Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

70. Angel
1 run my right thumb over the ring finger, over the small scar I have there. The memory of how I got it is as fresh as the day it happened. Soon after my mother’s death, my father started taking me to a medical research facility on the outskirts of the city, somewhere in the desert bordering the poor neighborhoods. For annual tests, my father told me. At that time, I did not understand why I had to go there every Saturday until I started high school. During one of the tests, I was left alone by the doctors. Being a twelve-year-old girl who liked to watch documentaries about crimes and investigations, I wanted to play detective. The facility was a bit creepy, and I was starting to imagine that strange things were happening inside. I got out of the examination room, and after making sure the hallway was empty, 1 started my investigation
I only made it to the middle of the hallway when I heard the voices of two men coming toward me. Not wanting to be caught, I rushed back to where I was supposed to be, but after opening the door to the examination room, I realized I entered another room. It was similar to the one I’ve had been in earlier, but this one had a curtain pulled around the examination bed.
The
his
men got closer, and scared that I would be found, I decided to hide behind the curtain. It was then I first met him. Prince Charming, I called him. I did not know
For a mask around his face prevented him from speaking, but there was something about his amber eyes made me feel safe around him
For the following years, I would search for him each time I was taken to the facility. He was always in the same room, strapped to the bed.
He was older than me, by at least eight years. I think, but I am never good at guessing ages.
We never spoke. At least he didn’t, not even when he didn’t have the mask anymore. But I did. When my last day at the facility came, I tried to open the cuffs holding him prisoner to the bed with a small knife Ianuck in. It was then that I cut myself. And him

“You don’t understand,” I whisper. “Carlos will kill
“You shouldn’t be so scared. Hellstars are well protected by the Loads.”
1 laugh bitterly. “You don’t know him. Not like I do. And you don’t really think I ca hellstar.” Stefan says nothing as he drinks from the glass. “You do realize y are the one with a driver’s license.”
“A little alcohol never killed anyone.”
“Say that to the ten-year-old who was in a car that was hit by a drunk driver and had to watch her mother die because the paramedics were too slow to show up at The accident.”
Stefan takes another sip. “Don’t give a sh it about
“That makes two of us,”
your trauma.
“Why are you such a bit ch!”
“Why are you such a lousy drunk?”
Stefan runs his fingers through his hair. “Jesus F ucking Christ! You are driving me crazy. And I am not drunk.”
“Crazy as you want to kill me? I dip my head while my hand reached for the zipper of his pants. “Or crazy with lust? As in, you want to f uck me?”
I open his fly, my fingers wrapping around his di ck, and he grabs me by my wrist. “I don’t want to f uck you,” he snarls
“Last night, when I came on Reyes’ co ck while looking into your eyes and moaning your name, you wanted to be the one inside my pus sy, f ucking me.” My thumb circled the head of his co ck. I lick the shell of his ear. He shudders. “I dream of you taking me roughly while I wear only a pair of over-the-knee white socks.”
Stefan pulls his head back. “When I first saw you, you were just an innocent virgin. Now you are trying to seduce me. What happened to you!”
1 Butter my eyelashes innocently. “Hmm. I wonder too.” His hold on my wrist looseness, and my hand moved up and down his erect co ck. “All I ever wanted was a little help to get out of the city, but Alekos had to add you and Reyes to the mix. A few beads of precum oozed from his co ck, and I circle the tip a few times before pulling my hand out of his pants. “I think I am broken beyond repair,” I let him knew before slowly licking my thumb, cleaning his cu m from my skin with my Tongue. “You taste good.”
He laughs. “Women are the ones that taste good.”
70. Angel