Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
I remove my devil mask, placing it on the counter and grabbing the rolling chair. I plop down on it, making my way over to the table and slide between her parted legs. Her pussy is wide open for me.
She let that piece of shit fuck her when she got home. I watched it on my phone. I would have been there sooner and stopped it, but I didn’t think she’d actually let him touch her. They’ve been broken up for months. Stupid on my part for thinking that. She allowed a complete stranger to fuck her, so of course she was going to give up her pussy to the guy she lives with.
From here on out for the rest of her pathetic miserable life, I’ll choose which cock fucks her and how they use her. She’s mine and will belong to me until the day she dies.
“She’s ready, sir,” Devin tells me as he tapes the IV in place and looks at me.
I roll closer and reach out grabbing what I need from the cart that sits next to me and smile to myself. When you wake up, sweetheart, you will know where you’re at and who the fuck owns you.
Kashton and I exit her bedroom and walk down the hall as Haidyn’s door flies open. A petite redhead rushes out into the hall, not even bothering to shut his door. She’s carrying a pair of high heels and a bra in one hand, and a cell phone in the other. Her wide tear-filled eyes meet mine before going to Kashton’s.
“Your friend is fucking crazy,” she cries.
“You should be more careful who you go home with,” Kash informs her.
My eyes drop to her white club dress. The cuts on her neck have blood running down and soaking up into the fabric. She’s shaking like a leaf on a tree. Her knees are bruised, and she has rope burns on her wrists and ankles.
“You told him you could handle it,” I remind her. The woman has been trying to get into Haidyn’s bed for months now. He finally caved, and well, it doesn’t look like it was up to par with what she wanted him to be.
We’ve all got our demons, and we each let them play in different ways.
“Fuck you!” she hisses, running past and knocking her shoulders into both of us.
Kashton turns to watch her skip the elevator and rush down the stairs while I enter Haidyn’s bedroom. It looks like a tornado hit it with the sheets ripped off the bedding and broken glass on the floor. A couple of empty bottles of vodka and it smells like weed. The rope is still wrapped around each bedpost and puddled on the carpet. There’s a knife on the nightstand, and the curtains have been ripped from the floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the woods.
I sigh, running a hand through my hair.
Kashton enters and grunts at the scene. “You did the right thing,” he reassures me.
Haidyn isn’t ready for Ashtyn to return. Her leaving left us all with very bad tastes in our mouths. We each paid for her freedom. But Haidyn was dished out the worst when it came to our “training.”
No one leaves Carnage. Ever. Doesn’t matter why or how you got here. Once you’re brought in, you die here. We had to be taught a lesson. One we’ll never forget and one we’ll pass on to her as well.
Kashton slaps me on the back. “I’ll call David.” He pulls out his cell, and I make my way out of Haidyn’s room and down the hall to the elevator.
Making my way to the seventh floor, I walk toward the open door, hearing a feminine voice.
“Talk to me, Haidyn,” the therapist says to my brother as I approach the door.
It’s open so I peek into it, leaning against the doorframe to see him standing at the floor-to-ceiling windows, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. She faces the back of him while sitting in the white leather highback chair. They’re clueless I’m present.
“What are you thinking?” She goes on.
He snorts, turns, and walks over to her. His stride is confident and slow. She straightens, her legs crossing as she looks up at him. If she wasn’t already fidgety, her eyes would give her away.
Haidyn is the biggest one out of the three of us. Six-foot-seven and two fifty. Covered in ink and usually blood that isn’t his. Men fear him, and women beg him to fuck them.
He places his hands on both armrests and leans over to where his face is in front of hers. “You don’t want to know what I’m thinking.” His eyes drop to her tits that her fitted button-up white silk blouse shows off.
“I’m…I’m here to help you,” she whispers, rubbing her sweaty palms softly down her black pencil skirt. Poor girl didn’t know what she was getting into when she recently took the job. She’s the sixth one over the last three years.
