Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
He thrusts so hard that my head falls off the edge, and I see an upside-down image of Cindy’s body slumped in the chair. Her face wet from her tears, and hair a tangled mess. Her body starts to become spotty as dizziness takes over.
My eyes fall shut, and the blood rushes in my ears, blocking out the sound of his grunts. My body is floating, rising like a balloon. Higher and higher to the sky. The pain making it even more pleasurable and the choice to freely give him control.
It’s addicting, like I imagine a drug would be. I feel giddy, almost high. My pussy clenches around him, and he hisses in a breath when my body reacts, and I come all over his dick. That wave of heat rushes over me, and he lets go of my throat.
Sucking in a breath, I start coughing but it doesn’t slow him down. I feel a rush of blood and loss of the little focus I had left. He thrusts into me one more time, and I feel him pulsing. He comes inside me, just like he said he was going to do.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
RYAT
I LOOK DOWN and watch my semi-hard cock slip out of her as cum drips from her wet cunt. I run my fingers through it and then shove them into her, making her moan. “Gotta make sure she gets every drop,” I say, and she rocks her hips back and forth on my fingers. She’s such a needy slut for me.
“Ryat,” she coughs out my name, still trying to catch her breath while her body shakes uncontrollably.
“Shh,” I tell her, pulling them out. Leaning over, I kiss her flat stomach. She tangles her fingers in my hair, and I kiss her soft skin again, trailing down to her pussy. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant, Blake,” I whisper against her skin, my tongue licking her cunt, tasting her and myself.
She whimpers at my words.
I’ve never really thought about kids. I mean, sure, I knew I’d have them someday. But ever since she’s returned, it’s all I think about. Her swollen belly and enlarged tits. I want Blakely Rae Archer pregnant with my child, and I’m going to get it.
Throwing her shaking legs over my shoulders, I kneel on the concrete floor at the edge of the table and stick my tongue inside her. Keeping my eyes open, I watch her squirm before me. Her hands grip her breasts, and she pinches her hard nipples.
My girl likes it to hurt a little. That’s what gets her off.
I don’t stop. I could watch her come over and over and never get tired of it. I could say it’s a control thing, but it’s more than that. It’s the fact that I’m the only one who has ever seen her like this. So vulnerable and unable to control her cravings.
She’s become my obsession, but I know I’ve also become hers.
Her body thrashes on the table, and I reach around her legs, my thumb playing with her clit while her hips ride my face. She arches her back, her breathing picking up once again, and her thighs clench down around my face, holding it in place, coming for a second time.
I suck on her cunt like it’s my own personal honey-flavored sucker, filling my mouth with her sweet taste. Her body sags to the table, her legs falling off my shoulders. Pulling away, I lean over the table, standing over her body, and grip her face. She looks up at me through heavy eyes. They’re still unfocused from my hand around her throat, restricting her air. Squeezing her cheeks, she understands what I want and the tip of her pink tongue darts out, slowly running across her lips before she parts them for me, opening wide. Leaning down, I spit into her mouth.
“Taste yourself,” I order, watching her cum slide down her tongue to the back of her throat. Closing her lips, she swallows, and I press my lips to hers, wanting another taste.
She moans, her tongue meeting mine for a quick kiss before I pull away and she sucks in a breath.
Reaching up, I grab the back of my shirt and rip it up over my head. “Here, you need to wear something while I carry you to the house.”
She lets me help her sit up, and I place my shirt over her head. Now that I know Matt is aware of where we live, I need to make sure she’s never outside uncovered, no matter what time of the day or night it is. This also means I need blackout curtains for all the windows in the living room. Too many opportunities for him to watch her.
He could be sitting outside right now because he knew Cindy was here.
“Fuck!” I hiss. I had forgotten about her.
“What?” Blake asks, her body tensing.
“I’ll take care of it,” I tell her, yanking the shirt down to cover her.
“Of what?” she asks, and then her eyes fall on the dead girl in the room. “I want to help you.”
“Blake …”
“Ryat, let me help you.”
Letting out a sigh, I nod. I can’t leave her here alone anyway. I have to take care of a couple of things tonight. She doesn’t know it, but I’m about to test her again. Only difference is this time I won’t blame her if she doesn’t pass. “Okay. We have to go get my SUV first.”
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I’M DRIVING DOWN the two-lane road, my headlights illuminating what’s ahead when my cell goes off, and I pick it up to check it really quick.
Ready!
Exactly what I wanted to see. I had made a phone call while I had Blake pack a bag for us. We’re not going back to the cabin tonight, possibly not for a while. I exit the text from Gunner and drop it back into my lap. Pulling off the main road, I turn into the open gate.
“What are we doing here?” Blake asks, sitting up straighter.
“Taking care of business,” I say vaguely. She’ll find out soon enough. The cathedral comes into view, and I pull into a parking spot. We’re the only ones here right now. “Come on.” I turn off the SUV.
Getting out, we both go to the back of the vehicle, and I open the hatch. “Take this.” I hand Blake a shovel. Then I grab the body wrapped in plastic and throw it over my shoulder. “You okay?” Looking over at her, I make sure she doesn’t want to bolt or stay here instead of following me.
She nods in answer.
Adjusting the weight on my shoulder, I start walking away from the SUV and to the side of the building. Blake follows me silently around to the back. We pass the spot where I first fucked her after the vow ceremony and keep going. It’s getting darker the farther we get from the cathedral. “Almost there,” I tell her.
Coming up to an old wrought-iron gate, I stop. “Open that, please,” I ask her.
She rushes past me and removes the broken lock and pushes it open, the creaking sound making her flinch, and she quickly looks around as if someone will hear it.
We enter the graveyard, and I walk over to the right, where I know there’s a spot. Dropping the body to the ground, I reach out for the shovel.
Blake hands it to me, not saying a word, and I start digging.
BLAKELY
RYAT GRUNTS, PUSHING the end of the shovel into the ground and then stomps on it, digging a grave. It only took me a second to figure out why we’re here.
Looking out over the graveyard, I see most of the headstones are the same-small with nothing but a first and last name and the dates they were born and died. No beloved father, or loving mother … nothing further mentioned like you usually see. Some are completely blank.
“What is this place?” I ask him.
“An old burial ground,” he answers, shoving the tip in again before tossing the excess dirt to the side.
“Why are we burying her here?” I wonder. “Aren’t you afraid someone will find her?” They use the cathedral for the vow ceremony, but it could be for more things for all I know.
“Lords, chosen ones, and Ladies are buried here … Well, that’s not the total truth. It’s more complicated than that.” He stops digging and looks up at me. His eyes look a darker shade of green with only the moonlight. Or maybe I’m just seeing them that way because of what I just witnessed him do to Cindy.
“Mostly members who betray their oath, but if a member has to kill someone, they too are buried here. If a member dies of natural causes, then they are buried wherever they want.” He shrugs carelessly, going back to digging. “Or cremated. They get the privilege of choosing before they die.”
I bite my bottom lip. “How many have you buried here?”
Stopping again, he shoves the tip into the ground and places his forearm on it, using it for support. I can see a small shine on his forehead where he’s started to sweat from the work. “Seven.”
I swallow and nod my head. “How many of them were Lords?”
“About half.”