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He is a Leader, believes in Order, knows when to Rule, and is a Deity.
If they manage to complete all trials of initiation, he will be granted a reward—a chosen one. She is his gift for his servitude.
Blakely Anderson will be mine.
Ryat Archer stands there looking every bit pissed off as he does every second of every day.
“There are animals that roam these halls. If you’re not careful, one will catch you.”
He’s about six-three and two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle. He walks with an ease—as if he has all day to get where he’s going.
I vow. You vow. We vow.
“Ritual? Vow ceremony? Sounds like some fucked-up shit.” I shake my head.
off. I do want to get out and have some fun. “We’ll find out what this chosen shit means,” I add.
It can’t be that bad, right? Not if Matt is involved. He’s a Polo and loafers while playing golf kind of guy. Not a mysterious, I’ll chase you down in an alley and kill you type of vibe. “It’s like a cult,” I mumble to her. “If they try to brand our asses, we run for it.” Fuck the keys, cell phone, and ID. I can get new ones. She laughs like I’m joking.
An opportunity to see what I can get out of him. Too bad there’s nothing that fucker could give me that would make me forgive his cheating ass.
“It means that what I did to you was just the beginning.”
“I’ll own you, Blake.” He shortens my name, his free hand comes up, and he trails a finger down my neck over my racing pulse, making my body break out in goose bumps. “And I think that’s exactly what you want.”
once the chosen accepts her duty, she is bound to serve him.
I choose to be his for however long he decides he wants me.
“Don’t be ashamed, Blake,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re my chosen one. Be proud. I know I am.”
“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.”
“You live for me now.” He licks up the side of my neck to my ear. “And I for you.” He thrusts in a second finger, and I suck in a deep breath from my nose, closing my watery eyes. “You serve and obey me. I protect and own you.”
She will know hell, but for now, I shall be her devil.
I want to be his good girl, but in a bad way.
The amount of porn I’ve watched over the past few years is enough to make a hooker blush.
I own her.
“You may be his slut, but you will be my worthless whore.”
“Because you made me feel wanted.”
“Yes. I’m not aware of the details, and neither do I care. But just so we have an understanding.” He pauses and clears his throat. “You do whatever the fuck is necessary to keep him away from her. And I’ll make sure that these pesky rumors are never heard of.”
“Scream all you want, little one. You’re mine now.”
Is this what people mean when they say they were ghosted? I mean, no one just disappears. But it’s like poof, he’s gone.
Almost like the motherfucker never existed.
“Marriage,” I say simply.
“A prenup?” he asks, wanting to make sure that’s all in writing. I laugh. “There will be no prenup.” That implies our marriage is going to fail and that’s just not going to happen.
“Welcome to the family, son.”
“You can breathe after you come for me.”
“Do you want to be his whore for the rest of your life, or do you want to be my good girl?”
“Yours,” she breathes. “Mine,” I agree.
“Here’s to being mine forever, Blake,” I say, watching her sleep.
“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.”
She’s become my newest obsession.
He’ll realize I’m not one to play fucking games with because I always win.
But one thing is for sure, I’m no longer Blakely Anderson. Now I’m Blakely Archer—Ryat’s wife.
Ryat Alexander Archer has found me.
“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.”
He steps into me, nose to nose. Bring it. I’m all in. I didn’t throw those divorce papers in the fire for nothing. Ryat wants a Lady? I’ll give him a motherfucking lady.
“I’m fucking talking to you. The least you can do is pretend to listen,” I snap.
But I’m not on birth control. I didn’t take it with me when I ran. And I was gone for three weeks. I tried to remind him of that earlier in the bedroom, but he didn’t allow me to speak.
“I know, Blake, and I don’t fucking care.”
I want Blakely Rae Archer pregnant with my child, and I’m going to get it.
She’s become my obsession, but I know I’ve also become hers.
“You either kill or be killed,” Ryat had said to me once. I didn’t understand how true that was, but I do now. It’s just a game, and who knows who will still be alive once it ends.
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.”
