Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
To the world she died, and soon, her body will be placed in the ground. That’s if the Spade brothers leave any of it to be buried.
“So Lake will be left with your empire. Now, I’m not sure she wants it, but I’ve got our family to think about. Our twins-a boy and a girl. She’s giving me the best of both worlds,” I say with a smile. “Well, like I was saying, Blackout isn’t what I want to leave them. I’ve got plenty of years to get Minson Hotels & Resorts how I want it to be before I hand it over to our children.” Wrapping my hand around the handle of the knife, I yank it out, and his body shakes uncontrollably. Spit and blood flying out from around his gagged mouth onto his chest.
“But I’ve got to make a point.” I pull the Zippo out of my pocket once again. “So I’m going to burn this one down and call it a loss.” He shakes his head, as if I wasn’t going to kill him. Leaning down, I place my face right in front of his as I speak, making sure he can hear me over his pathetic sobs. “It’s the last warning I’m going to give the world that if you fuck with my wife, you’ll burn in hell.”
Using my thigh, I light it on my jeans and then toss it onto the bed, watching it catch fire.
RYAT
I enter her apartment, knowing that she’s home alone. I made sure of it. Pushing her bedroom door open, I find her lying on the bed. She’s on her back, her hands up by her head. Eyes closed and breathing deeply. Passed out.
She took the GHB.
I figured she would. People in our world are always looking for a way to escape reality. I needed another taste of her, and there are rules for a reason.
Walking over to the side of the bed, I pull the covers off her to find she had changed into an oversized T-shirt before it kicked in. I fist the material in my hands, thinking it belongs to her cheating ex. Yanking it up, I see she’s got on a pair of black lace underwear. Letting go of the shirt, I place my hand on her flat stomach and slide the tips of my fingers into the fabric. Teasing myself.
My cock is hard, straining against my zipper. I want to fuck her so bad. Ever since I saw her sprawled out on the floor, I wanted to take her dark hair in my hands and shove my dick down her throat and make her pretty blue eyes cry.
The rules of the ritual are simple.
The chosen must offer herself. She has shown me interest by showing up at the party. If there was any doubt what she was doing there-my bedroom proved she wanted something. Even if it was just revenge on Matt. I’ll take that. That’s something I can use.
Typically, the chosen one and the Lord know each other. They’ve been friends, or they’ve dated. Few instances are like Blakely and me-when the Lord is forced to pick a certain chosen one. There are women at Barrington who would kill to be a chosen. Serving a Lord is an honor for them. Matt has kept her in the dark for a reason. He didn’t want her to know what was going on. He thought it didn’t matter, and she was a sure thing for him. Now that’s no longer a possibility. So, his reasons for keeping her in the dark have changed.
I wouldn’t say she would have been my first choice because I never thought of her like that. Is she hot? Yeah. But I knew she was off-limits. Even after I was given the order, I had reservations. That was until I started planting myself in her life. I’ve been following her for several weeks now. Then after the little taste she gave me-I’ve been salivating, wanting more. If I had revealed myself to her in my bedroom that night, she wouldn’t have allowed me to touch her.
If the chosen one accepts, she is yours until you no longer have use for her. She won’t remember that motherfucker’s name after I have my way with her.
Slowly, I hook my fingers into her underwear and pull them down her tan legs, letting my knuckles graze her smooth skin. Gripping her thighs, I push them apart and crawl onto the bed to kneel between them. I look over her shaved pussy, bringing the fabric to my face. I inhale, my cock jerking in my pants. Fuck, I need to be inside her, but that can’t happen tonight. Not yet.
The rules are clear, but they don’t say anything about playing with her. They allow us just enough to hang ourselves. The Lords are always testing us.
I throw the underwear to the floor and slide my hands up the inside of her thighs to her cunt. I bite my lip, spreading her lips open for me. “Goddamn,” I whisper, slipping a finger inside her.
She’s not wet, but I didn’t expect her to be. Bringing my finger to my mouth, I suck on it up to my knuckle and then slide it back in, gently testing the waters while my eyes go to her face.
Her head is tilted to the left, her dark hair covering her pillow, and her breathing remains unfazed. I reach up with my free hand and shove her shirt up farther to expose her chest to me. I smile at the fact she’s not wearing a bra. Her breasts are fucking amazing. Round and firm, they fit in my hand perfectly with pretty pink nipples and small areolas.
Looking back down at her pussy, it’s getting wetter. I remove my finger and add another one. She still doesn’t move.
