Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
CHARLOTTE
Stretching my back, I groan. Fuck, I’m so sore. My entire body hurts. There’s a dull ache at the back of my head, and my side hurts. Whatever Devin gave me back at Carnage has worn off.
I open my heavy eyes and reach out my arms across the bed. My eyes pop open when I feel I’m alone.
Typical.
He fucks me and then leaves me. Rolling onto my back, I stare up at his dark ceiling. The sound of the rain still falls outside on the windows to my left. It’s soothing. I love it when it storms. The only thing to make it better would be if I woke up with Haidyn still inside me.
I tense. What the fuck, Charlotte?
A phone beeps, and thankfully, I don’t have to dig deeper into that thought. I roll over and pick up my cell off the nightstand and see it’s an email from the Lords. I open it up, and there’s a video. My eyes go to the bedroom door as it slowly opens farther, and then a second later, Muffin jumps up onto the bed and settles on Haidyn’s pillow.
Getting up, I grab my earbuds and lie back down again under the covers and push play on the video.
It’s not like the other videos they’ve sent me. This one is different. It’s of a large bedroom with guys standing around. Some have beers in their hands; others have mixed drinks. One guy is smoking a cigarette while the other is getting high. It looks like a college frat party of sorts. But they all have one thing in common-a cell phone in their hand-and they are all recording something in the room.
A door opens, and Saint exits first as he pulls Ashtyn out of what looks like an en suite bathroom. It’s old because he’s missing the snake tattoos around his neck. She’s naked from the waist down. He brings her to a stop, spins her around, and he places his hand on her face, kissing her.
Her body melts into his as she moans into his mouth. He pulls away first and pushes her onto the bed. He flips her onto her stomach and yanks her ass up in the air. Haidyn comes into view, and I sit up straighter. My eyes shoot to the open bedroom door, but it’s still just me and Muffin.
Saint reaches his hand out, and Haidyn hands him a belt. Saint quickly ties her arms behind her back, and she wiggles her ass against his jeans. Saint laughs. “Oh, you’re getting fucked, sweetheart. Remember the rules…no coming for them.”
My heart picks up at his words. Surely, Haidyn isn’t going to fuck her in this room full of guys?
Saint gets off the bed and moves to either side of the footboard and ties her ankles to it. Her legs are wide open, and the guy recording the video walks over to look at her smooth pussy. She’s soaking wet. Digging her face into the bed, she whimpers. “Saint…?”
He undoes his jeans and pulls out his dick as he yanks her to the edge. Kashton hands him a bottle of lube, and Saint pours it all over her, letting it drip down her legs. He begins to fuck her ass.
My eyes shoot to Haidyn’s bedroom door, turning down the volume all the way even though I’ve got earbuds in as the video continues to play. I don’t want to watch Saint fuck her. It feels…wrong.
I stare out the bedroom door into the dark hallway, expecting…no hoping that Haidyn comes into his room. Because I want a reason to have to turn off the video. I don’t want to see what I already know is coming.
But like a train wreck that you can’t look away from, my eyes drop back down to my phone, and I see Saint pulling out of her ass. He leaves her lying there tied face down, and Haidyn steps up at the end of the bed.
My heart starts hammering in my chest as he undoes his jeans and pulls out his hard dick. I turn up the volume as he speaks, “You love having our cum leaking out of your ass, don’t you, baby girl?”
Baby girl?
“Haidyn…” She whimpers his name, rocking her hips back and forth, and the blood rushes in my ears.
“Don’t worry. We’re all going to fuck you like the whore you are, Ash,” he assures her, and the men in the room laugh.
He takes the head of his cock and runs it up over her pussy, smearing it with her wetness, lube, and Saint’s cum before he pushes it into her ass.
She cries out his name as he reaches forward, grabbing a hold of her dark hair and holds her face down into the bed as her back arches, and he starts to fuck her. His free hand on her bare ass, his fingers digging into her skin. Her moans fill my ears as she rocks back and forth against him.
“That’s it, baby girl…”
I shut off my phone and throw it across the room, unable to watch anymore. Tossing the covers off, I get to my feet and rip my earbuds out and hurl them as well before I begin to pace. I’m trying to catch my breath. It feels like someone just punched me in the stomach.
