The Ritual (L.O.R.D.S., #1)

by Shantel Tessier

Matt is going to hate me because I’m going to fuck his future wife. She will be my chosen, and I will use her in more ways than she ever knew possible. I’ll leave scars he’ll have to look at every day, knowing I once fucking owned her.

it. “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.” Her eyes open, and she stares up at me. I can see it. She’s so fucking curious.

I place my hand on her flat stomach and slide the tips of my fingers into the fabric. Teasing myself. My cock is hard, straining against my zipper. I want to fuck her so bad.

I wanted to take her dark hair in my hands and shove my dick down her throat and make her pretty blue eyes cry. The rules of the ritual are simple. The chosen must offer herself.

“Now … spread your legs and let me fuck my cunt.”