Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

Shackled (The Lord Series)
16. Angel
King Cobras? What an odd name for a chat group.
Alekos: Stop assaulting Angel and get her home. She has had enough for today,
After I finish reading, Reyes blocks the phone and puts it back in his pocket, and has the elevator moving again. I should have guessed there were cameras in the elevator
“Just when I was having fun.” He sounds disappointed. I feel relieved. “But we can finish what we started, when we get home.”
Great. Just what I need, more fingering.
The elevator goes down to the garage and Reyes fixes my clothes for me.
“What about the cuff I ask, when the doors open.
Grabbing my left arm and guiding me out, Reyes says, “They look good on you.”
Is he serious now?
Without any concerns for my discomfort, with having to walk barefoot while handcuffed, Reyes has me walk over to his car. We run into some people that look at me with curious eyes. I can tell they are dying to know what is going on. But Reyes does not explain. At least that. I would not want him to tell them about who I am or what I am doing there.
We stop in front of a blue car and I have to say I am impressed, I might not know much about cars, but from time to time, I like to see what is new or the best models in the world.
“that a Bugatti Chimni Pur Sport?”

Reyes seems impressed. “Brand new. Do you like it?”
Who wouldn’t like it? It is a car worth millions. Only rich people can afford it. Even if I come from a rich family, my father never spoiled me. When I was so I wanted a pony-only because Salma got one-but my father gave me a book instead. I don’t even think I am in his will, especially now that I have run away from home. He will probably donate all his wealth in the charity. Or to another family member. Maybe my cousin Arad. We used to be close, until he had his initiation as
Duke and became an as shole, like all of them.
“it’s beautiful.” I appreciate nice things, when I see them..
He smiles. If he was handsome before, now he is even more so. Opening the passenger door for me, he says. “Let me show you how it purrs.”
I would love nothing more than to go for a ride, but not when I am still handcuffed.
“I need the cuffs to come
He smirks. “Not until I finish playing with you, Nena. Now get in. I can hardly wait to get home and start training your little as s for when I f uck it”
My eyebrows shoot up. I thought he was joking when he asked if I liked an al. “But it will hurt.”
“Only if I bend you over the car and f uck it dry, it w But I don’t want to do that and ruin it for Alekos and Stefan. With a lot of lube and some plugs, you will
learn to love it.”
I wonder what he will do if I put a plug into his asy? Will he punish me or will he like it? But after a few seconds of thinking, I decide I don’t want to know.
Reyes forces me inside and the night of the accident comes to my mind. “I need to have my hands free, in case something happens,” I try to reason with him.
“I am an excellent driver. Even if I were to f uck you with you on top, I would not crash the car.”
I don’t even want to ask how he knows that
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16. Angel
“Please?” I try again.
Reyes puts the seat belt on for me. “I would never let anything happen to you.”
Right. Like I would believe him, after he put a knife at my neck with G od knows what intentions.
Knowing that I might have a panic attack, I try to concentrate on anything else, other than the fact that I will be not only in the front passenger seat but also that I am completely helpless in case of an accident. If only I had my hands free, then I would be fine.
Reyes gets behind the wheel and he doesn’t seem to notice that I am starting to have trouble breathing. My shoulders start to ache, because of the position I am in and I try to latch on to that section. Fortunately, Reyes did not put the cuffs too tight around my wrists. For a person that hates pain, it sounds like a better alternative than having a PTSD episode, while I am on a ride around the city with a hot guy-making little fantasy scenarios inside my head has always helped me, when I have been in bad situations.
Inching my skirt up, Reyes caresses the inside of my thighs and leans ever to k*ss me. “You are so f ucking beautiful and preet.”
Beautiful and sweet? He is not being serious, right?
The look in his eyes lets me know he is not… lying. Wait. Does he really think I am beautiful? That is a first. What do I say in these situations? So are you? Except he is not sweet, but he is drop-dead gorgeous. And rich enough to buy such an expensive car.