Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

hackled (The Lord Series)
31. Angel
Beyes stuffs it. “And tomorrow, I will be in her as s while Stefan is f ucking her pretty mouth.”
They talk about me like I am nothing more than a se x sla ve they can use whenever they feel like it. If they think I am going to shut up just because they are keeping mesafe, they are wrong-
“I am right hare,” 1 huff, annoyed.
Alekos smirked. “And in a minute or two, you will be in my bed.”
Alekos’s room is different from that of Reyes. It is not only bigger than that of Reyes, but it also has personality. White and black photos of women’s legs wearing high heels hang on the walls. Across from the king-size bed is an electric fireplace. Two armchairs are in front of it. Airplane models and books sit on the shelves of an oak bookcase.
Alekos goes over to the armchairs, takes his phone out of his pocket, sits, and starts typing
“Do you want me to take a shower first?” I ask aukwardly because I don’t know what I am supposed to do
Alekos is not only silent, but he doesn’t even bother to look at me.
Minutes pass, and I am still next to the bed waiting for Alekos to say something, but he keeps ignoring me.
“Suck your rock then?” I mutter. Alekos keeps typing-
Maybe he changed his mind about f ucking me?
Whatever.
Not that mind. I am sure Reyes would be more than happy to let me sleep in his bed.
I study the black and white pictures.
Mr. Raptou his shoe fetish. Or maybe he likes high heels.
I go to the bookcase and run my fingers across book spines. Reading is something I enjoy a lot, but not when I am so tired.
Alekos is scrolling through his phone, and I lie on the bed. My eyes close almost instantly.

I am drifting to sleep when Alekos suddenly talks. “Did I say you can sleep?”
I glare at him but say nothing.
am going to take a shower. When I return to the room, I expect to find you on your knees next to the bed.”
He really has an obsession with women being on their knees. A very unhealthy obession.
I am supposed to make him think I want to stay. I am supposed to seduce him, but I am so tired right now,
Tomorrow
Tomorrow, I will go back te
1g my plan.
Just for tonight, I will be a d ick, just like he is
Alekos goes to the bathroom. Moments later, I hear the water running. Taking advantage of being alone, I go over to his walk-in closet and grab one of his shirts before returning to the bed and slipping under the duvet.
A nightmare starts as soon as I fall asleep. It is not always the same, but I often dream of my mother’s death. Even now, I can still hear the screech of tires on the
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wet asphah. It wasn’t raining that night. Or at least I don’t remember that it rained. But I do remember the pain in my right elbow as I hit it on the window when The cat flipped. My mom was screaming, and so was 1. And then a deafening sound that always wakes me up. Not screaming, as many do when having a bad dream. I used to scream and cry for the first few years. No one came to comfort me, so in time, I learned how to wake up in silence after a nightmare.
Alekos is standing next to the bed, a towel around his waist. “What the f uck did I tell you to do?”
1 push away the duvet and sit on the bed.
“Are you wearing clothes?” he snaps at me.
“I don’t like sleeping n*ked. And keep your voice down,” I shush him. “The others are sleeping. We should do the same.”
back on the bed and cover myself with the duvet. I doubt I will fall back asleep, not after dreaming about the death of my mother.
Alekos yanks the duvet and throws it on the door. “You have ten seconds to get your a ss out of bed and kneel by the bed. Naked!”
Why is he so loud?
I
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“If you want a where willing to be on her knees every time you command, you can go to Giselle!”
My hand covers may mouth the moment I realize what I just said. It is not Giselle’s fault that she has to serve Alekos, nor do I think she is a w h o re.
Alekos” eyes burn with rage, the veins in his neck bulging. I have seen him angry before, but not this angry
*If I wanted Giselle as my woman, it would have happened by now. But of all the women in this city, I chose you. You promised to ober, but all you do is fight me every da mn second. If you don’t want to be my woman, get your sorry as s out of my house.”
Despite his
anger, his tone is calma.
here, am I not?
“Five seconds,” Alekos says,
Da mn him!
take off the shirt and kneel in front of him.
“Please, Alekos, can I stay and be your woman?” I sweetly ask. Teven flytter my eyelashes.