Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
Once I’ve looked at everything else in the room, my eyes finally fall to the guests. Alex stands with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes on mine. Finn stands next to him, playing with his damn knife. Jenks stands to the far left of them, typing away on his phone. And then my eyes fall on the chair between them. Nate sits in it. He’s glaring at me.
I feel hands on my shoulders, and I jump.
“Calm down, princess.” Colt leans down and kisses my cheek. “Nate here has been talking about you tonight.”
“What was he saying?” Frowning, I ask Colt as if Nate isn’t right in front of me.
“That you’re a fucking whore,” Nate snaps. He goes to get out of the chair, but Alex grips his hair and forces him back down into the seat, making a growl come from his pursed lips. I realize his hands are behind his back when he shakes his upper body, trying to get loose with no success. They must have restrained him.
“I … I don’t understand,” I say, my hands shaking. “You were just trying to force me to leave with you.” I take a step closer to Nate.
Colt’s body stiffens. “He was?”
I nod, swallowing. “Yes. He grabbed my arm.” I hold it out, and just as I expected, there’s already a bruise forming where Nate had ahold of it. “He was trying to drag me out of the house. Said that we were leaving together.”
“That’s … interesting.” Colt gives a laugh that holds no humor.
“She’s lying!” Nate yells. “You’re going to believe her? She’s a fucking liar.”
Colt snorts, and his eyes meet mine. “Raylee is a lot of things, but she doesn’t lie. Do you, princess?”
I shake my head. “Why would I lie about that? I’ve been ignoring you. I told you it was over and that I want nothing to do with you.”
Nate shakes his head quickly and looks over at Colt. “She begged me. Begged me to take her home-“
Alex punches Nate in the side of his face, shutting him up. “I’ve heard enough of that,” he states, rubbing his knuckles.
Colt arches a brow at me, and I shake my head. The need to explain myself has me licking my lips nervously. “That’s not true. I never …”
Reaching up, he wraps his hand around my neck, and I trail off. His green eyes search mine before he smiles. “I know he’s lying.”
I let out a shaky breath. I’m not sure why I care that Colt believes me. Maybe it’s more the fact of him not believing Nate.
Colt tilts his head to the side in thought. “I think he’s just confused. What do you think, boys?”
“Definitely,” Finn agrees.
“He’s obviously never seen her beg,” Alex adds, making Jenks and Finn laugh.
“Let’s show him.” Colt releases my neck and steps back from me.
His words make my stomach turn in the best way. I hate that it excites me. This is wrong. I shake my head. “We shouldn’t-“
“Come here,” Colt orders, and his voice seems to boom through the quiet, little house. He’s now standing by the couch across from the chair where Nate sits and the others stand.
My pussy tightens at the command in his voice. All business. He knows I can’t deny that. Fuck, I hate him so much. Tears prick my eyes that he puts me in these situations that I crave. Why can’t another guy do this? Why couldn’t Nate have been this way? Or any other man on this planet, for that matter?
“Don’t make me say it again, princess,” Colt warns.
My feet move on their own, walking over a plush white rug to stand in front of him. My head hangs low, staring at the black heels I chose to wear tonight. I almost wore tennis shoes, thinking that my feet would hurt. Little did I know they’d be the least of my worries.
He puts his finger under my chin and lifts my head to where I must look up at him. A single tear runs down my cheek.
“Crying already?” he asks with a smirk on his lips. My hands itch to slap his pretty-boy face.
He said he’d make me a sobbing mess, begging for a release. I believed every word he had said. Maybe this was his plan all along. I thought he meant in front of everyone at the party, but he meant in front of my ex.
Reaching out, he grips my chin. His fingers dig into my skin, forcing a whimper from my parted lips. Holding me in place, he lowers his face to mine. “I love it when you cry,” he whispers before running the tip of his tongue along my face, tasting my tear that had just fallen. “It makes my cock hard.”
My eyes fall shut, and the room feels like it’s tilting. The last drink Colt made me down must be hitting me. About time.
I feel his hot breath on my face as he moves to my ear. He starts nibbling on it, forcing a shiver out of me. “What are you, princess?” he growls in my ear.
“Your slut,” I answer breathlessly, so easily falling into that role that he’s taught me to crave.
“And what are you going to do for me?” His lips trail down to my neck as he tilts my head to the side by my chin.
“Anything,” I respond desperately.
“You’re such a good girl,” he praises, and my legs tremble at the thought of pleasing him.
I love when he calls me that almost as much as his slut.
He pulls away and lets go of me, making me feel cold. Before he walks off, he commands, “Get undressed and sit on the couch.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
COLTON
I LIED, BUT she didn’t catch it. I didn’t know if Nate was talking shit about her to his friends, but the sorry bastard told on himself like I was hoping he would. I can’t figure out why he’d want to leave the party with her. Where would he have taken her? That video of her and me humiliated him to his friends. Everyone who’s watched it assumes it was recent. Since they started dating. So him trying to get her to leave with him has me questioning just what the fuck he was up to with my girl.
I go over to the table that sits in the kitchen area. Mike’s parents are renovating the upstairs loft, which means the construction workers are leaving shit all over the place. I had the guys gather some things that we could use. This place couldn’t be more perfect for what I’m about to do to Raylee.
When I saw her talking to Nate, I knew I had to do something. Then Mitch came up to me, asking if everything was okay. I always liked him. We got along easily. He knew to stay the fuck away from Raylee. And he knew that I couldn’t just let Nate touch my girl like that in front of everyone at his party. He told me to do what I needed to but to use Mike’s house. Where no one would find us.
Picking up what I need, I turn and lean against the table, watching her. She silently undresses, standing in front of the couch. Reaching down, she grips the hem of her dress and pulls it up and over her head. She sucks her stomach in, showing her ribs as she takes a deep breath before tossing it to the side. Her curled hair falls down over her breasts, and I have the urge to tell her to pull it up and out of the way but refrain.
She goes to sit down, thinking she’s done, when I speak. “Thong too.” She pauses and looks at me. “Naked.”
Biting her bottom lip, she only hesitates for a second before she grips the lace sides and pushes them down her long, lean legs, and places it on the coffee table. Sitting down, she slips her right foot out of her heels.
“Leave those on,” I say, and she nods, slipping her foot back into it.
“You guys are fucking sick,” Nate spits out. “I’m not going to watch this shit! She was my girlfriend!” he yells, his face going red.
I grab a roll of duct tape off the table and toss it over to Alex, who catches it midair. “You’ll talk when we tell you to,” I say.
Nate tries to fight them, but Finn grabs his hair, holding him in place while Alex takes the duct tape and wraps it around his head a few times before tearing it off and tossing it onto the coffee table.
I wait to see if Raylee says anything, but she doesn’t. Instead, her eyes drop to what I hold in my hand, and her breathing picks up. Pushing off the table, I walk over to the side of the couch so I don’t block Nate’s view of her. I push her bleach blond hair off her chest so I can see her tits. I slide my hand down her sternum, watching her nipples harden at the simple touch and her body silently begging me for more.
“What do you say?” I ask, lowering my hand over her stomach.
“Please?” she whispers.
I drop what’s in my hand and grip her hair, yanking her head back so she has to look up at me hovering over her. “I didn’t hear you. What does a slut do, princess?”