Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“My mother and my stepdad.” Her shoulders are back, and her head held high. She’s so proud of that statement.
“Go home…grab your gun and put a bullet in her head while she sleeps.” That’s what her stepdad told me, and I highly doubt she knows what kind of future she has. Does she even know she’s a founder…how much power she truly has? Doubtful.
Her smile falls at my silence, and her eyes drop to my chest, avoiding mine. Sitting up, I cup her face in both of my hands and give her a reassuring smile. “Not everyone is as lucky as you, doll face.” I lie, not wanting to burst her bubble that she thinks she’s safe in.
That smile returns, and her nails softly run up and down my back, making me break out in goose bumps. “You??”
I push my lips to hers, cutting her off. Enough bullshit talking. If she wants to believe in fairy tales, then that’s on her. I don’t believe in them, nor do I want one. She’s naked in my bed, so why talk when I can fuck her?
CHARLOTTE
I squeal as he picks me up and throws me onto my back. When he kneels between my open legs, I drop my eyes to his hard dick. I could feel him while I straddled him. I’ve been trying to have a real conversation with him, but it was so distracting.
When I woke up this morning in his arms, he seemed different. He wasn’t a Lord or a Spade brother. He was just a man holding me. It gave me a sense of hope. I know what my future holds for me. My Lord will hate me. I thought I had accepted that years ago and only wanted power, but to feel protected, loved? Even if it was false, it fucked with my mind. It made me want that.
“Stop that, doll face.” Haidyn’s voice breaks through my inner rambling.
“Huh?” I ask, my eyes meeting his as he hovers over me.
He grabs my waist and tosses me over onto my stomach and grabs my hips, pulling my ass up into the air. His knees spread mine wide open, and then he’s pushing his cock into my pussy. No foreplay, no ropes, chains, or gags. Just one hand in my hair, shoving the side of my face into his mattress while the other shoves his thumb in my ass, and he fucks my cunt until I’m crying out his name, and my cum covers his pierced dick.
I open my heavy eyes and look around the room. It’s just Muffin and me in his bed. Getting to my feet, I use the restroom and put on a shirt before I exit his primary suite. My stomach rumbles, telling me to eat some breakfast. I came twice, and after that, I was nothing but jelly. Haidyn fucked me until I passed out.
Walking down the hallway, I come to the open kitchen and living room where I see Haidyn standing by a kitchen chair in the center of the room. Rope sits on the black leather and so does a syringe. I step back and spin to return to his room.
“It’s going to happen, Annabelle.”
The name makes my teeth clench. What makes him decide to call me by it? When he’s mad at me? Did I do something to piss him off? I thought we shared a moment this morning? Maybe it was wishful thinking talking about love. I mean, I know he’s never going to feel that for another woman, but I still felt he had opened up to me just by asking me if I wanted kids. It was a very personal question, and for the first time, it was as if he wanted to know about me. The real me. Not the one I pretend to be because I have to.
“Either you willingly sit down in the chair, or I chase you down, drag you back by your hair, and tie you to it. What’s it going to be?”
I shouldn’t get excited at the way he explains the things he’s going to do to me. But I can’t help it. You can only fight for so long, but eventually, it’s pointless. Closing my eyes, I silently curse. Goddamn him for doing this to me. Turning back to face him, I lift my chin and walk toward him. When I come to a stop in front of the chair, he lowers his eyes to the T-shirt of his that I wear.
“Strip,” he commands, and I feel those butterflies in my stomach that always come when he tells me what to do.
I pull the material up and over my head, tossing it to the side.
“Have a seat, doll face.” He taps the leather and picks up the syringe before I do as he says.
FIFTY
HAIDYN
After I finished fucking her, she passed out, and I thought about what she said to me in bed. She knows more than she’s letting on, and this is the only way to get what I want out of her.
I take the rope and kneel behind the chair. “Hands behind your back,” I command, and she crosses her wrists behind the chair. Once I’m done securing her wrists together, I take the excess rope and bring it underneath the chair where I tie it around both of her ankles. I don’t need her in a tight spot because I know she won’t fight me on this. I just need her in one place. It’s more for her safety than anything else.
I rise and move to stand in front of her and remove the cap off the syringe. She tilts her head to the side for me and sucks in a deep breath. “Good girl,” I praise her, and she whimpers. After I push the needle into her neck, I place the cap back on and set it on the kitchen island before returning to her.
I gently cup her chin, forcing her to look up at me, and her eyes go heavy almost instantly. “What do you know about Dollhouse?” I get to the point. I didn’t give her as much as last time. I’ve only got a few questions, so this will wear off a lot quicker.
“Never heard of it.”
Bill did say she had no clue what she was meant to do if she fulfills her assignment. “You lied to me in bed this morning about your Lord. Why?” I know he’s not dead. That would be too easy. She’s meant for someone, especially if she’s who Bill says she is.
Charlotte blinks, licking her lips. “Because you have him.”
I frown. “What does that mean?”
“He’s at Carnage.”
Interesting. We have a lot of Lords go in and out of Carnage. The turnaround rate is actually pretty high. Most don’t last long. “Who told you that?”
“Bill.”
“How the hell would he know that?” Funny that Bill didn’t mention that to me during our meetup. I knew he was keeping shit from me.
“He plays golf with his father…”
“Who is your Lord?”
“Winston Garvey.”
Hmm. Never heard of that name, so Bill is lying to her or the Lord is going by another name. I’m starting to think anything is possible. “When are you supposed to marry him?”
“A year ago.” Her lashes flutter, and I run a hand through my hair. She did tell me she would have already had at least one kid by now.
I want to ask her about breeders, but I don’t. She doesn’t know anything about it. As a Lord, you’re never told what your punishment is for failing an assignment. The Lords want you to be surprised. “What do you know about the founders?” I decide to ask.
Her brows pull together in confusion. “No one knows who they are.”
Well, fuck! This didn’t get me anywhere. Pulling out my pocketknife, I cut the rope and untie her. Picking her up, I carry her back to bed and pull the covers up over her neck. “It’ll wear off within an hour,” I say, kissing her forehead gently.
As I walk away, she speaks softly, “May I ask you a question?”
I sit down next to her, brushing her dark hair from her face, and smile. “What is it?”
“Why don’t you have a Lady?”
I tilt my head to the side but don’t answer.
“Is it because you denied her, or the Lords denied you a Lady as punishment?”
“Why do you think they’d deny me a Lady?” Such a strange word for her to use.
“I got an email about you…under Lady, it said denied.”
Adam and I have been through her laptop, and any emails she received from the Lords have been wiped clean with no trace of how to retrieve them. So I have no clue what they’ve sent her. I decide to ask my own question. “If you think I’ve been denied a Lady, then why did you ask me about getting married this morning?”
“Because everyone deserves someone.” She yawns, and her eyes flutter shut.
Four years ago
Adam and I enter the office at Carnage, and all conversation comes to a halt. All four of our fathers are present.
Mine looks at me. “Haidyn, just who I wanted to see.”