Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
Looking up in my rearview mirror, I see a truck on my ass. Instead of brake-checking them, I speed up. So do they.
“What the fuck?” I growl, not in the mood for some asshole and their road rage today.
Whoever it is, punches on the gas and speeds around me. They swerve over in front of me, forcing me to slam on the brake. “Fuck!” I hiss as everything in the passenger seat falls to the floorboard. I lay on the horn, and they speed off once again, taking a corner too fast.
I let off the brake and accelerate, going slower than I was as I get my breathing back to normal and rack my brain for anything that happened last night. I’m still drawing a blank. How do I not remember? There’s no way I told him I love him, right? Like that’s not even a word in my vocabulary, let alone something I would say to Colt.
I’m not one of those dumb girls who confuses sex with love. I don’t need to cuddle afterward. I don’t need a daily text, or a phone call. You can fuck me and go on your way, and I’m okay with that. So why do I feel like what he said had some kind of truth to it? Why is Colt the drug that I can’t seem to quit? Out of every relationship that I’ve failed, he’s the one guy I always go back to. I can dump a guy and not even think of him again. But Colt? I think about him all the time. Even when I’m with other guys.
Shifting in my leather seat, I hiss in a breath at the sting on my ass cheek. “You’re so dead.” I growl through gritted teeth. I will set his ass on fire this time.
“Think, Ray.” I slam my palm on the steering wheel. What the fuck happened? How did I even get home …
I open my heavy eyes, blinking a few times. I ache everywhere. I bring my shaking hands to my face, and they’re wet. “What …?” I clear my throat, my voice scratchy, and it hurts to swallow, making me flinch.
“You’re okay.” I hear that familiar voice in my ear from behind me.
I don’t even have the energy to turn around and look at him. Instead, I sink into what I realize is his bathtub, my back against his chest, and I close my eyes, enjoying the hot water burning my sensitive skin.
“You did so good tonight, princess,” he whispers in my ear. His lips trail down to kiss my neck, and my head falls to the side, silently begging him to kiss me there. “Fuck, you’re so perfect. Tell me again that you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” I lick my numb lips. “I’m yours, Colt,” I repeat. “I’ve always been yours.” Isn’t that what this is about? He’s my addiction. My drug. I’ll never get enough of him. He knows it, and I know it. I’ve spent so much time on my knees for him that I don’t even care if I ever walk again.
“Goddamn right, beautiful.” He smiles against my neck. He removes his lips from my wet skin and replaces them with his hand. Giving me a little squeeze, he adds, “You’re mine now and forever.”
“Forever,” I agree.
No. Tears run down my face as that memory gets through the fog that was last night. It’s not true. I don’t believe it. My heart hammers in my chest, and I sniff. I haven’t fallen in love with him. It’s not supposed to happen this way. Not with him.
“You did so good tonight, princess.” He said that to me. What did I do? Did I beg him to love me?
Taking the corner, I see the truck again, but I’m too slow. They slam on their brakes, and I don’t have enough time to stop, so I rear-end them.
My entire body stiffens, knowing it’s coming as my seat belt tightens on my chest. My body goes forward at the impact while the airbag blows up in my face. I breathe in a cloud of dust, trying to get my vision to return. Everything is blurry, my ears ring, and my skin burns.
I hear the sound of metal being pried open and a hand grips my hair. I’m being yanked out, but my seat belt keeps me in the car.
“Fuck.” Someone hisses. Then they’re reaching across me and undoing it.
My head falls forward, and I feel something warm running down my face. “What …?”
“Shut the fuck up.” I’m yanked from my car, and I fall to my knees on the asphalt, unable to stand.
I catch sight of my shaking hands, and they’ve got cuts on them.
A hand grips my hair, pulling me to my feet, and I’m dragged away from my car and into a new one. My heavy eyes close while I try to breathe. My chest is tight, and I feel like something is sitting on it.
CHAPTER TWELVE
NATE
I TOSS HER into the driver’s side of the truck that I borrowed from a friend. I didn’t want her to see me coming.
She falls across the center console, and I shove her over as I hop inside and slam my door. “I-” She coughs, her bleach-blond hair sticking to her now bloody face. “Need a hospital.”
I ram my elbow into her face, slamming her head back and knocking her out. Her body slides down the seat a little, and I don’t even bother putting a seat belt on her. I’m going to do worse things to her than a car wreck could.
Throwing the truck in drive, I step on the gas and pull back onto the road.
I never meant to hurt her. Not like this. But this isn’t about her. It’s about Colt and his friends. They humiliated me by forcing me to watch her beg him for sex. To get off.
I was disgusted with myself that it made me hard.
She told me what she liked, and I was repulsed by it. Told her it wasn’t for me. Then when I watched Colt show me exactly what she had been explaining to me, I fucking enjoyed it.
Pulling into Mike and Mitch’s parents’ house, I drive around the back to the in-law suite. I was told last night that Mike is in jail. I can’t take her to my house because my roommate will find out what I’m doing. He’s at work, but his girlfriend has practically moved in with us. She’s always fucking there. Plus, I’d much rather take her to the place where they humiliated me. A dose of her own medicine sort of thing.
Bringing the truck to a stop, I get out and walk over to the passenger’s door and yank her out of it. I throw her over my shoulder and walk her inside.
Laying her on the couch, I make my way over to the kitchen table and grab a few things that I’m going to need.
Colt might have humiliated me, but he has no clue that I’ve got his slut right now. And he won’t know until I want him to. By then, it’ll be too late. I’ve always considered myself a nice guy, but if she wants to be a whore, then I’ll treat her like one.
I roll her onto her stomach and pull her arms behind her back, taking the roll of duct tape and wrapping it around her wrists several times before ripping it off. Then I shove her onto her back again. A moan escapes her busted lips, but her eyes remain closed.
I tear off her T-shirt and am not surprised to find her braless. Looking over her chest, I see a bruise already from where the seat belt stopped her from hitting the steering wheel. That’s going to hurt. Smiling, I shred the material and throw all but one piece to the floor.
I tie a knot in it and then shove it into her mouth, bringing it around the back of her head and tying it off to gag her. I don’t need to hear her beg. I heard enough of that shit last night.
It was pathetic. The way she willingly did whatever he told her to like she was a trained pet.
I didn’t train her to be the good little slut she is for someone else to use. That is what Colt had told me. Five fucking years they’ve been hooking up. How did I not see it? How did no one know this? Well, obviously his friends did. Maybe that’s why he allowed them to fuck her too. To keep their secret.
I wonder how he’ll feel when he realizes I used her too. Satisfied with what I’ve done so far, I fall down onto the chair they tied me in last night and prop my feet up on the coffee table, waiting.
I want to make sure she’s awake for what I’m going to do to her. Just because I don’t want to hear her beg doesn’t mean I don’t want to see her cry.
The front door opens and in walks Mike. He comes to an abrupt stop when he sees me. “What the fuck are you doing here, Nate?”
RAYLEE
MY HEAVY EYES flutter open and immediately close. I feel like I’m spinning. The world tilting. I can taste blood, and my tongue is swollen. My head pounds worse than when I woke up in Colt’s bed this morning.
What happened?
Why does everything hurt? My body feels … sluggish.
I open my eyes again to see a white ceiling. It looks familiar. Where am I?
“What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in jail.” I hear a voice far off.
“I got released a few hours ago.”
“I need to borrow your place for a day or two.”
“Okay,” the man says slowly. “You can stay as long as you need to.”