“Help me?” he asks as if that’s a foreign idea. Unreachable. “Do you really mean that, Charlotte?” Haidyn plays with her.
She swallows nervously, her eyes dropping to stare out the window. Unable to make eye contact, she softly answers, “Of course.”
“I know what you can do.” The corners of his lips pull back, showing a shadow of a smirk.
Her eyes move to his, widening as her breathing accelerates. “W-what?”
“Let me rip off your clothes.”
She gasps.
“I’ll tie you up in a tight little ball, suspend you from the ceiling so that your cunt, mouth, and ass are easily on display for me to fuck.”
Her pretty face pales at the thought of him touching her in such a way. If she were wearing pearls, she’d clutch them.
He goes on, feeding off her fear like a fire does oxygen. “Once I’m done violating you, I’ll sit down, have a smoke while I let you hang there, and watch my cum leak from your stretched-out and overused holes like the worthless whore you’re meant to be.”
She’s trembling. Her back pressed into the chair, praying it swallows her up from the big bad man who wants to use her like a sex doll.
“I can’t promise you’ll like it, but it’ll make me feel better,” he adds. “Still want to help me, doll face?” He releases the armrest with his right hand and places it on her knee, making her jump, and a whimper escapes her nude-painted lips.
“Haidyn,” I say, announcing my presence.
He gives a rough laugh, pushing off her chair, and she stands to run out of the room, pushing me out of the way.
Haidyn goes back to the windows. There’s nothing around for miles-just woods, more woods, and mountains. The Spade brothers-our fathers-once thought that was enough to keep the prisoners contained. But Ashtyn proved them wrong, so we added extra precautions to make sure no one ever escapes again, including us. Not like we’d ever walk away from Carnage. No matter how much we want to.
“We brought her in to help you,” I remind him.
“She can’t,” he growls.
“You don’t even let her try,” I argue. I think a part of her wants to fix him even though she understands he’s not broken. He’s just a man with demons.
“Unless she’s on her knees, she’s useless,” he mumbles.
“Kash called David.”
David is a pimp, and the women he loans out are as close to therapy as Haidyn’s ever going to get. At least they seem to help for a little bit. When you’re willing to pay for sex, you get to do whatever you want. Case in point-I was balls deep inside Ashtyn not even forty-eight hours ago, and she had no idea who I was. Just a man willing to pay to use her body. She’ll be giving it to me for free from now on.
“Is she here?” Haidyn asks, ignoring my previous statement.
“Yeah.” Kashton and I arrived with Ashtyn yesterday morning, but we hadn’t seen Haidyn until now. I kept her sedated for quite some time. I wanted her to heal somewhat before she awoke and realized her life has forever changed. I have plans for her, and I can’t start fulfilling them until she’s ready.
His hands fist as he whispers, “You shouldn’t have brought her back.”
I run mine through my hair. “She’s here for us to use. You…we all deserve our revenge.” I once loved Ashtyn, but I let her cloud my judgement. It made me soft and almost got my brothers killed. I won’t make that mistake again.
He turns around to face me. “I’m going to kill her,” he growls. “Don’t you get that? If I touch her, she’s dead.” He takes in a deep, calming breath. “And the worst part of that is she doesn’t deserve it.” He hangs his head and shakes it. “She’s not responsible for what happened once she was gone.”
“She left us,” I grind out. Just thinking about her running from me and getting away with it makes me want to kill some unlucky bastard. We got lucky, or I probably would have never found her. I hate to admit it, but my wife hid well.
“No. She left you. She never belonged to Kashton or me. She was yours, and you let us borrow her. Big difference.”
I did. I got off on watching my brothers get off. She loved it. And that’s what turned me on the most. She was mine to use, but she was also mine to loan out. Now she’s under our roof and the three of us will make sure she’s always on her knees. “Well, she’s ours now,” I say just as Kashton enters.