Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

7. Angel
And women are crazy over men like Alekos? He sounds…like a madman.

“Even if I have k*ssed another man before, it has nothing to do with you. Besides, you are going to let two other men f uck me,” I remind him. “Not to mention you slept with countless women before me.”

“I might have been with other women, but all that is in the past now. As for my blood-brothers, Reyes and Stefan, they are the only ones that can touch you. I will explain why soon. Now. How many?” he asks again.

I am not sure if Alekos deserves to be told the truth, but sometimes lying is so tiresome. “I haven’t k*ssed anyone up to now.”

Not because I was saving it for some ideal man, but except for Alekos, I never liked anyone. Maybe I should have k*ssed Jason back in high school. And maybe let him be my first. Just to spite Alekos.

Alekos seems to look at me in a different light. His eyes soften a bit. “Not only a virgin, but one untouched by a man. In my lair. Do you know what this means?”

The regret of not letting Jason k*ss me is growing with each passing moment.

“I can’t believe my luck,” he murmurs. His hand moves from my chin to the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair.

I can’t believe that I have to f uck not only Alekos but also two other men I have never met before, just for the sake of my safety.

“Your first k*ss belongs to me. I can’t believe my luck,” he murmurs again. “Not only your first k*ss, but your virginity as well,” he says, before his lips engulf mine.

My back stiffens.

For a moment, I can’t process what is happening, but Alekos’ mouth moves roughly against mine, his tongue seeking entrance. Not having done this before, I freeze. Kissing should be easy, though. I have seen plenty of people doing it. His tongue forces my lips to part and spears into my mouth, exploring it. My hands find their way to his shoulders, my fingers digging into his muscles. Then I finally react, and I k*ss him back, my tongue curling around his. He makes a sound, somewhere between a growl and a groan, becoming more aggressive. It feels like he is punishing my mouth, with how rough he is k*ssing me.

access to my mouth, while his other hand travels up to my chest. Many girls and women prefer push-up bras, but I always liked the lacy ones. When his palm covers my right

ucking me will destroy me. However, I can’t turn back on my word now. Not

my jaw, k*ssing and nibbling it, before reaching my earlobe. “So responsive,” he coos into my ear.

No.

Maybe?

Not for him.

I shake my head.

go of my breast, yanks my skirt up, and shoves his hand between my legs. “Liar. You are so wet,

reacting so fast to

but he grabs my wrist. “Someone might enter and see us,” I point out

problem. Though, I am a generous man. I don’t mind others seeing your

at him. “Given your history with Salma and other women, I know you don’t mind being seen n*ked, but that doesn’t mean I want others to see my pus

forces my head back. “I have f ucked many women, yes. I do love S**. But from now on, you will be the only one

lucky if I get to sleep next to you, after you f uck me,

at him, he snarls, “I think it is time to show you what happens, when you doubt my words.” Another slap makes me yelp even louder. “You like to be a bad

am a woman,

are,” he says, before grabbing my panties with both

“What the actual—”

fingers inside of me, and the words die on my lips. One finger was bad enough, but two of them at once? I feel

whimper. My