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I glance at Lincoln, and he shakes his head, knowing my silent question. The only way I’ll get a knife is if I take his. Challenge accepted.
Right now, I represent all of us. I’m not fighting them; I’m fighting for them. For us as a team.
Don’t ever let a pretty face and tits fool you. A woman can be just as ruthless as a Lord.
“What a waste.” “You’re the waste.”
Nothing is worse than not being able to plead your case. Especially when you’re innocent.
I won’t go soft to save someone else’s ass. Not when mine’s on the line.
Like it’s impossible he could ever have a woman her age be interested in him. He’s right. But men get stupid when they see a pretty face with tits and an ass.
I’ve watched some fucked up shit over the past few years when it comes to porn. And even I’ve been amazed at what some women are into. Or found what I’m going to be into once I can fuck again.
“Did you two set me up for a payday?” I give a rough laugh. “Even you couldn’t afford to pay the Lords what they charge.” It’s never money. No, they demand your soul.
“You’ve got twenty-four hours to pull out, or the Lords will make sure you don’t win,”
Nothing is more terrifying than a man thinking he fucked an underage girl.
The Lords have decided who they want to sit in as a senator, and my task was to make sure he wins. No matter the cost. It worked just as I planned. No man can pass up pussy.
Once I’m branded, the only way out is death. And it will come. The question is, will it be because of me or them? Only time will tell.
“Only those who disobey their oath are terminated. Do you intend on doing that?” “Not today,”
“She has a sister. You can have them both if you like?” Isn’t that kind of them.
“You can’t force a chosen,” I snap, fighting the guy sitting on my back. “That’s why it’s called a chosen. She chooses her Lord.”
This very reason is why they make us abstain from sex until our senior year. They want to reward you for your loyalty. What’s more rewarding than saying here, take this girl and fucking use her however you want
Of course, I have ulterior motives as to why I’m here with her today, but only I know that.
Her soft cries and heavy breathing fill the large building. I slap my hand over her mouth, silencing her. Right now is all about me. She’s mine to fuck. A chosen one is a slave to her Lord, like the Lord is a servant to his society.
My least favorite place to fuck is in water, but when you’ve been deprived of something that brings so much pleasure, it’s earth shattering.
I’ll take her home and use her all night long. However I want. Come tomorrow morning, I’ll tie her facedown, naked, with a gag in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes and leave her there while I go to my classes and pretend they matter. All while livestreaming it to my phone from all the cameras I have set up in my room, just like I was instructed to 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.
Colton asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Keep the place from burning down,”
The naked guy chained to the wall mumbles nonsense through his gag, but I ignore him. I’ll take care of him later. Not like he’s in a hurry to die.
We are bred for the sole purpose of power. Control in numbers.
It cost a whopping two million. Two million dollars for a fucking dress?
Give me a beer, a cheap hoodie, and a hat to hide my three-day old mop of bleach-blond hair, and I’m happy.
I’ve never been religious, and I’m not going to fall to my knees and start worshipping a man now.
The Cathedral is to a Lord as a church is to a religion—their sanctum.
I could be walking down the aisle in blue jeans and a T-shirt or lingerie. Doesn’t matter.
It's like the world knows I've been destined for a lifetime of servitude to a man I'd rather kill than kneel and suck his dick.
“Get the fuck out!” my brother yells at them. “Or I’ll call security.” “Go ahead.” Tyson shrugs. “I replaced your guards with my own.”
“What do you want, you fucking bastard?” I demand. My body twists under his grip. “Just you. Forever,” he answers simply.
“Either your brother walks you down the aisle and gives you away to me, or Ryat slits his throat, and he hands you over to me himself with Miller’s blood on them.”
“You’ve got two choices here, Lake.” Her pretty tear-filled blue eyes search mine. “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.”
“Ah, begging me already?” It’s like fucking music to my ears.
“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.”
“Don’t cry, Lake. You’ll ruin your makeup. I’ll do that later.”
I can tell she’s had her tits done. That’s Luke’s doing. The Lord knows what he likes, and he had time to transform his future wife into exactly that. She’s been groomed to perfection just how he wants her.
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 don’t want her to hurt herself before she takes my name.
She had a fear of burning to death, and they cremated her.
Not sure why they chose to do a traditional funeral and bury her ashes in a twenty-thousand-dollar box, but I didn’t have a say.
If I had a heart, I’d say it feels for them. But I don’t.
Now I realize they are their own kind of prison, collecting us as prisoners. They chain us to them with no escape.
I will not cry in front of these elitist assholes.
A veil covers her pretty face. If she didn’t need to say her vows, I’d have made her open her mouth and filled it with a ball gag. Wouldn’t that have been a sight?
She’ll crawl if I tell her to. Won’t that be a sight?
The Laikyn Minson I remember had more self-respect than that. I’m going to test her every chance I get just to see how much it’ll take for her to break. It took three years for Luke to make her what he wanted. I’ll do it in much less.
