Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
Fresh tears sting my eyes at his words. I’m not supposed to be turned on by this. I’m not supposed to want him. But I can’t explain this need to submit to him. To be his slut.
He lets go of me and takes a step back. Leaning against the door, he crosses his arms and his ankles. His green eyes stare at me expectantly, waiting for me to give him what he wants.
Taking in a deep breath, I fall to my trembling knees, naked in the middle of his bedroom, and look up at him. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I manage to get out the single word. “Please?”
He gives a rough laugh. “Oh, I’ve got a lot of work to do.”
His words piss me off. My eyes narrow on him, and I stand on my shaky legs. Walking over to him, I lift my chin. “Know what, Colt? Fuck you!”
A wide smile spreads across his face, making his green eyes light up with pleasure. He’s enjoying this. Playing with my emotions. I can’t tell if he wants me to cry my eyes out or slap him across the face at this point.
It makes me question everything about him. His motives for what he said to me downstairs in the laundry room. Why he brought me up here. His interest in me is giving me whiplash.
“Move,” I demand, placing my hands on my naked hips. “Now.”
He shakes his head slightly, making a tsking sound. “Oh, princess, princess-“
“Quit calling me that,” I shout, my hand coming up to slap him.
His head snaps to the side, and I place my hands over my mouth, gasping. Time seems to stand still. I’ve never hit anyone. God, how I’ve wanted to do that to him a million times, but I didn’t dare do it.
Panic knots my stomach, and I know I have to do something. “Colt, I’m-“
He reaches out and grabs a handful of my hair, cutting off my apology, and drags me across his bedroom.
“Colt!” I scream his name, trying to fight him off. But he’s too strong, and I can’t reach behind me to shove him away. He bends me over the side of his bed, pressing me facedown into the mattress. He stands behind me, bending over as well, pinning me under him. “Co … lt,” I whimper, my hands now digging into his comforter, trying to push myself up, but he’s on top of me. “Please.” I gasp, tears stinging my eyes. He’s still got a hold of my hair, and he’s holding on so tight it stings. “Please.” I sniff as they spill over my bottom lashes and run down my face. “I’m sorry.” I lick my wet lips. “I’m sorry … please …”
Letting go of my hair, he gently brushes it off the side of my face, and I begin to sob underneath him. My mind is trying to understand why my pussy is wet and begins to throb when I feel his hard dick against my lower back.
“See, princess.” He slides his hand to wrap around my throat and grips my chin, holding my head in place and lowering his lips to my ear, whispering, “You’re learning already.”
My eyes spring open, and I sit up, looking around his bedroom. I learned a lot in this room. Our parents were out of town for three days. He spent that entire time pushing my body in ways that I didn’t even know existed.
Then, when they returned, he was back to the dick he always was, in the language that everyone else understood. Like I never crawled across this floor, drool running from my mouth, begging him to fuck me in ways that made me disgusted with myself.
It got worse after that. Thankfully, he never looked at me while at school. Actually, school was my only safe place. The only friend I had there was Tatum. Colt hated that too. She’s Alex’s little sister. So wherever she was, I was.
Getting up, I turn off the light and shut the door, forgetting that I ever gave Colton Knox anything but satisfaction for being his slut.
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WALKING INTO OUR house, I listen and soak in the silence. Which is odd for a Saturday night. Maybe the guys went out to a party or something. Who knows? I don’t keep tabs on Colt. He does whatever the fuck he wants with whoever he wants.
Deciding I need a drink, I go to the wine cellar that’s off to the right from the garage. It’s large enough to be a fucking bedroom. Why he thought he needed a house this massive is beyond me.
Pulling a bottle of wine down, I pop the cork and grab a glass from one of the cabinets. Pouring the wine into the glass, I accidentally fill it all way to the rim. Thoughts of pouring it over my naked body and sending a picture of it to Colt does cross my mind. The shock factor alone would be worth it. I’ve never sent him pictures of myself. Hell, we don’t even text or call one another. But I guess I don’t need to when he’s got fucking videos of me on his phone.
My cell ringing in my pocket has me pulling it out. “Hey?” I ask when I see it’s Tatum.
“You found it.”
“Yep.” I go to take a drink, but it’s too full. So I lean over and slurp it off the top.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Getting my drink on. Want to join me?”
She sighs heavily, letting me know she’s fighting with Billy. “The house is quiet, which can only mean the guys are somewhere else fucking shit up tonight. Come over. We can have a sleepover. Scary movie and drinks on me.”
Her laughter grows. “You twisted my arm. I’ll be there in ten.”
“See you then.” I hang up and pocket my cell. Then I turn and look over the wine bottles, trying to think how I’m going to get four bottles upstairs to my room without having to make several trips.
CHAPTER SIX
COLTON
I SIT IN the driver’s seat of a blacked-out Cadillac Escalade. Finn sits in the passenger seat, playing a game on his cell. The sound of gunfire is giving me a headache.
“Fuck yeah-Die. Die, you motherfucker…” He practically comes off his seat while screaming at it.
“You’re rocking the truck, man,” Alex snaps, kicking the back of Finn’s seat. “How are we supposed to go unnoticed if it looks like someone’s fucking in here?”
Jenks laughs from behind me.
“You’re just jealous because I killed you three levels ago,” Finn replies.
Alex huffs, sitting back in his seat.
My cell rings through the Bluetooth, and the sound makes me jump. Unknown caller shows up on the screen. “Turn it off.” I slap Finn’s shoulder, and he stops immediately, dropping it to his lap.
“Hello?” I answer.
“You in position?” our boss asks, straight to the point. The sound of thumping bass can be heard in the background at his club.
“Yes, sir,” I respond, looking around the abandoned parking lot before us. We’re tucked away in the very back, underneath some trees where there aren’t any lights. “Should be any moment.”
“Good. Get it done.” He hangs up, and I sit back in my seat.
Finn picks his cell back up, going back to his game.
Our boss is a sadistic son of a bitch, but I like him. He’s a no-bullshit kind of guy. We’ve worked with him for a little over a year now. He recruited us our senior year at Barrington University.
One year ago
It’s dark out here in the middle of nowhere. The feel of the gun tucked into the back of my jeans gives me comfort, knowing that if I have to, I’ll blow someone’s head off.
Car lights shine on the road at the end of the gravel driveway before they turn onto it and head toward me. The white ZO6 Corvette rolls to a stop, and Finn jumps out, wearing a black leather jacket, white T-shirt, and jeans. He’s got his hair slicked back and a joint tucked behind his ear. He looks like he’s about to have a photo shoot for GQ or some shit.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask, looking him up and down.
He grabs the collar of his jacket and pops it. “It’s not every day you get an invitation to the Cathedral by a Lord.”
I chuckle. “He doesn’t want to fuck you.” Reaching out, I steal the joint from behind his ear, and he pulls a lighter out of his jeans pocket, lighting it for me. “I mean, unless he’s into that kind of thing.” I take a drag and close my eyes, holding it in.
He snorts. “I fuck women in the ass. I’m sure a man’s is no different.”