Why? He’s not mine. Not like he was hers.
He loved her, I remind myself. She was supposed to be his, and he gave her away to Saint.
Laura had said that she was sleeping with them, and Ashtyn said they never fucked her vaginally. Knowing it and seeing it are two very different things.
I’m sweating, my pulse racing. Why do I fucking care so much? I don’t want him. I knew going into this there was no future. But the way he fucked me when we got home…it fucked with my head.
And that video…I run my hands through my tangled hair.
I’ve got to get out of this house. It’s making me insane.
My skin is hot, and my head is pounding. I’m so fucking pissed. Why did they send me that? Do they think I’m getting too close? They want to push me away from him? They want me to know he’ll never belong to me. I’ll never be her. The one he let go.
FUCK!
I pick up a T-shirt on the floor and yank it on and storm out his bedroom. Coming into the living room, I can hear “Coming Undone” by Korn filtering down the hallway, and I know exactly where it’s coming from.
Making my way toward the back of the house, I shove the gym door open to find him standing in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants facing away from me lifting free weights. I shamelessly watch the way his back muscles flex before he notices I’ve joined him.
His eyes meet mine in the mirror, and I cross my arms over my chest, waiting for him to stop the music.
“That’s it, baby girl…”
My teeth grind at the words echoing in my mind.
He sets the free weights down and turns to face me. He picks up his cell and lowers the music but doesn’t turn it completely off. “What are you doing awake?”
I don’t like his tone as if I’m not allowed to be up and out of bed this time of night. As if he knows that I was just watching him fuck another woman.
After I was attacked, and when we got back here, he fucked me…I felt something that I’ve never felt before-loved. But it was an illusion. I was emotional, and he was the one there for me. He was still typical Haidyn-rough and needy. But it was also the gentlest I think he’s ever been. There were no handcuffs, no ropes, and no toys. Just him and me. It was just as amazing as any other time he’s made me his. But I want a fight right now. I want to slap his fucking handsome face and then kneel like an obedient dog and beg him to fuck my mouth. I want to prove to him that I’m not Ashtyn. That I can be better than her. I don’t belong to anyone else. He doesn’t have to share me with another man. I’m all his. Fuck, I’m so goddamn stupid, even I know it’s pathetic.
“I’m leaving,” I inform him, lifting my chin. I’m still trying to catch my breath.
I’m shaking I’m so fucking livid. At him. At myself. At Ashtyn. A part of me says it wasn’t her fault. Saint was the one who passed her around to his friends. A Lord can share his chosen with whoever he wants. That’s what she had told Laura. It wasn’t like Ashtyn crawled to him on her hands and knees and begged him to fuck her. In that video. Who knows how many are out there like that.
“No. You’re not.”
“I’m not your prisoner, Haidyn.” I can leave whenever I want. “Find another whore to use.” I can think of at least one.
He’s across the room before I can even turn to leave. His hand wraps around my throat and I rise to my tiptoes. “You’re the whore I want to use, doll face.”
I fucking hate that it makes me feel special. It’s just another lie.
His eyes search mine, and I hope he can see how much I hate him right now. “Do I need to start tying you to the bed before you fall asleep?”
“Fuck you, Haidyn,” I grind out, my hands gripping his muscular tattooed arm, but the thought sounds so good. That he wants to keep me here. Even if it’s as a pet. No. I saw the video…I know I’m just the current whore in his bed. I’m sure there’s a line of them waiting for him. Hell, I’m sure they text him all the time. Just like the woman at the clinic. The way she looked at him-mouth watering and ready to beg.
His jaw sharpens, and he lets go of me and commands, “Remove your shirt.”
My breath catches but my teeth clench. I hate this give and take. My mind wants to give him whatever the fuck he wants. My body wants him to take it.
“No,” I tell him, and the threatening smile he gives me replaces the doubt that I’m not good enough and fills my stomach with butterflies. “I’m leaving.” With that, I turn, tossing my hair over my shoulder and hoping it hits him in the face.
An arm wraps around my neck, pulling me to a quick stop. “Haidyn-” I growl, trying to fight his hold.