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He is a Leader, believes in Order, knows when to Rule, and is a Deity.
“I know what I’m capable of handling,” I say through gritted teeth.
You want to be powerful? Then you realize you are a threat to those who want your position. In order to succeed, you don’t have to be stronger, just deadlier.
A Lord does not show mercy. Blood and tears are what we demand from those who betray us.
“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.”
“Tell me, Jacob. Just how bad do you want to die?” I ask and hear the others laugh at my question.
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.
A Lord is made to feed off another. It’s like anything else—someone has to be at the top, and another has to hold up the bottom.
“Ryat Alexander Archer, you have completed all trials of initiation. Do you wish to proceed?”
“Ryat Alexander Archer, welcome to the Lords. For you shall reap the benefits of your sacrifice.”
Blakely Anderson will be mine.
He looks at me like I’m a problem he needs to take care of. Something in his way to conquering the world.
“There are animals that roam these halls. If you’re not careful, one will catch you.”
“Keep your bitch on a leash.” He then looks over at me, his eyes quickly running over my body once again, making my breath quicken. “Otherwise, one may assume she’s a stray.” He puts his attention back on Matt. “And well, let’s just say you of all people should know that someone may choose to take her from you.”
“I see the pathetic boy toy still hasn’t put that leash on you.” His stunning green eyes drop to my neck, and he shakes his head while making a tsking sound. “Can’t say I didn’t warn him.”
“Keep saying that like it means something,” Ryat remarks, making the others laugh.
Blakely Rae Anderson is to be chosen. Just not by the guy she expects, but definitely the better choice.
Never underestimate a woman hell-bent on revenge. She’ll do anything to make an ex regret what he didn’t appreciate.
“I was watching you earlier,” he admits shamelessly into my ear. “He’s over you. Let me help you get over him.”
wasn’t speaking to you.” His green eyes meet mine, crossing his arms over his chest. “Is this man bothering you?” The tone of his voice doesn’t sound concerned in the least. A total contradiction to his question.
Ryat looks back at Matt and tilts his head to the side. “Looks like someone chose your bitch.” He shrugs carelessly. “Told you that would happen.”
“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.”
“Don’t be ashamed, Blake,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re my chosen one. Be proud. I know I am.”
I’ll put a leash on her so fucking short, she won’t be able to breathe without my permission.
She will know hell, but for now, I shall be her devil.
The fact that I’m standing on one of the second-story balconies looking down onto the first floor and watching another man touch what’s mine makes me see fucking red.
“To rethink that.” I go to ask what he means when he continues, “Because you might not want to give me that kind of power.”
I hope he’s seeing fucking stars right now.
“Here’s the thing, Matt. I don’t give a fuck about that. She’s mine right now. And I don’t fucking share. So as a reminder …” I stand and grip his sweaty hair. Yanking his head up, I bring my knee to his face, hearing a crack, and he cries out. His body jerks, and the guys have to grip the bar tighter to keep it in place.
“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.”
I laugh at that lie. “Come on.” I tap her thigh. “I don’t want you falling asleep in here and drowning.” “Aw, you do care about me.” She smiles. “Can’t fuck a dead chick,” I joke.
Stepping forward, I say. “I may not be fucking her right now, but I will the moment we’re out of here.”
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. To the point I want to hide her from the world. I don’t want another man looking at her, let alone talking to her. Matt helped me understand that.
“Do you want to be his whore for the rest of your life, or do you want to be my good girl?” This is her only chance to choose me. I have no problem tricking or forcing her to be my wife. But her choosing to be with me over him makes it all that better. “Yours,” she breathes. “Mine,” I agree.
“Oh, I forgot. You were going to run away.” He snorts. “I’d like to see you try to run away from me …” He fists his hands. “You wouldn’t get far, Blake.”
“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.” Softening his eyes, he gives me a threatening smile. “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.”
“We need to have a discussion about you taking drinks from strangers.”
“I’m assuming you wore that dress for me. Since I’d never let you leave the house wearing it.”
“Be careful. Don’t hurt yourself.” Spinning us around, I push her back into the closed door and pin her against it with my body, holding her up. “That’s my job.”
“I’m winning,” I correct her. “And you, Blake …” I reach up and run my hand through her hair. “You are my prize.”
He’ll realize I’m not one to play fucking games with because I always win.
“Don’t thank me, Blake,” I tell her, my eyes falling to the marks on her neck. I’d go to war for my wife. One man was nothing. “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.”
“I’ve been taught since I was young that obedience is important.” He goes on as if he didn’t just admit to loving me. “That power and humiliation go hand and hand. I’ve watched Lords break their chosen ones or their Ladies to keep them in line. And you? You cry a few tears, and I go fucking soft.”
“I’m sorry, did my wedding ring cut you?” I ask, giving her an apologetic smile.
“I think those three weeks away made you forget who I am, Blake. Let me remind you.”
“A Lady needs to have some fire in her if she’s going to succeed.”
“Look at my wife, Cindy. I want her to be the last thing you see.”
“It’s funny that you think he gives a fuck about you,” Ryat says, and all the Lords chuckle at that.
