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He is a Leader, believes in Order, knows when to Rule, and is a Deity.
She is his gift for his servitude.
“You will always have to prove yourself,” my father once told me.
Wealth got us here. Yet our determination will separate us by the time it’s over.
Never show weakness.
Kill without questions.
“I uphold my duty. For I am a Lord. I know no boundaries when it comes to my servitude. I will obey, serve, and dominate,” I recite our oath. “For my brother, I am a friend. I shall lay my life down for thee or take it.”
An audience is always needed. Your fellow brothers must witness your devotion. Otherwise, it doesn’t exist.
I lick the blood and rain off them. “Tastes like victory,”
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.
Take him out.
I could draw it out, but why take that chance? Too many things can go wrong. And it’s not like you get points for creativity.
This is what I live for!
The adrenaline rush is unlike anything I’ve ever known—an addiction. Something that can’t be bought off the streets or drank from a bottle.
A Lord is made to feed off another.
“Ryat Alexander Archer, you have completed all trials of initiation. Do you wish to proceed?”
“A Lord must be willing to go above and beyond for his title. He must show strength and have what it takes.”
“If you shall fail your position as a Lord, we will take what was earned.”
“Ryat Alexander Archer, welcome to the Lords. For you shall reap the benefits of your sacrifice.”
“Here is your first assignment.”
My gift—a chosen one.
During our senior year, we are rewarded for our servitude with sex.
But if they are caught stepping out, they are punished. Humiliation is key.
“She doesn’t belong to me.”
Blakely Anderson will be mine.
Ryat Archer stands there looking every bit pissed off as he does every second of every day.
The hairs on the back of my neck rise while my nipples harden when his gaze lands between my legs. Everything in me tells me to run—any other woman would—but I stay sprawled out on the floor like an idiot. The air gets thicker, making it hard to breathe, which just makes my tits bounce when I manage to suck in a deep breath.
“There are animals that roam these halls. If you’re not careful, one will catch you.”
This is what you expect from anyone attending Barrington. Cruel. Evil. God complex.
They live in the same house—house of Lords. They’re both members of the L.O.R.D.—Leader, Order, Ruler, and Deity—a secret society made up centuries ago by men to feed their misogynistic and egotistical attitudes.
It’s a black piece of paper with The Ritual written across the top in white letters. From what I know, the Lords do this every year.
I vow. You vow. We vow. The ritual is what one must do in order to become a chosen. A chosen must be willing to surrender in all that they do.
Some will do anything to get some dick.
A chosen is protected under the ritual. Any and all must treat them as such.
Me: What does it mean for a Lord to choose someone?
“Well, I wouldn’t go if I were you.” She clutches her books to her chest. “It’s evil. Vile. Demented. Just some guys on a high horse who like to fuck around with women.”
“He tied her facedown on his bed, naked, gagged, and blindfolded. Left her there all day while he went to his classes. He had cameras all over his room with a live feed of it on his phone. Then once he went home, he fucked her, which he also recorded and sent to her boyfriend—the boyfriend she was cheating on after she took the vow to be Tyson’s.”
“Well, she belonged to him. She was his chosen one,”
“The Lords can do whatever the fuck they want. Their oath promises them that.”
I’ve known they took an oath—a stupid one at that, but I don’t know what all this chosen shit is about. I guess I’ve just never paid that much attention to what goes on behind the doors at the house of Lords. The members are required to all live together, and it’s not near campus.
“Ryat is staring at your ass like he wants to eat it.” She chuckles.
She’s mine.
She won’t be for long.
But that would be the icing on the cake, wouldn’t it? If I took his woman and fucked her before he ever had the chance. Plus, it just makes her ten times more interesting. And my cock even more desperate for her.
I’ll have her mouth, pussy, and ass to use. I will fucking own her.
I’ve been the one begging him for sex, and he’s the one who turns me down. Always telling me that he promised my parents we’d wait for our wedding night. That’s bullshit. Who the hell waits these days? We’ve fooled around, but he always stops it before it goes too far, leaving my body begging for more.
“You can let loose and have fun without him accusing you of wanting to fuck Ryat.”
I choose you!
His fuckup is my gain. She’ll willingly allow me to take her as mine. Never underestimate a woman hell-bent on revenge. She’ll do anything to make an ex regret what he didn’t appreciate.
After graduation, you begin your new role in the world as a Lord and settle down with some bitch who’ll fuck the pool boy any chance she gets. She’ll have the nannies raise your ungrateful children while you’re flying around the world working, fucking a one-night stand in your penthouse suite that you met in a bar and won’t bother to remember her name.
