Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
I get up off the bed, and he looks over my bare legs. All I have on is an oversized T-shirt. It’s his. I’ve had it for several years. He left it at my parents’ one night after he and his friends came over when my brother had a swimming party. I’ve never worn it around him until now.
Reaching down, I grab the hem and pull it up and over my head, tossing it to the side. He arches a brow at me. I’ve become quite comfortable with being naked around him in the past week and a half. When the man you’re in love with strips you naked, ties you down, and gets you off with a vibrator between your legs while he stays fully dressed, you no longer have the urge to cover up your body. And then add the times he’s stripped you in front of his friends…He was right; modesty no longer matters.
“Ashtyn.” The way he growls my name was meant as a warning, but all it does is make me shiver with anticipation.
I’ve never seen this guy naked, and all I want is for him to use me. “What?” I place my hands out wide. “You’re here for a reason, right? To play with me.”
He shakes his head and crosses his arms over his chest. I have a feeling it’s to fight the urge to touch me. At least that’s what I tell myself. I want to be irresistible. I want him to lose control. He’s so close.
“Not tonight,” he finally speaks, his eyes still on my chest.
I lick my lips before pushing my bottom one out. He thinks I’m drunk, but I’m not even close. “Why not?” Before he can even answer, I pretend to trip and fall into him. His arms wrap around my hips, and I throw mine around his neck. Lifting on my tiptoes, I push my lips to his and kiss him.
His arms release me to remove mine from his neck, and he pushes me back. I open my heavy eyes and look up at him. He’s frowning at me as if disappointed. “What are you doing, Ashtyn?” He growls.
“Just fuck me,” I say.
“Ash-“
My hands drop to his belt, and I undo it. Then I fumble with the button on his jeans and zipper.
“Ash! Stop,” he barks out, stepping back.
I start to get angry. “What the fuck, Saint? Just fuck me already.”
“I can’t do that, and you know it.”
I roll my eyes. “We both know that I’m not going to bleed when you fuck me. So just do it now.”
“I can’t,” he says through gritted teeth. “And I told you I’d take care of it.”
“You can’t make me a virgin, Saint!” I slap the side of his face. We both know I am, but if I don’t bleed, everyone will think I’m not. It’s a lose-lose situation at this point.
He wraps his hand around my throat, slams my back into my closed door, and steps into me. I take in a shaky breath as his pretty bright-green eyes glare down at me, but I’m not afraid of him. This is the reaction I want out of him.
“I’m going to fuck you, sweetheart. I’m going to strip you naked, tie you down, and fuck you in front of everyone in that room. I’m going to humiliate you while you cry for me. But don’t doubt me, Ash. I will make you bleed. Even if I have to hurt you to do so, it will happen. You will belong to me.”
My thighs clench as my pulse races under his tight grip. Hurt me? Why does that sound exciting? I’m still sore from whatever he did to me in my kitchen last time I saw him. It makes me wonder how far he’ll go to ensure he gets to keep me. Whatever it is, I’m willing to take it. I can’t imagine a life without him.
“I’ve waited too long to get to where we are, and I’ve done too much for the Lords for them to throw me out now,” he grinds out through gritted teeth.
“They won’t find out,” I add. My voice barely a whisper because of his hand tightly gripping my throat.
“I’ll know, and that’s enough,” he growls.
Tears sting my eyes, and I push my hips into his. He’s hard. I wish I had the strength he does. Because I would do anything for him to push me to my knees right now.
“But make no mistake, sweetheart. Once you’re mine, I’m going to make sure the world knows it. Lord or not, men will know that I own you.” He lowers his forehead to mine. “Now be a good girl, crawl into bed, and get some sleep. You’re going to need your rest, Ash. Because once the vow ceremony is complete, you won’t be getting any.” With that, he pulls me from the door and exits my room, slamming it behind him.
THIRTEEN
ASHTYN
It’s been three weeks since I learned Saint will be my Lord. It’s gone about how I expected it to. Slow as fuck.
After my drunken outburst, he never came back to see me again. We’ve talked on the phone, and he’s texted me, but it’s not the same. He’s been distant, and I’ve been losing my mind.
I should be mad at him, but instead, it makes me even more greedy for him. I’ve accepted my fate tonight. Being fucked in front of a group of men is the least of my worries.
My mother has had me go to therapy every day this week with her. I sit there and zone out, ignoring them both. What’s done is done.
I go to my classes, but I don’t pay attention to any of my professors. Whitney asks me nightly to go out, but I avoid her. If I’m not with Saint, I want to be alone.
I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, wrapped in a towel fresh out of the shower. My hair is still wet, and I haven’t started my makeup yet. I have an hour before my mother picks me up to head to Carnage.
She insisted on driving me, which I found odd, but whatever. She wouldn’t let it go. I don’t know if she plans on waiting in the car once she drops me off or what. It’s not like she can come in and watch the show. The only women allowed to be present are the ones handing their lives over to their Lord.
My cell rings, and I look to see it’s Saint video calling me. This is the first time I’ve heard from him in three days. I want to press ignore, just to piss him off, but doubt fills me, and I worry he’s calling to tell me he changed his mind. He believes my mother and her therapist, and no longer wants to make me his. If I’m not innocent, then I don’t deserve him. That’ll embarrass him and his family.
I nervously wipe my sweaty hand on my towel and answer. “Hey?” my voice is soft to try to cover up the hesitation I feel when my heart begins to race. If he tells me not to meet him at Carnage, I’ll do what my mother said to do and run. I’m not sure where I’ll go, but anywhere will be better than staying here and seeing him with someone else.
“Go to your nightstand,” he orders.
I frown. “Saint-“
“It wasn’t a suggestion, Ashtyn.”
I look around to see where he’s at and notice he’s propped up against a black headboard. But it’s not the one at his parents’ or the house of Lords. He must be at Carnage. He’s also shirtless, and I can see his brand on his chest. The Lords crest is a circle with three horizontal lines through the middle of it. It represents power. All of them receive the brand at the beginning of their senior year at Barrington. You can tell it’s fresh by the raised and reddened skin.
I walk over to my nightstand. “Now what?” I ask, staring at the white wood.
“Open the bottom drawer and grab the black box.”
Doing as I’m told, I pick it up with my free hand. “Okay.”
“Now grab the chair by your window and take the items into your closet.”
“The closet?” I question. “Saint, what the fuck?”
“Now, Ashtyn,” he barks.
I slam the bottom drawer shut and walk over to the table by my windows. I set everything on the cream leather cushion, including the phone, and slide it across the white carpet over to my walk-in closet. I wanted this house strictly for the closet. It’s like another bedroom on its own, and I’m obsessed with it.
Once inside, I go back and pick up my towel off the floor that I lost along the way because I couldn’t hold it up under my arms. “Okay. All in the closet.”
“Now shut the door,” he commands.
I do it and show him with my phone. “It’s shut. Now, are you going to tell me why I’m hiding out in my closet like there’s a burglar about to break into my house?”
“Face your floor-to-ceiling mirror and lay your towel flat on the floor in front of it.” He ignores my question, but I didn’t expect an answer.
Laying the towel down, I stand to face the mirror, showing him with my cell once again.
“Prop the phone up on the chair facing the mirror. Then kneel in front of the mirror, facing it as well.”
I get into position and slap my bare thighs. “This game is fun and all, but I’m short on time,” I inform him. Now that I know he’s not ditching me, I need to get ready.