My girl has proven that I own her, and I can’t wait to show her just what that means.
I start to get more and more aggressive. Her head moves to the other side, and a whimper escapes her lips. I didn’t give her very much GHB because of her small size. I didn’t want her to experience too many side effects. I just needed her to be drowsy and impaired to the point I could play with her. Plus, it can increase an urge for sex.
She arches her back for me, her lips parting, and I watch the way her nipples harden as her pussy tightens around my fingers.
I readjust myself on the bed, placing my left hand by her head. I lean all my weight on it while forcing a third finger into her tight cunt. My cock twitches with anticipation to be inside her. To be the first there. To own her.
Her breath catches, and I gently kiss the corner of her lips. “Beautiful.”
“Ryat.” She moans.
“Yeah, Blake. It’s me,” I tell her, and she whimpers. Even drugged and only half-conscious, she knows I’m the one touching her.
I begin to finger-fuck her roughly while my thumb plays with her clit. Her body rocks back and forth, making her tits bounce and the bed squeak. She lets out a cry when her pussy clamps down, and she comes all over my fingers.
Something about having her like this-having total control over her body-is very powerful. Knowing she willingly took something I gave her without any knowledge of what it was. She’s craving to be owned, to be dominated, to be mine.
I stop, and her eyes remain closed. Bringing my fingers to her mouth, I rub them over her parted lips, smearing her cum across them like icing. “Soon, little one,” I tell her before I stick them in my own mouth, licking them clean. Tasting that fucking honey that I’ve been craving after she gave herself to me in my bedroom.
Pushing off the bed, I move to a sitting position between her shaking legs. I reach down and grab the collar of the oversized shirt and rip it down the middle. “I’ll burn this,” I say to myself, pulling her arms out of it, knowing that I’m one step closer to owning her and erasing any trace of Matt.
Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out the card and lay it on her nightstand. Now I wait.
EPILOGUE TWO
TYSON
Eighteen years later
I exit the master bathroom to find our bed empty. Frowning, I shrug on my button-up and make my way down the hallway to the kitchen. My wife stands at the stove cooking breakfast while our son stands next to her texting away on his cell.
“Good morning,” I say cheerfully.
“Morning,” he mumbles, not bothering to look up.
My wife’s eyes meet mine, and she gives me a big smile. “Morning.” Abandoning the stove, she walks toward me, and I meet her halfway. Pushing her dark hair out of her face, I cup her cheeks and lean down, giving her a long kiss, hoping she understands that I’m about to drag her back to bed and bury myself between her thighs. She’s been mine long enough to know that I like to start my day with her screaming my name.
“Gross,” Halston whines, and pockets his cell.
I pull away from my wife, smiling, and look around the kitchen and dining room. “Where’s your sister?” I wonder.
“She stayed with Annaleigh last night,” he answers.
My wife goes back over to the stove to finish what she was doing. I pull out my phone and track Hartlyn’s car but frown when I see it’s in our garage.
“How do you know Hartlyn stayed with Annaleigh last night?” I ask Halston.
His baby-blue eyes meet mine. He’s on my side. He and I are a united front in this house. We protect the women we love, and no matter how much he and his sister fight, he’d kill for her without thought. “Annaleigh picked her up last night. They were going to see a movie and then stay over at her parents’.”
I pull up Sin’s number.
ME: Was Hartlyn at your house last night?
You can never be too careful. Lake would kill me if she knew I have a tracker on Hartlyn’s car, but that’s one fight I’m not afraid to have with Lake. She argues we have to trust them. Fuck that shit. I know what boys her age think about. I was once one, and in our world, you can never be too careful.
“I’ve got a meeting with Blakely today,” Lake tells me as I put my cell away.
“What time do I need to be there?” I ask her. She and Blake are starting their own business.
After my wife had our children, she wanted to stay home with them. It was important to her that our kids grew up with a different life than we had. And I couldn’t argue with her on that. As a parent, you want what’s best for your children. We are still a Lord and Lady, and our kids will never be what society considers “normal.”
They’re about to graduate high school. Halston and Hartlyn plan on attending Barrington University. Halston wants to be a Lord, and although my wife isn’t happy about it, we’ve raised him and his sister to have a mind of their own. To make their own choices.
Choices have consequences. I’ve told him just like my father told me. I can only hope that he doesn’t make the same mistakes I did. But if given the chance, I’d make them all again if it meant I’d get Lake in the end.