live a long life. That’s why I never understood why Saint wanted marriage and kids.
“Don’t touch me,” I snap. “Calm down, doll face,” he growls. “You just woke up and still need to take it easy.” Tears sting my eyes, and I don’t know if I want to kill him or kiss him.
He pushes me away, and my stomach sinks, reminding myself that I’m not Ashtyn. I’m just some whore forced to marry him. But he reaches down and slides an arm underneath the back of my knees and picks me up, cradling me to him.
