The Ritual (L.O.R.D.S., #1)
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Started reading October 24, 2025
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He is a Leader, believes in Order, knows when to Rule, and is a Deity.
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I will fucking own her.
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“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.”
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It’s too late now, little one. You belong to me.
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“Don’t be ashamed, Blake,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re my chosen one. Be proud. I know I am.”
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“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.”
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His emerald eyes are on fire.
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“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.”
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“Every touch, every kiss, every ounce of pleasure your body receives will come from me.”
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I will marry Blake, and she will be my wife—forever.
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“Marry me, Blake.” “Do you want to be his whore for the rest of your life, or do you want to be my good girl?” “Yours.” “Mine.”
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“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.”
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Ryat Alexander Archer has found me.
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“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.”
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Ryat wants a Lady? I’ll give him a motherfucking lady.
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“I 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.”
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“Fuck, Blake,” he growls, pulling his face from mine. His lips drop to my neck, and I tilt my head to the side. “I love you so goddamn much.”