Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“Leave us.”
“What-?”
“Get the fuck out,” he barks at her.
She lifts her chin and stomps out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
I walk over to his desk, slapping my hands down on it. “She’s not going anywhere,” I say through gritted teeth. Ashtyn’s life may never be what she wanted, but she will have one here. With me. I can make her happy. I can give her everything she wants except freedom. I won’t risk her life. Someone wants her dead; I refuse to let anyone get that close to her. “We have a deal,” I remind him.
“Saint…”
“I mean it, Father.” I don’t give a shit what her excuse or concern she has regarding Ashtyn. She’s here under my protection. “If anything happens to her-“
“She’s safe.” He raises his hand, cutting me off. “I gave you my word.” At least he remembers our last conversation.
Ending this current one, I turn to leave when he calls out my name. “Saint?”
“Yeah?” I ask, my hand on the doorknob to leave.
“We gave her to you, but she only gets one chance. If you can’t control her, she goes down to the basement where she’s free game.”
“But-“
“That’s all I can promise you, son. One chance.”
Coldness rushes through my veins at the threat, but I nod. “Understood.” Yanking the door open, I exit, shutting it. Free game? Means anyone will get a piece of her. They will rip Ashtyn to pieces down there. I can agree to whatever the fuck he says, but I’ll never let it happen. Even if I have to keep her tied to my bed or locked in my closet, I will not let it get to that point.
“She’s unstable.”
I come to a stop at the woman’s voice behind me. I turn to face her.
“She’s unpredictable. Her entire family was. I’ve been seeing her mother for years. Ashtyn too. I have a long list of reasons as to why she should be medicated and locked in a padded room.” She steps closer to me. “Remember that the next time you threaten me.” She goes to walk by me, but I reach out grab her dark hair with one hand while the other slaps over her mouth before she can scream. I slam her back into the wall, placing myself in front of her and pinning her to it.
Wide eyes stare up into mine. “If you’re going to threaten someone, you better make sure they don’t have something they can use against you.” She sucks in a breath through her flared nostrils. “I know what you did.” She tries to shake her head, but my hand on her face tightens, making her whimper into it. “I have a video of it.” Her body sags against the wall. “Touch her, and I’ll make sure it’s released.” Removing my hand from her face, she gasps in a breath.
“You wouldn’t…” She doesn’t even try to deny it. “You’d implicate yourself.”
She’s right. I’ve gone to extremes to ensure that I get what I want. Knowing that there would be consequences if anyone ever found out. The risk is worth the reward.
I smile. “That’s the thing about a man with everything to lose. I’m willing to sink the ship. And I’ll make sure you drown with me.” With that, I push off her and step into the elevator. I make my way back to my room to find Ashtyn still lying in my bed, sound asleep and naked.
I’m on the clock. Either she goes crazy and my father locks her up downstairs or I watch her slowly die inside.
I have to get her out of here. Even if it’s just for a few hours. Take her mind off this hell.
Getting an idea, I smile and pull out my cell, sending a text to Haidyn and Kashton.
Want to go for a ride?
They both respond immediately.
TWENTY-SIX
ASHTYN
I wake up to Saint yanking the covers off me. “Saint,” I groan, rolling over and giving him my back while he stands next to the bed. “I’m tired.” He kept me up most of last night. I’m so sore and want to just be lazy today. Not like I have anywhere to go or anything to do.
He waited a week after he branded me to even touch me sexually. It was the longest week of my life. I’ve begged him every day since to fuck me. My mom was right, I’ve become addicted to sex. To him fucking me into his mattress with his hands wrapped around my neck. It stops my mind from running wild with the what-ifs.
When he makes me his good girl, I’m important because I’m his. My purpose is to serve him. His lips touch mine, and I’m breathless. His hands touch me, and I burn. He ties me up and fucks me like a worthless whore and then he holds me while I cry. I’ve never been so high and so low within a matter of seconds in my life. My head hurts just thinking about it.
“Get up.” He slaps my tender ass. “We’re going out.”
I sit up, my heart racing, and I’m instantly awake. “Going out?” He smiles at me. “As in leaving Carnage?” No. I must have heard him wrong. I can’t leave here. At least, that’s what they’ve been telling me. My brother is still MIA along with my father. I’m not even sure what happened to my mother’s body. No one will tell me anything when I ask. I keep having this reoccurring dream that they burn her body in the middle of the woods, and my father is the one who lights it on fire.
“Yep.” He opens his nightstand. “But first we’ve got to get you ready.”
I frown at his choice of words.
He grabs my arm, yanking me off the bed and spins me around to face it. “Bend over, chest on the bed,” he commands.
I don’t question him. I’m too excited to get out of here. I love being here with him, but I just wish it was our place and under different circumstances. Although I’m grateful he saved me, I don’t feel safe here. But thankfully, I haven’t had to watch anyone be tortured, and my therapy session this week was like it used to be-I sat there and refused to answer any of her questions about my sex life.
I’ve tried changing my mindset to Saint and I are on vacation in the middle of nowhere, and no one can find us.
Stretching my arms out above my head, I lie across the edge of the bed smelling the clean linen sheets. My brand has healed nicely, and it no longer hurts. Every now and then, I’ll move a certain way and be reminded it’s there, but for the most part, it’s okay.
He spreads my legs wide as he stands between them. I jump when I feel his fingers on my pussy. “Saint, I’m so sore.” I remind him.
“I know, sweetheart.” His fingers run along my swollen lips to my ass, smearing what I recognize as lube. “Just relax. Can you do that for me?”
“Yeah.” I breathe, letting out a deep breath.
“Good girl,” he praises, pushing a finger into my ass. I moan, my hands gripping the sheets. He thrusts it in and out of me until I’m rocking back and forth on it.
“That’s it.” His free hand gently rubs my back. “Feels good, doesn’t it, sweetheart?”
“Mm-hmm.” I moan. My heavy eyes closing.
He adds a second finger, and I whimper. He doesn’t give me time to adjust to them before he enters a third.
I cry out rising on my tiptoes. “Saint.” I go to stand, but his hand on my back shoves me down, holding me in place.
“Almost there, Ash. So close.”
I bury my face into the mattress, arching my ass for him, and he removes them just as I think I can’t hold my breath anymore. Letting it out, I relax, but it’s short lived as I feel something hard and cold being pressed into my ass. I cry out once again, and he slides the butt plug in place, filling my ass, and it reminds me of the vow ceremony.
“Good girl.” I feel the head of his dick at my pussy.
“Saint, I need to pee…”
“You can hold it,” he argues, and tears sting my eyes at the burning sensation of him stretching me. I’m so sensitive. He grabs my arms and brings them behind my back. Pinning them in place, he fucks me into the side of the mattress. Hard and fast. His body slamming against mine.
I can tell it’s about him. I won’t get to come.
“I can feel the balls from the butt plug in your ass.” He groans. “Fuck, sweetheart.” His knees spread mine wider, and he readjusts my arms into one of his hands while the other grips my hair and shoves me face-first into the sheets.