Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

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Shackled (The Lord Series)
18. Angel
“Blood-brothers? I really don’t understand why you, Alekos, and Stefan refer to one another as such.”
“There is a special ceremony in which the Lords that want to become blood-brothers participate. And yes, blood is part of the ceremony.”
“Sex as well?” There is nothing wrong with men f ucking other men.
Reyes’ eyes grow cold. “While I love Alekos and Stefan with all my heart, I am not into f ucking either of them. Only women.”
“Just asking. What happens if one of the blood brothers goes rogue?”
“He is killed.” The anger disappears from his eyes, leaving him so emotionless, it makes me wonder if he killed so many people he is desensitized now
He grabs my hand and takes me to the bathroom-which is pretty much as lifeless as the rest of his room. And very, very clean. As if it had never been used before. Reyes might be a clean freak.
“Strip,” he says, and I start doing that.
I let my clothes fall next to me and he glares at me, as he picks them up and folds them neatly and puts them in the laundry
basket. Who folds the dirty laundry?
The counter around the sink is pretty big and Reyes has me sit on it. Taking sha ving cream and a new razor from a drawer he says, “Spread those legs for me and stay still. I don’t want to accidentally nick your little pus sy.”
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Hearing him say that makes me nervous. “Reyes, I can do this by myself I am not a small child.”
He slaps my thighs. “I am not going to repeat myself.”

I shake my head. “I don’t trust you not to cut me.”
He grabs my hair, forcing me to look into his eyes. “I thought you promised to obey us.”
“I did not!” I retort.
“Alekos is night, you do need to be taught your place.”
mean?-
“What does that even mean?
“You will learn soon enough. Obey me and I won’t punish you.”
“Look, I promised to obey you when it comes to my safety. And my pus sy is not a matter of safety.”
He wraps his fingers around my neck. “My sweet, Nena,” he coos, putting the razor against my face. “I don’t think you understand who is in charge here. But don’t worry, I will show you,” he sneers.
A shiver runs down my spine. Reyes was telling me the truth-he is a psychopath. “I will do as you ask. Just, don’t hurt me.”
Still holding the razor against my face, he k*sses me softly. “Spread those legs or I will cuff you and f uck your throat so hard you will throw up.”
Reyes is not the type of man to make empty threats. The smart thing is to do as he asks and nothing bad will happen to me.
1 open my
as wide as I can and try not to move as Reyes spreads sh aving cream on me. For a moment, I think I will have a strange reaction to it, but a look at the bottle lets me know it is specially for intimate areas, for both women and men. Reyes is also sha ved, so I guess it is the sh aving cream he uses, when he takes
care of himself.
Reyes takes his time with me. When he is done, he takes a step back and whistles loudly.
“I have never seen a prettier pus sy. And not to mention the way it tastes. Once Alekos pops your cherry, I can finally enjoy it. At least I can lick it as much as I want. But knowing Alekos, I doubt you will be a virgin for much longer.”
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18. Angel
He lets the water run in the bathtub and adds ells to it, before picking me up in his arms and placing me inside it. He gets behind me, his legs around mine. I lean my back on his chest and he wraps his arms around my waist and buries his fece in my hair,
While it is not the first hug I have received today, this one feels so intimate, I almost cry. It’s been so long since I felt a connection with someone. I know it is stup id to feel like this about Reyes, after he held a knife to my neck and a razor against my cheek, but him holding me is so nice.
Ever since my mother died, I was deprived of affection. My father spent a lot of time in his office, working, harely having any time for me. The nanny that usually took care of me, was there only for the money and while she treated me well, she couldn’t care less if she was taking care of me or other children.
Reyes cups my ti ts. “Your nipples will be pierced soon, Your cli t as well.”
I look over my shoulder at him. “I am not getting any piercings. I have heard how badly the ones in the nipples hurt, and I don’t like pain.”
“There are many types of pain. Some will make you feel good, others won’t,” he sa
“Pain is pain.”
says, as he picks up a bath sponge and puts b*dy wash on it.
“Yes, but there are ways to block it,” he says as he starts washing my hair. “Or trick your brain into thinking it is not pain you are experiencing. You can do the same with other things also. The brain can be your biggest ally or your worst enemy.”
Wait, did he say ‘block the pain? Trick the brain about the sensations I am feeling? This is something I want to learn more about,