Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“Just in case.” He removes some Band-Aids from his briefcase and drops them on top of the piano. Like they’re going to do me any fucking good.
Tyson walks him to the elevator, and then he returns. He stands with his hands in the pockets of his dress slacks. His crisp white button-up that once fit him like a glove is now wet, sticking to his skin and showing off his hard chest. My eyes drop to the way his abs flex as he breathes.
His sleeves are rolled up, showing off his tanned and muscular forearms. A Rolex watch that I know must have cost him over a hundred grand sits on his wrist. All Lords wear their crest on a ring while attending Barrington but take it off after graduation. They no longer need it. The brand on their chest is reminder enough of their devotion. My eyes drop to his wedding ring. It’s simple-a silver band. I haven’t gotten a good look at mine. But I feel it. It’s bulky and heavy, weighing me down.
I used to think he was hot. I found him attractive when my sister dated him and was jealous of her. I was so stupid. An immature little girl who didn’t understand how the world works. I hate that he looks better now than he ever did back then. How is something so stunning so evil?
He walks over to me, and with each step he gets closer, the louder my breathing gets. “Stand up and turn around,” he orders.
Getting right to it.
I stand on shaky legs and turn around to face the piano. I feel him reach up and unzip my dress. My breathing is erratic, my heart hammering in my chest. The room sways as the soft material slides down my body and pools at my feet. Heat covers every inch of my skin. All of a sudden, it’s too hot in here.
I tremble when he gently moves my hair to lay over my shoulder before his knuckles touch the top of my spine and slowly run down the curve of my back, making goose bumps rise all over. “Don’t be nervous,” he whispers, and I close my eyes tightly to keep from crying.
I’m trembling. My heels are shaking on the marble floor, and I can feel the sweat beading across my forehead.
I feel like I’ve turned my back on my sister. Even though I don’t have a choice in the matter, she would still hate me for what’s about to happen. She loved him. He just didn’t love her in return. Not the way she deserved.
“Face me,” he softly commands.
Taking in a shaky breath, I slowly turn to face him but keep my eyes closed.
“Look at me, Lake.” His hand cups my cheek, and I open my watery eyes to meet his. His thumb brushes over my parted lips and I sniff. His eyes drop to my neck and then my chest, following the blood from when he cut me with the dagger at our wedding.
Blood is our oath. I had to bleed for him in front of his fucking cult. And I’ll bleed for him now when he rips my innocence away.
His knuckles run down my sternum and outline the top of my white strapless bra. Reaching around me, he brushes his lips on my ear while I feel him undo it. The material falls to our feet seconds later, making me whimper.
When he pulls back, his baby-blue eyes darken while devouring my breasts. I hate that my nipples are hard. I’ve waited so long for this moment. To become a woman. I wished I could have done it a hundred times with him. Back before he took the one thing that meant everything to me.
“I’m going to take it easy on you,” he speaks softly, “because it’s your first time.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, hating that he’s going to have so much power over me. That I’m going to have to thank him for everything. I will forever rely on him for food, shelter, fucking survival. Men like Tyson don’t allow women to have their own careers or lives for that matter. They are owned. A Lady doesn’t need to know who she is. She belongs to her Lord, and serving him is all that matters in their lives.
His hand grips my chin and lifts my face so I have to meet his cold stare. “It’s still going to hurt, Lake.”
My stomach ties in knots, but my pussy pulses. I don’t understand it. Why is my body reacting to him when my mind knows it’s not right.
“And afterward, I won’t give you the courtesy of going easy,” he adds. “Do you understand?”
“Y-yes.” My voice wavers, and my feet shift in my heels.
He pulls away and gives me his back, ordering, “Go to the bedroom and lie on the bed.”
ELEVEN
TYSON
I can hear her heavy breathing fill the room while doing as she’s told. I wasn’t lying when I told her I’d go easy this one time. Of course, my easy isn’t soft, but it’s better than what I have planned for her in the future. She will learn to love being whipped, chained, and gagged when I fuck her. The daughter of Frank Minson will crawl on her hands and knees while begging me to use her however I want.
Her parents hate me. They blame me for Whitney’s death. I don’t give a fuck what they think. They were the ones who failed both of their daughters. One is dead, and the other will be wishing that soon.
I stay in the living room, watching the heavy rain hit the floor-to-ceiling windows while undoing my button-up. Shrugging the wet material off my shoulders, I pour myself another drink and throw it back, making sure not to let it go to waste. It’s Dalmore-a fifty-year-old whiskey, courtesy of her father. He had given Luke this room tonight. A sick way for him to make sure she bled when they consummated their marriage. I’ll make sure to leave him a visual. Just in case the scene I put on at the Cathedral wasn’t enough.
