Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
His body slaps mine, hitting my burned and reddened ass. It hurts in the best way. My pussy is dripping as much as the wax on the end of the candle that hangs from my mouth. If I could beg him, I would, but I’m unable to. Fuck, I’d crawl to him right now if he’d give me the chance. Anything to show him how devoted I can be. A promise that I’m going to willingly be his.
Men like Tyson Crawford need a sacrifice, and he’s made me realize that I’d willingly be that for him. I’ve become addicted to his touch, the sound of his voice, and the way he fucks me…Goddamn, it’s unholy. But I’d gladly kneel for my Lord and let him use me however he wants.
He shoves his cock into me and lowers his body over my back, pinning my tied arms between us. The action makes me arch my neck even more since my hair is connected to them. I cry out around the candle and watch the wax start to run down from the lit end that is now up in the air.
He removes the clip from my nose, and I suck in a deep breath just as his hand grips my throat. I can hear his heavy breathing in my ear. It makes my pussy tighten around him, and he growls, his hand tightening, taking what little air I had away. I don’t try to fight him. No need to. I live for my Lord, and I trust him with my life. “You feel so good, little darling.” Pulling his cock out, he shoves it forward, the table rattling from his force. Tears slip from my bottom lashes while I feel the drool run down my chin. “Goddamn, Lake.” He does it again, and my vision starts to blur from his hand around my throat.
He begins to fuck me hard, slamming my hips into the edge of the table while I start to feel light-headed. My skin tingles, every muscle pulled tight, and my mouth starts to go slack, the candle slipping from my lips.
Tyson’s voice is in my ear, but I can’t make out what he’s saying. The room is spinning, my eyes growing heavy. I’m floating, and heat rushes over me, making me shiver.
Just as my eyes fall closed, he lets go of my neck, and I’m soaring as the orgasm takes over me. I’ve never come so hard before. It’s euphoric. Dots dance in my vision, my body shakes uncontrollably, and I’m gasping when I come back to reality.
I don’t have the strength to open my eyes, but I feel the rope being removed and my husband lifting me off the table and into his arms. I lie in them, a smile on my face and wondering what I can do to be punished again. Because I’ve come to terms with being disobedient so he can remind me that he owns me.
* * *
We’re lying on our bed and he’s softly running his fingers along the red marks on my ass. “Where did you get the drugs?” he asks.
“They were the drugs you were going to use on me,” I answer honestly. Don’t want him mad at me for buying drugs. If he hadn’t had them, I wouldn’t have found them.
His hand pauses, and his eyes meet mine. “I was never going to drug you.”
“I found them in the bedroom.” His frown deepens. “Here in the spare room. They were in the bag from our honeymoon suite.”
He lies still as a statue, eyes on mine.
“What is it?” I ask, sitting up.
“Nothing,” he answers softly.
“Tyson?” I ask as he gets up off the bed.
“Lake, I never had drugs with me that day or since then.”
“The basement…”
“I have them in the basement in case I need to use them on someone, but I’ve never purchased any type of drug that I planned specifically to use on you,” he growls.
“So how did they get here?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” he answers.
“Quit lying to me.”
“Lake-“
“God, do you think I’m this fucking stupid?” I get to my feet as well, ignoring the tightness in my muscles from what he did to me in the dining room. “Do you really think that I’ll believe everything you say?”
His jaw ticks, and he looks away from me. I slowly walk over to him and cup his face. “Tell me. I can handle it. Promise.”
His eyes search mine, and I hold my breath. “Luke.”
I frown. “What does he have to do with this?”
“He was there at the hotel earlier that day before the wedding. They must have belonged to him.”
My hand drops from his face, and I take a step back, my breath catching in my throat. “He was going to drug me?” I whisper. “How…” I swallow. “How do you know he was there?”
“I followed him,” he says truthfully. “Watched him for days leading up to the wedding. He was there that morning when he dropped off your bag that your mom had made for him.”
I go to open my mouth to ask if he killed Luke, but I decide not to. Of course, he did. It doesn’t matter anymore. He’s long gone. Men like Tyson don’t have competition. They eliminate anyone in their way.
FORTY-SIX
TYSON
She stands before me naked, her beautiful body marked from my hand and belt. The cum is completely off her face from earlier. Fuck, she’s perfect.
I reach out and cup her face. Drugs. Luke was going to drug her. I’m not surprised. Lots of Lords give their chosens or Ladies drugs. Makes them easier to fuck. I’ve never been that guy. I’m not into fucking an unconscious woman.
I’ve wondered ever since she was stabbed if I did the right thing by making her marry me. As she stares up at me right now, I realize I did. She may never know why I married her. But I do.
But if there’s one thing I do know, it’s that your enemies will use what you love against you. And the gorgeous brunette who is staring up at me right now is the easiest target to get to me.
Love? It doesn’t sound so foreign anymore. If loving someone means you’d burn the world to protect them, then I love her. It was never supposed to be this way. Me and her. But it doesn’t matter why or how we got here. Not anymore.
Sliding my hands into her hair, I gently tilt her head back, and her eyes search mine nervously as I lower my lips to hers, needing to taste my wife.
She opens for me, her hands wrapping around my waist as I deepen the kiss. Showing her that no matter what happens from here on out, I will protect her. That means doing things that she won’t like. I’m not going to treat her any differently. To the world, she’s my whore. My useless fuck toy that I use however I want. And that’s exactly what I’m going to let them think. She doesn’t need to love me back. In fact, it’s better that she doesn’t.
Lots of people mistake lust and love. The difference is love demands a sacrifice. And that’s what I did when I changed our futures three years ago. The fact that Luke was going to drug her the night of their wedding just proves that forcing her to marry me was the right call. I’m not sure how much she gave me, but it wore off pretty quickly. If she had been given the same dosage I took? She could still be out. Add the fact that I was able to get hard and it tells me everything I need to know-he was going to give her GHB.
Pulling my lips from hers, I watch her heavy eyes slowly open as she takes in a deep breath. I rub my thumb along her parted lips. “I’m going to shower and then head back to the club,” I tell her, hating how she frowns at my words.
I’d love nothing more than to tie her to our bed and play with my wife all day, but I have a job to do. Someone wants her dead, and I need to kill them before they can get to her.
Her hands drop to her side before she turns and crawls back into bed. With all the strength I have, I turn and head into the bathroom to get ready for a long day.
LAIKYN
I lie in our bed, unable to sleep. My mind going ninety miles an hour. There’s still so much that I’m keeping from him. And I’m more afraid now not to tell him, than I am of him finding out.
I’m still in our bed but sitting up with my back against the headboard when he exits the bathroom freshly showered. He pauses when he sees me. “I figured you’d be out already.”
“I need to tell you something.” I swallow the knot in my throat, getting it over with.
“Okay.”
“But you have to promise me you won’t be mad at me,” I rush out, sitting up straighter, my hands fisting the sheets in my clammy hands.
He crosses his arms over his chest, and leans up against the doorframe to the bathroom. The white towel sits low on his hips, showing me his impressive six pack and hard chest.
I drop my eyes to the comforter to keep my mind clear. “I lost a phone.” I look up at him through my lashes, and he frowns. His eyes go to the one he gave me on my nightstand. Licking my lips, I add, “I lost a phone that my father gave me.”
He pushes off the doorframe. “What the fuck do you mean a phone your father gave you?”