Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
Picking up the pack of cigarettes on the table outside, I light one up and take a long drag, enjoying the burn of the nicotine as it enters my lungs.
Ashtyn is in the next room, just down the hall, and I’m not sure what to do about that. I’ve avoided her since Saint returned with her for a reason. I don’t want to make things awkward for her.
I pull my phone out of my pocket and hover over Charlotte’s number. I want to see her. No, that’s a lie. I want to fuck her. She’ll think I want a session to talk about my feelings or tell her I’m suicidal and need help.
That’s sure as fuck not what I want from her. I want her on her knees while my cock fucks that pretty face. I want her gagging and crying with my hand tangled in her long dark hair, watching her cry. But that won’t be happening.
Instead, I texted one of David’s girls an hour ago. I’m tired of the same ole pussy, but it’s the only option I have right now. Charlotte isn’t going to let me near her. Not yet. I saw the way she reacted to my vulgar words. She’ll come around, but it’ll take time. Until then, I’ll fuck what I pay for.
Kash, Saint, and I are at Blackout. I needed a night away from Carnage and Ashtyn. I think we’re all on edge since she’s returned, but for different reasons, and it’s only been a couple of days. I’ve avoided her other than the one incident when she was crying in the hallway outside my room. I wasn’t going to let that dipshit put his hands on her. She belongs to Saint. That’s his job now.
We’re standing in front of the bar on the first floor while “In My Mind,” by Dynoro and Gigi D’Agostino plays throughout the club. The lights flash to the beat of the music, and it’s giving me a fucking headache. I wanted to get out and ride a bit tonight, but now I regret it.
Tyson offered us free drinks. I took him up on it. We’re on our bikes, so I’m sipping my first one.
My eyes are glued to the woman out on the dance floor. She looks so different from the way I usually see her. She’s dressed in a pair of jean shorts that sit low on her hips and cut high up on her legs, with a white T-shirt tied into a knot right underneath her breasts. I knew they were larger than they appeared in her blouse. Her dark hair is up in a messy bun, and she’s dancing by herself as if no one is watching. Her ass sways back and forth, and her eyes are closed as if she’s feeling the beat.
“You can’t be serious, man. She’s what? Maybe five-foot-two and a hundred pounds. You’re six-seven and like two fifty. You’d destroy her,” Kash jokes, seeing what I’m staring at. “Not to mention, I’m pretty sure she’s a virgin. You’d scare that poor girl to death.”
They haven’t been around her. As far as I know, they’ve never had any real conversations. I’m not sure why he thinks he knows so much about her.
“Isn’t that the best part? Seeing how much they can take before they break?” I speak before throwing back what’s left of my drink.
I saw her the moment we stepped out of Tyson’s office when we arrived. It was like I could feel her presence, and my eyes went right to her. Maybe I’m just that hung up on the brunette. She’s probably the only woman I’ve spent that much time with and haven’t fucked. That’s why I prefer to pay for sex. They don’t need a pointless conversation and to be cuddled afterward.
But fuck, do I want to. I had a whore on her knees with my cock in her mouth when Saint barged into my bedroom after I texted him about Ashtyn earlier this morning. I finished before I helped him take care of the Lord who had manhandled his wife. Then I went back and fucked her some more, but it wasn’t enough. It never is. I’m chasing a high that I’m not reaching. And the thought of walking up to Charlotte, fisting her hair, and pulling her out of this place has my hard dick throbbing against my zipper.
I turn, placing my empty glass on top of the bar, and nod to Saint and Kash. “I’ll see you guys later.” Without waiting for them to reply, I walk out the back door of the club and get on my bike, needing to be alone.
TWELVE
ANNABELLE
I’m drunk and extremely horny as the song changes to “Bullet Train” by Stephen Swartz. Haidyn has been heavy on my mind. More so than usual. He’s upping his game, and I don’t know what the fuck to do about it.
The Lords have me chasing my tail. I haven’t received any new information lately about what to do or why I’m seeing him. And I’m not a fucking therapist. I’m running out of things to say to him. He’s going to figure out I’m a fraud if I don’t come up with something better than “how do you feel?” or “are you sleeping?”
I snort at that thought.
A man walks up behind me, placing his hands on my hips, and speaks into my ear. “You okay, babe?”
I nod and pull back from him, waving off his concern. “I’m ready to go,” I shout over the music. I’m sweating and want a shower. I’ve had enough to drink for the night.
I’ve been seeing Wesley for a couple of months now. I met him at Blackout of all places. I ordered a drink, and when I turned around to go dance, I ran right into him. We both ended up wearing my drink.