Her soft cries filter down from the hall, interrupting my thoughts. I won’t let it get to me. She’s a means to an end. My chance at revenge. It’s nothing personal. I saw an opportunity and took it. If Lake knew what I was really doing, she’d thank me.
Finishing off the drink, I set it on the table. Toeing off my shoes, I undo my dress slacks and push them and my boxers down my legs before removing my socks.
I walk down the hallway and enter the only bedroom in this three-thousand-square-foot suite. I turn on the light. It’s the middle of the day, but the storm outside makes the room darker than it would normally be at this time. The curtains are open on the far wall, which is nothing but floor-to-ceiling windows, showing off the city.
Laikyn sits up in the bed, her back to the headboard. The rose petals that once covered the white duvet are now littered across the floor. Tears silently run down her face. Making my way over to the bed, I stand beside it, and her eyes meet mine through her watery lashes.
I reach out, my knuckles brushing her tears. “Lie down, little darling. Flat on your back. Let me see what’s mine.”
She sniffs, but slowly pushes off the headboard to lie down, her eyes on the ceiling. Mine run over her body. All she wears is white lace underwear that sit high on her narrow hips and a matching garter up on her thigh.
Her skin is flawless, no tattoos, no piercings, no scars. She was sheltered. After her sister died, her family put her on lockdown. Her parents aren’t stupid. The fact that their father is a Lord should be reason enough to protect your children. Both her mother and father knew the possibility of either one of them being hurt. They just didn’t give a fuck.
I reach out and place my hands on her legs, and they shake while she takes in a deep breath. I slide my hands up her smooth thighs and grip her underwear before pulling them down her closed legs along with the garter and tossing them onto the floor. “Spread your legs,” I order.
Her shaking hands come up to her face and covers herself from me. I should tie her down, restrain her to the bed so she can’t hide. But even I understand that may be too much right now. I’ve got the rest of my life to degrade her, use her. Honestly, I’m not even in the mood to fuck her, but we’re here to prove a point.
That she’s mine.
I reach up and wrap my hand around her fragile neck, squeezing until her eyes pop open. Her hands grip my wrists, trying to free herself with no such luck. Her hips lift off the bed, trying to get any kind of leverage to get free. “I gave you an order, little darling. You don’t want me to say it twice.”
Her heels dig into the white duvet that she lies on as her trembling legs part. I release her neck and run my fingers down her heaving chest, over her flat stomach and look at her shaved pussy. For someone so innocent, she’s been groomed for what her husband would like.
The bed dips at my weight as I sit between them. She sucks in a shaky breath as I hold them wide open with my knees. I run my thumb over her pussy, spreading her lips. She’s not wet, but I didn’t expect her to be. I lean over, and spit falls from my mouth onto her cunt. She makes a gagging sound.
Spit is the least of her worries. When I’m done with her, she’ll kneel with an open mouth, begging for me to spit down her throat like it’s on fire and only I can put it out.
I rub my fingers over it, pushing one into her.
She whimpers, her hands reaching out to the side and grab the bed. Her face scrunching at the invasion. “Tyson,” she gasps.
I am going to use her as my toy. She will crawl, cry, and beg me to fuck her. That’s what the Lords taught me to do. To take and take. Sex is power, and she will be no different. I shove two fingers into her, and she whimpers. I pump them in and out before forcing a third into her, opening her wide, and she cries out. “Feel that, Lake?” I slowly pull them out before entering them again. “That’s your pussy getting wet for me.”
Her cries grow louder, and her back arches off the bed.
Pulling them out, I slap her cunt, making her scream. Her body twists, trying to free itself between my legs, but there’s nowhere for her to go.
Shoving her legs farther apart with mine, I grab the base of my dick and run the head along her soaked cunt. I push into her, her back bowing off the bed while a scream is ripped from her lips.
Leaning over her body, I slap my hand over her mouth, silencing her, and pull back before pushing forward, my cock entering her more. Her hands grip my forearms, her sharp nails digging into my skin.
Her thighs tighten against mine, trying her hardest to close them, but I keep them spread wide open for me.
“That’s it,” I growl through gritted teeth, pulling back and pushing in again, more this time. Loving the feel of her tight pussy hugging my dick. “Take my cock, Lake. Let me use you.”
She tries to shake her head free of my hand, but I keep a tight grip on it. Her eyes open and look up at me as tears fall down the side of her face. Her once perfect makeup has been smeared from the rain and more so now from crying.
“Fuck.” I pull out and then shove forward, and her neck arches. Sitting up, I remove my hand from her mouth.
“Tyson,” she cries, her back arching off the bed, nipples hard.