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When a Lord fights, he fights to the end. There can only be one winner. Only one left standing. And I refuse to be anything but.
“Ryat Alexander Archer, welcome to the Lords. For you shall reap the benefits of your sacrifice.”
I vow. You vow. We vow.
“Ryat is staring at your ass like he wants to eat it.” She chuckles. “Yeah … well, that won’t be happening.”
“If I …” She pauses. “Choose to be your chosen one.” Lowering her voice, she whispers, “Will you hurt me?” Giving her a smirk, I answer truthfully. “Yes.” She whimpers, her eyes falling closed. “But … I’ll also make you like it.”
“Matt didn’t want you, Blake,” I say. Dropping my hand from the wall, I run it down her neck, feeling her pulse race. “But I do.”
It’s too late now, little one. You belong to me.
“I’m going to fuck you right here, right now. That mouth is mine. That ass is mine. That cunt is mine. You’re fucking mine.”
I smile. She’s cute when angry. I’ll remember that.
“Stay the fuck away from her, Matt. This will be your only warning. I already took her from you once, and I can do it again.”
“Scream all you want, little one. You’re mine now.”
The deal?
“Just know this, Blake. If you try to run from me, I will find you. And when I do, you will regret the day you left me.”
“You were mine yesterday, today, and tomorrow.” He gently kisses my forehead. The tenderness a contradiction to his threatening words. “And you will continue to be mine forever.”
I want his hands around my throat. I want his body pinning mine down, and I want him to crave me the same way I need him.
“I think you want to run, Blake.” His eyes search my face, the corner of his lips turning up. “Just for me to catch you.” My heart hammers in my chest, and my thighs tighten. Why does that sound like fun?
She kisses me with so much passion, so needy. It’s as if she’s breathing for me.
Ryat Alexander Archer has found me.
“I’ll always show up for you.”
“Earlier in the shower made me realize I’ve gone fucking soft on you, Blake. Know why?” He doesn’t let me answer. “Because you cried. Because another man tried to hurt you. That’s what I’m trying to protect you from. I should be your biggest threat. But instead, I’m falling in love with you.”
She tilts her head to the side, her eyes dropping to my T-shirt and the sexiest smirk I’ve ever seen crosses her face.
I can’t even think about the fact that I’m playing into her game right now. Blakely knows what to do to piss me off, and she did it.
“I missed you, Blake,” I say honestly, my lips trailing along her jawline. “And I’m going to show you just how much.”
He’s still typing away on his phone. Reaching over, I snatch it from his hands and toss it across the room. The sound of it hitting the glass fills the room, and I secretly hope I broke the damn device. His eyes narrow on mine. “Blake …” “I’m fucking talking to you. The least you can do is pretend to listen,” I snap. “Oh, I like her.” I hear Mr. Archer whisper to my father.
“You, Blake,” Ryat growls. “It’s always fucking you.”
She’s become my obsession, but I know I’ve also become hers.
“I can see you, touch you, and kiss you.” I wipe it away with my thumb. “I can love you.” My eyes drop to her plump lips, and her bottom one trembles. “You, Blakely Rae Archer, are my heaven.”
I’d set the world on fire, including myself, if it meant saving her.
“Fuck, Blake,” he growls, pulling his face from mine. His lips drop to my neck, and I tilt my head to the side. “I love you so goddamn much.”
I want this man to consume me. Take what little pieces I had left of myself and make them his.
I’m not the type of woman who needs to know who I am. All I need to know is who I am with him. And I know exactly who that is—his. Nothing else fucking matters.
“I will kill whoever touches what’s mine, Blake,”
“Is this a joke to you?” I demand, throwing the covers off me and getting out of bed. “No. I take anything regarding you pretty fucking seriously,” he answers, pushing away from the dresser.
His hands slide up my bare hips to my ribs. “I can never get enough of you,” he growls, his voice rough.
My heart starts beating faster at his words, but I’m still pissed at him, so I say, “Good. Because you’re stuck with me until you die.”
“Blake, I’ll be anything you need.”
“Sometimes, the best revenge is to go after something that they love just as much as you loved.”
“Want to be my good girl?” he asks in that sexy, deep voice that makes my pussy throb.
My girl. My wife. My filthy little slut.
“Good girl, Blake. Good girl.” My eyes fall closed, and an unintelligible whimper comes from my open mouth at his praise. It was worth it.
“I love you,” he says, making me sniff. “You are the only woman I’ve ever told that to. And it’ll stay that way until the day I die. Your face will heal, your scars will fade, but my love for you isn’t going to change.
“I’ve always been a selfish person, Blake. Willing to do whatever it takes to get where I want to be. And out of all the things I’ve done, you are by far the greatest reward for my selfishness.”
“I’m the kind of man who will crawl across the floor and lick the dirt off your shoes like a peasant begging a king for some scraps. Just to make you think I’m weak. So, when they look away from me, I can slit their throats.”
Tyson Crawford
I was forced to pick her as my chosen, but she continues to choose me every day. And that is what I call heaven. Because life without her would be hell.
