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

by Shantel Tessier

I’m guessing that since she threw a drink in her piece-of-shit boyfriend’s face while another girl was hanging all over him means he’s no longer in my way.

“Are they too tight?” I recognize Ryat’s voice, pulling my hair off my shoulder. “Yes,” I answer softly. “Good.” Then he tightens them each one more click,

I was taught to punish and humiliate when needed. But I was also shown the importance of praise.

They say love is patient and kind. I’m not either one of those things when it comes to Blakely. I’m controlling, possessive, and madly jealous. Which can only mean one thing—I’m obsessed with her.

I tilt my head to the side, running the knife down underneath the tip of her chin, and press on the skin, forcing her to tilt her head up more in order to keep from getting cut. “Why would I do that? I love you.”

I’m not even sad that Ryat tortured the woman or the fact that he looked like he enjoyed it.