Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

Shackled (The Lord Series)
9. Alekos
I don’t think I have ever heard a more beautiful sound than that of Angel coming on my fingers.
Angelica Hernandez.
Angl.
The only woman that managed to break my heart twice. The woman that I knew was ‘the one’, from the moment I saw her. The one that got away. Finally, in my arms, where she belon
After high school, I did everything I could to forget about her. During college, when I met Reyes and Stefan, there had been a brief moment, when I thought that I would settle soon and start a family. Then, that was brutally taken away from my blood-brothers and me. After that, Reyes and I partied, drank, and f ucked any willing woman, while Stefan watched and made sure we didn’t get into any trouble. Though, as a Lord, trouble always has a way of finding me.
Sometimes trouble was good, as it kept me distracted from thinking of Angel. She had been my love and nemesis from day one. I don’t think I have ever desired a woman more than I do her. I not only want her, but my entire b*dy craves her.
With her long black hair, chocolate eyes, and petite figure… she kept my right hand busy many nights, during high school. I always avoided sleeping with women that looked like her. It would have f ucked with my mind badly, and I would have probably gone to her father’s house. And that would have probably gotten me in deep, deep sh it.
In fact, it had been a long time since I last thought of Angel I even managed to trick myself into believing I didn’t have feelings for her anymore. Then she showed up at my company, demanding to see me, saying I got her pregnant. I only let her into my office, because I was angry at the audacity this woman had and wanted to…punish her, only to have all that obsession. I felt for her resurface, the moment I saw her.
She and I-born on different sides of the border that separates the Dukes from the Lords-would never work. Theoretically Because, practically, I am ready to da anything to keep her. Even break her. Break her mind and f uck with it, until she is emotionally dependent on me.
I tried to make her leave, even said hurtful things, but her fear of Carlos is bigger than her disgust for me. I knine she hates me. Her eyes never lie. I don’t care anymore, though. My feelings are enough for both of us
And I am not the only one who will love her. The band that ties me to Stefan and Beyes will extend to Angel. Not all Lords have this connection, only those that decided to become blood-brothers

Blood brothers are the only ones that share a woman. It is not socially accepted, but the Lords don’t give a f uck about that. We take what we want and break what we can’t. We might break Angel, bat we will love and protect her at all costs.
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Her pus sy squeezes my fingers hard, and I am a second away from bending her over my desk and f ucking her. While that sounds very tempting, I want to have her in my bed, for the first time I make her mine.
“What do you say?” I ask Stefan and Reyes.
Stefan usually goes with anything Reyes and I decide, but choosing our bonded is something the three of us should voice our a
opinion on.
Reyes is the one that concerns me. He might like f ucking as much as I do, but he is not a big fan of women. Not when it comes to bringing one into our house. And he does not believe in love. The look he has on his face right now, though, is pure.. passessiveness. Interesting.
Angel leans her head on my shoulder. A moment later, she releases the grip she has on my hand. I don’t pull my Engers out from her pus sy, wanting to feel her warmth a little longer. Her muscles still clench around my digits, making it hard to think of anything other than her perfection
“What family is she from? She doesn’t look familiar,” Stefan says.
“Her father is Luis Hernandez,” I let my blood-brothers know,
Reyes seems unfazed by what I said, but Stefan is shocked.
“The daughter of a Duke?” Stefan asks. “Have you lost your mind?”
Angel tries to pull her skirt down, but I stop her. There is no need for her to be shy around us.
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9. Alekos
Lain le her waist with my free hand, before bringing my fingers to her mouth. They are slick with her paires. While I want nothing more than to lick them clean, wanting to taste het essence again, something else crises to my mind. “Open,” I order her, as I nan my fingers over her mouth.
She looks up defiantly, pressing her lips together. Stubborn, as always. Never had a woman challenge me as much as Angel does, but I guess that’s what I love most about bet
I slap her right thigh hard enough to leave a red print on her skin. She sucks in a breath.
“Open” 1 kry again.
This time she does as I ask.
Pumping my fingers in and out of her mouth, I give her another instruction. “Taste yourself”