The Sacrifice (L.O.R.D.S., #3)

by Shantel Tessier

Not just anyone can be in this society. It only accepts the best of the best. And I am the motherfucking best at everything I do.

My father always says life is made up of choices; depending on which one you pick will determine what you get out of life.

Sometimes the villain is the only one who wins because no one else is ruthless enough to fight him.

I’ve waited for this day for too long. The Lords didn’t make me the Lord of the underworld for nothing. They knew I’d do their bidding as long as I got my chance at revenge.

They’re handing it to me on a silver platter, and I’m going to make him choke on it while my wife is on her knees swallowing my dick.

He may run the Lords’ hell, but I will make sure I burn it down with me.

“You either willingly walk down that aisle to me, or you crawl on your hands and knees with a collar around your neck while I drag you by a leash.”

Laikyn has no clue she’s been conditioned to be obedient. To beg for the simplest things in life.

“Don’t underestimate my ability to humiliate you, darling. It will happen. But right now, I’m giving you the choice of it being another time in the privacy of our home, or in front of everyone you love.”

Laikyn Grace Minson is nothing more than a doll to be played with. A toy to be used and put on display for the world to see.

I’m the devil now and will choose who burns.

It’s part of our marriage oath. I have to bleed for him. And he will bleed for me.

“Welcome to hell, little darling. You’ll only be able to crawl as far as my chains will allow you.”

“I want you to feel me holding you down. I want you to hear yourself gasping for breath when I force you to come. And I want your eyes on mine while I make you cry. I’ll never drug you, Lake, because I don’t need you compliant. You’re now my wife, and I can take whatever I want from you.”

“Good girl.”

“Our family name would have been better off if you had been the one to die.”

he leans forward, gently kissing my forehead. I don’t know why I whimper, but the action feels too intimate. I’d rather him bend me over and fuck my pussy until I’m begging to come than show love and affection.

The action makes me moan, and he smiles. “Such a needy fucking slut,”

“Finish your makeup, Mrs. Crawford.” I don’t know why, but the way he calls me Mrs. Crawford makes it even sexier.

She gasps again, and I refrain from rolling my eyes at how dramatic she is. I don’t want to be here anymore than she does. I just want her son to bend me over, spank my ass, and call me his good fucking slut while his cock pounds into my throbbing pussy until I come all over it.

“Be careful what you wish for, little darling.”

I’m about to get fucked by my husband, who I insulted by saying his dick was small. Which was, of course, a lie.

At this point, I’ll let him do whatever the fuck he wants to me as long as I get off.

Laikyn Grace Crawford is mine. And I’ll prove it to the fucking world. If I have to carve my name all over her flawless skin, I will.

It wasn’t a don’t touch what’s mine. It was a you hurt what’s mine, and I’m going to make you pay for it.

I hate that she’s mad at me, but as long as she’s alive, that’s all that matters.

Once everyone is eliminated, I will make sure she understands how much she means to me.

He’s brutal, fucking me as a punishment. I’d beg him to let me come if I could, but instead, I just take it like the good girl I want to be.

Men like Tyson Crawford need a sacrifice, and he’s made me realize that I’d willingly be that for him. I’ve become addicted to his touch, the sound of his voice, and the way he fucks me…Goddamn, it’s unholy. But I’d gladly kneel for my Lord and let him use me however he wants.

Love? It doesn’t sound so foreign anymore. If loving someone means you’d burn the world to protect them, then I love her.

A desperate man is a dangerous one. I never understood why a man with nothing to lose is to be feared. Have you ever met a man with everything to lose? They are the ones to fear. They will do whatever it takes to make sure they keep what is theirs.

I’m going to burn the fucking city down. That’s how far I’m willing to go.

Until she’s back in my arms, I’m going to burn every person that helped take her from me.

I’m going to leave a trail that says I’m looking for my wife, and anyone who stands in my way will burn.

Why? Because the villain doesn’t give two shits about the world. All he cares about is the one thing that calms his demons, and that person for me is Lake. If I don’t have her, they take control, and all they know is to destroy.

If you’re going to piss off someone that you know will chase you down and torture you, you better be ready to get your ass fucking beat to death and take it like a man.

“I’ll show you combative.”

“If anything happens to her, I’ll carve your eyes out with a spoon and then force them down your throat. Do you understand?”

“But you? You, Laikyn Grace Crawford, are my wife. And you having our child would be the greatest gift in this world.”

My eyes drop to the woman once more, and there’s no denying who she is. It’s Whitney! My sister. My dead sister.

the loss of my collar makes my breath quicken. My sister had it on when the Spade brothers carried her out of here. I need something to replace it. It doesn’t have to shock me, but something to show the world that I belong to Tyson Crawford. I’m his Lady.

“I vow.” I manage to get out as my hips hit the Lords’ table. My hands reach out in front of me, needing to hang on to something, but there’s nothing there, so I slap them on the surface. “You vow,” he growls before his teeth sink into my neck, making my breath hitch and my body break out in goose bumps. “We vow,” we both say, and my eyes fall closed as his free hand wraps around my waist and holds me tightly as the ground comes out from underneath me.

“I thought Ashtyn was dead,” I say, and give a rough laugh. “Apparently, no one really dies.” “She was supposed to be,” he says. I look over at him and ask, “How do you know?” His baby-blue eyes briefly meet mine.

“Because I’m the Lord who was supposed to kill her.”

“It’s the last warning I’m going to give the world that if you fuck with my wife, you’ll burn in hell.”