“Okay, come on.” He grabs my hand and pulls me through the crowd over to the bar where a few of his friends stand. He tells the rest of his friends goodbye and then leads me out the back door to the parking lot.
I wasn’t planning on coming out tonight. I was out with a friend having margaritas when he called and asked if I wanted to go out. I thought, why not?
He opens his passenger door for me, and I fall into it. Shutting the door, I look up, and a black bike catches my attention across the parking lot. It’s facing away from the car, and I squint my drunken eyes to see a man straddling the bike.
My heart picks up when I see it’s Haidyn. Even my blurry eyes can’t miss him. He leans the bike to the right and kicks up the stand before he starts it up. The rev of the engine fills the car as Wesley opens the driver’s side door and gets in. As he closes it, Haidyn pulls out of his spot and drives out of the parking lot.
Fuck! I lean back in my seat, blowing the loose strand of hair from my face. Closing my eyes, I run my sweaty hands down my thighs, feeling my skin tingling.
“You okay?” Wesley touches my arm, and I jump.
My eyes spring open, and I take a deep breath. “Yeah.” I give him a drunken smile. I can’t feel my lips at this point. “Just tired.”
The wet spot on my thong tells a different story. I’ve always been curious about sex, but ever since I started seeing Haidyn, my body has seemed to come alive in ways I’ve never known before, and I honestly don’t know what to do about it. Even getting myself off isn’t enough.
“Let’s get you home and into bed.” He starts up his car.
Haidyn has my mind so fucked. I can only imagine what he’d do to my body if given the chance.
Another two weeks have passed. I can’t decide if they’re going slow or fast. I feel like the time between my meetings with Haidyn drags on, but then when the day comes, I’m like shit, I just saw him.
It’s because I’m letting him fuck with my head. The last time I was here, he told me he was going to tie me up, hang me from the ceiling, and fuck all my holes. My body still hasn’t recovered from the visual he gave me.
Parking my SUV, I get out and walk up the steps to the Carnage doors, and the one on the right opens before I reach the last step.
“Miss Hewett?” Jessie looks at me in surprise, dressed in his all-black tux. “Haidyn had me cancel his session today.”
“I got your text.” I woke up to Jessie’s message at seven this morning that Haidyn was canceling. The fucker didn’t even bother to text me himself. “Is he dead?” I ask, only half joking.
He frowns but answers, “No.”
“Then we’re having a session.” I start to walk toward the hall where I know there’s an elevator that will take me to the seventh floor when he stops me.
“Haidyn isn’t up there.”
I huff. “Then where is he?” He can’t just blow me off. I’m here to do a job, and I’m going to make sure I get it done.
He pulls his cell out of his pocket and places it to his ear. “Sorry to bother you, sir…” I roll my eyes. “But Miss Hewett is here…I know, sir. I did-” He pauses and nods a few times. “Yes, sir.” Ending the call, he places his cell back in his pocket and gestures to the elevators. “He’ll see you.”
I drop my head to hide my smile as I walk toward the elevator and step inside. It’s a small win but still a win. I won’t let him think he can bully me around. I’m still going to show up. No matter what. He can try and talk about fucking me all he wants, they’re just words.
Jessie enters and presses B, making me frown. I turn to look at him. “I thought you said he’d see me?” We haven’t had many sessions, but they’ve always been in the same room on the seventh floor.
“He’s in the basement,” he says.
The door slides open, and we’re instantly hit with cold air that makes me shiver and the smell almost knocks me over. “Jesus,” I whisper, placing my hand over my mouth and nose. It smells like rotten eggs.
Jessie is unfazed as he steps off the elevator and leads me down a hallway. He stops at a set of plastic strip curtains and pulls them open for me. “Don’t want you to get dirty.” He nods to my white knee-length dress and pink blazer.
“Thank you,” I mumble, turning sideways to make sure I don’t get anything on me. They look covered in dirt, but it could be old blood, for all I know.
I can hear “Painkiller” by Three Days Grace off in the distance as we walk past a large open room. It’s got recessed rectangular holes in the concrete floor. Reminds me of graves-three side by side. If graves had five metal bars that ran from the top to bottom.
The music gets louder as we come up to another hallway. Doors line either side with metal slots in the center of them that are about hip height.
The smell is getting stronger the farther back into the basement we get, and I try to breathe through my mouth so I don’t throw up and embarrass myself.
“Here you are, Miss Hewett.” Jessie comes to a stop at what looks to be a jail cell that has bars and opens it for me.
“Thank you,” I mumble and step inside. The taste of acid intensifies when I look in the room, and I immediately regret not taking his text message seriously.