Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

Shackled (The Lord Series)
57. Angel
I don’t understand what is happening to me. The three as sholes have hurt me, tortured and humiliated me, but my body, my stup id body, wants them. Their touch, while cold, eases the ache from my broken soul. Or maybe it is all in
in my head, as I want the pain to stop
Alekos and Reyes have told me they love me, but I don’t believe them. Men will say anything to get a woman in bed. Not that it is necessary with me. One touch from Alekos, and I have shamelessly ridden his fingers. I was so close to c um ming when Reyes suddenly took me upstairs to the bedroom. My cli t is still throbbing with the denied or ga sm. Is this how Stockholm Syndrome feels? And if I am their prisoner, and let’s say Alekos and Reyes have feelings for me, which they don’t, do they suffer from the Lima Syndrome? No. That’s not in. They are only pretending. They are cruel Better I never forget this
I groan. Despite all they did to me, I still want them to f uck me. That is the only thing I want besides dying Sex and death. What is wrong with me?
Reyes puts me on the bed and takes the shirt off of me. Then he takes a few steps back and looks at me.
I blink away a few tears. “You don’t need to look at me like you want me
“If you keep doubting me, I will punish you,” he takes out a knife from his pocket.
I knew they were still f ucking with my head. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” I whisper. All my dreams, all my plans…I need to let go of them. “When you are done with me, can you retum me to my father?”
He grits his teeth. “I wasn’t referring to that type of punishment,” I shrug. Regardless of what he was referring to, I don’t have the necessary force to stop him. He pulls his T-shirt over his head and throws it to the side. His pants follow, “I was referring to f ucking your a ss until you understand that my desire for you is real,” he threatens me as he stands in front of me stark naked.
He is going to f uck my as s. Without proper preparation, it can be very painful.
Even if I say no, he is still going to do what he wants. Will he finish faster if I don’t fight him? His size scares me. How bad will it hurt? Maybe physical pain will be good. It will distract me from the hollowness in my chest.
When Alekos f ucked me, his piercings felt so good. How will it feel when Beyes will be inside me?

Reyes knees in front of the bed, grabs my legs, and pulls me to him. “What are you doing?” I want to know.
“Having another taste of your pus sy”
I inhale sharply and t
try to free myself from him. “No!” I push him away.
Reyes puts the knife against my chest. I lean forward, taking him by surprise, the tip of the knife sinks into my flesh, and he quickly jerks it away from me, dropping
it next to him. Grabbing my face between his palins, he stars, “Don’t you ever do that again!” as blood runs down my skin. He licks it with his tongue.
“I don’t want to live anymore,” I sound tired.
We will make things right if you let us,” he says softly.
I look away from him, “You will never let me go, will you?”
“You finally realized it?” he
he chuckles. “Good. The sooner you accept us, the better for all of us.”
There is no’s Just them and I just torture and punishment and humiliation. And pain. So much pain,
Is there a reason to keep fighting at this point? “What do you want me to do?”
“Lary on your ha
hack. I want to eat your pus sy before I f uck you”
I terte. “Why would you do that?”
“Because you taste like-
“Shi t,” I say quickly, not letting him finish what he was about to say. My gaze finally meets his. “You said so earlier when you shoved your fingers in my mouth artet
57. Angel
they had been in my as s. Why would you want to put your mouth on something that tastes so nasty?”
“It was a lie. I wanted to punish you for my guitar, but comments about someone’s body are never cool. Let me make this right. You laste divine, and I need more of you on my tongue *
I don’t believe him, but not wanting to be punished again, I lay on my back. What choice do I have anyway? He places my feet on his shoulders and kisses the inside of my left knee. His cold lips make me shiver. My heart aches. Please, let this be over soon.
His lips trail up until they reach my pus sy. I close my eyes and prepare myself for him to mock mr. But he gives me a growl of approval. He runs his nose over ny pus sy, inhaling deeply. “F uck! You smell so good.” He sounds…sincere? No. He is just good at lying. “But you taste even better, like sin and innocence,” he says before