Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“Oh, you don’t have to…”
“I wouldn’t miss it.” I interrupt Lake, kissing her on the cheek and slap her ass, making her squeal in surprise.
“I’m off to school.” Halston rolls his eyes, grabs his backpack off the counter, and walks out of the kitchen.
“We love you,” Lake calls out. “Have a great day.”
“What about me?” I wrap my arms around her from behind.
“What about you?” She laughs.
“You know what would make my day great?” I ask, dropping my lips to her neck. “You and me in our bed.”
“Mm-hmm,” she mumbles.
“Your shaking legs wrapped around my neck…your cum on my face.” She moans, her ass pushing into my hard cock. “My idea of a great day is knowing your cunt…”
Her cell phone rings, cutting me off, and Blakely lights up the screen. “I have to take this.” Picking it up, she walks away from me. “How was your trip?” she asks in greeting. “Oh my gosh, that’s awesome. I bet she’s excited-“
I pick up a piece of bacon and pop it into my mouth while I listen to them talk about their meeting later on today. My eyes scan over my wife. She’s wearing one of my T-shirts that hangs off one shoulder. I can see her hard nipples through the thin material, letting me know my words were affecting her, and a pair of cotton shorts. No makeup on and her hair up in a messy bun.
Fuck, she’s so goddamn gorgeous.
I’m still obsessed with her. I can’t keep my hands off her. I wanted to have more kids after the twins were born, but it just wasn’t in the cards for us. I’d never say it out loud, but Luke did us a favor by having Jackson show up at the Minson Hotel on the day of our wedding. I love my wife and kids. Just when I thought I’d lost what future I could have, Lake gave me something that I could have never dreamed of.
When she was a few months pregnant, I asked her what she wanted to do with her life. Tears welled up in her eyes when she answered. “Spend it with you.” I reassured her I wasn’t going anywhere. No matter what, she’s stuck with me until the day I die.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out to see it’s a text from Easton.
Sin: Does Hartlyn like coffee?
I frown as I read over it a second time but respond. What’s that have to do with what I asked him?
Me: No. She hates it.
He reads it and responds immediately.
Sin: That’s what I thought.
I’m about to ask him what the fuck coffee has to do with my daughter, but Lake gets my attention as she ends her call with Blake.
My eyes fall to her hard nipples once again, putting my cell away. Sin can wait.
Her eyes meet mine. “What?” she asks, nibbling on her bottom lip.
I walk over to her, grip her bare thighs, and pick her up off her feet. She wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her off toward our room as her laughter fills our home.
I’ve got two hours before I have to be at work. I took over the Minson empire years ago, and although I like my job, I’d much rather spend my days with my wife naked and tied to our bed, begging me to fuck her until she’s so exhausted, I have to carry her to the bathroom to bathe her.
Kicking the bedroom door shut with my shoe, I throw her onto the bed, and she immediately sits up, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it off. Then she’s lifting her hips and pushing her shorts and underwear down her tan legs.
I reach over and open up the nightstand, pulling out what I know she wants. Standing in front of her still fully dressed, she’s lies back on her elbows completely naked, her beautiful blue eyes on mine and the corner of her lips twitch as she fights the urge to smirk.
Holding up what’s in my hand, her eyes grow heavy, her lips part, and her breathing picks up when she sees the collar. She still wears it for me every now and then, and I love how much she wants me to use her. “Are you ready, little darling?”
THE END
Book 4: Sabotage
PROLOGUE
COLTON
“GODDAMN.” I GROAN at the feel of the woman on her knees. My hands tighten in her bleach blond hair, and I suck in a deep breath while my hips lift on their own off the dining room chair where I’m sitting.
My breathing picks up, and the sound of her sucking on my cock fills the formal dining room. She doesn’t gag very often. No, I’ve trained my little slut very well.
Opening my eyes, I look down into her crystal blue ones, and they’re drowning in tears as she stares up at me. Some are already running down her cheeks, smearing her makeup that she painted on before she went out earlier tonight. She may have danced and flirted with other men, but I knew she’d come home to me-she always does-needing to be fucked.
That’s one of the reasons I forced her to live with me. I’ve always got my eye on her.
Giving her hair a little tug, I pull her head off my cock, and she keeps her mouth open and ready for me to violate it some more. “Such a good girl.” I groan, licking my lips.
A line of drool runs down her chin when she sticks her tongue out, waiting impatiently. Releasing her hair with my left hand, I shove three fingers into her mouth, forcing her head back. She blinks rapidly from the invasion as a wave of new tears runs down her pretty face. “You like that, don’t you, princess?”
She tries to nod but can’t, so instead, garbled words come from her.
“Yeah, a dirty slut loves having her mouth full.” Removing my fingers, she sucks in a breath, and I slap her across the face, making her cry out. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it definitely stung. “Say it,” I demand.
She shifts on her knees in her white clubbing dress. It dips low in the front, showing off her impressive tits, and is barely long enough to cover her pussy. I’m going to shred that thing before the night is over with. “Colt-“
I slap her again, cutting her off, and then grip her chin, my other hand still holding her by her hair. She whimpers, and I lean forward, my face inches from hers, and I spit into her mouth. “Say it, princess. Tell me that you’re my good little slut, and that you’ll do anything to please me.”
Some women are stuck-up bitches who don’t like to explore their sexuality. Raylee Lexington Adams isn’t one of them. This woman is pure ecstasy. The fact that I hate her fucking guts makes this even better. Knowing she hates me just as much is icing on the cake.
We are hate sex at its finest.
“I’m your good little slut,” she finally moans, shifting on her knees once again. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
I smile down at her.
“Please?” she begs. Her once red-painted lips are now smeared and open for me again, so I let go of her chin but keep the other in her hair.
“Prove it,” I challenge, sitting back in my chair. Snickering comes from the men sitting around the dining room table to my right, but I ignore them.
Leaning forward, she wraps her lips around the head of my dick once again, and I shove her face down, holding my cock inside her mouth. She shifts on her knees, and I lift my hips again, going deeper. The tightness I feel once I slide down the back of her throat takes my breath away.
Fuck, I want to throw her on her back and fuck her face until I’m coming all over it. But I can’t. Not tonight. I knew she’d come home wet and ready for me. I had a plan. One that will come in handy eventually. I’m all about playing games. Raylee and I have been playing them for years. And I learned very quickly that the only way to win against her is to play the long game.
Releasing her hair, I lift my hands and lock my fingers behind my head, relaxing into my chair while she gasps and spits all over my dick. She looks up at me through watery and matted mascara-coated lashes. A look of utter desperation in her gorgeous blue eyes.
Fuck, she’s absolutely stunning.
My teeth grind at that thought. I hate that about her. How she parades around town with other men. How she knows what to wear to turn me on. And the fact that I can smell her in this house. It’s aggravating, to say the least. I hate this bitch with everything inside me, but even I can’t deny that I want her. That’s what makes this so much worse. That I can’t get enough of her.
“I’m not convinced, princess,” I inform her, making a tsking sound with my tongue and teeth.