Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, not really sure what I’m sorry for exactly. It just feels like the right thing to say to him at the moment.
“Don’t be.” He sighs. “There’s no reason to be sorry. Fantasies don’t hurt anyone, Blake.” Feeling his lips on my hair, he kisses it softly. I close my eyes and let him hold me while I try to calm my breathing and stop crying. It feels like hours, but my body starts to relax. Everything hurts. My body is exhausted. Pulling away from him, I lie on my back and stare up at the ceiling.
“You okay?” he asks, reaching out and rubbing my stomach.
I nod. “Where are we?”
“My house.”
I look over at him, and his emerald eyes are staring at me intently. “Yours?”
“Yeah. I bought it a couple of years ago, but I never get to stay here. I’m always at house of Lords. I thought of bringing you here because I didn’t want to act it out at your apartment. I wanted to take you away from there and give you a new environment. You said in your dream that he drags you off into the woods. I wanted you to use your imagination to see where it would take you. Give you control of where you thought you were going.”
I sit up and place my hand on his shirt and notice he’s still dressed in his clothes. “Thank you,” I tell him. He did something that Matt refused to do. Ryat just listened to me. He didn’t judge me. He asked what I wanted, and then he gave me exactly that.
He lifts my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles. “How do you feel?”
“Better,” I say truthfully.
“Tell me about it,” he urges. “Is there anything you didn’t like about it?”
I blush, wishing he’d turn the lights off so he couldn’t see my face. “No.”
“Is it something that you want to do again?”
I nod, biting my bottom lip nervously.
He reaches out, pulling it free from my teeth, running the pad of his thumb across it. His eyes follow before they meet mine again. “What would you want done differently?”
“I don’t know.”
“Blake.” He sighs. “I’m more than willing to do what you want, but you have to tell me what that is.”
Looking away from him, I feel tears start to sting my eyes again with shame. “I …” That lump returns, and I can’t seem to swallow it down.
He grips my chin gently and forces me to look over at him. “What?”
“I just don’t want the choice,” I whisper. My body likes to be dominated. However he wants to do that is okay. It’s terrifying but also exciting. To me, giving him the power over me gives me power. It’s freeing. It doesn’t make any fucking sense to me, but that’s what feels the best. I thought I would like the surprise factor, but it ended up being the biggest turn-on.
He nods. “Okay.” Leaning in, he kisses my forehead tenderly before pulling my body back into his. “Did you like the fact that I spoke to you? I wanted to make sure you knew it was me without ruining it for you.”
“I knew it was you before you even spoke,” I tell him.
“Yeah?” He arches a brow. “Well, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
I chuckle and try changing the subject. “Why are you back?”
“I came back early for you,” he answers through a yawn.
My brows rise. “You weren’t even gone for twenty-four hours.”
“I hate New York,” he states.
I don’t mention Matt told me that Ryat will one day be a judge there. I doubt he knows everything. He was probably just lying anyway to put thoughts in my head.
“Are you hungry?” he asks.
“No.” I yawn and stretch out my heavy limbs.
“Get some rest. You must be tired,” he says, pulling away from me. A hint that he’s not coming to bed with me.
“What time is it?” I ask, all of a sudden feeling drained.
He looks at his cell. “Almost two thirty.” Then he bends down and picks up the top sheet. He lays it across the bed and then does the same with the comforter that’s folded over in the corner.
I close my eyes and yawn once again. I’m about to pass the fuck out when I open my eyes to see him walking toward the door. “Hey, Ryat?”
He turns to face me. “Yeah?”
“Thank you,” I say again.
“You don’t have to thank me, little one,” he says, turning off the light and then exiting the room.
I roll over and pull the covers up to my neck and close my eyes, hearing him shut the door as he exits, not giving two fucks about taking a shower right now.
RYAT
SUNDAY NIGHT, I’M standing in the bathroom at the sink brushing my teeth. Spitting out the toothpaste, I turn around and watch Blakely in the bathtub. She’s relaxing back with her head on a white pillow and her eyes closed. Her hair is up in a messy bun. Some pieces have fallen down around her face and are wet. Her left knee is bent, popping out of the bubbles that fill the Jacuzzi tub.
I walk over to the side and sit down on the edge. Placing my hand on her knee, I slide it down to her inner thigh, my hand dipping into the scorching hot water. She jumps, her eyes springing open at the touch. “Were you sleeping?” I ask her.
“No,” she answers through a yawn.
I laugh at that lie. “Come on.” I tap her thigh. “I don’t want you falling asleep in here and drowning.”
“Aw, you do care about me.” She smiles.
“Can’t fuck a dead chick,” I joke. Well, you can, but then again, that’s not a kink I’m into.
She throws some bubbles at me, landing on my shirt. I stand, and she reaches out, grabbing my hand to stop me. “Can we stay here tonight? We can get up extra early in the morning to head back.”
“Sure.” I wasn’t planning on leaving this late anyway. I know she’s tired, and frankly, so am I. Leaving the bathroom, I enter the master suite. I just lie down in bed when my cell goes off on the nightstand. Picking it up, I see it’s a text from Prickett.
Turn on the TV.
Frowning, I pick up the remote next to my phone and point it at the flat screen that hangs on the wall. It comes on, and I don’t even have to change the channel. A news crew stands outside of a home here in Pennsylvania. Police cars, ambulances, and a coroner van are gathered in the large driveway of the three-story, white brick mansion.
“What’s going on?” Blake asks, walking out of the bathroom.
I look over at her dressed in nothing but a short towel, and my first thought is to throw her on the bed and fuck her. But I dismiss it and put my eyes back on the TV. “Not sure,” I answer honestly.
A brunette steps into the camera, holding a mic to her face. “A manhunt has been issued,” she announces. “Behind me, you’ll see the police and FBI are at the Mallory family’s home …”
“Oh, shit,” I whisper, sitting up straighter.
“Who is that?” Blake asks. “You know them?”