Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

Shackled (The Lord Series)
71. Angel
Lust flashes in his brown eyes. “You would like that, wouldn’t you? To be exposed in public so that everyone can see your pus sy dripping while I f uck that pretty mouth of yours.”
“You already sent that video of me sucking Alekos to Carlos, and I am sure it was uploaded on porn sites. Can you just imagine how many men jerked themselves while they watched my tips wrapping around Alekos” huge co ck and then choking on it? I am sure that doing it live, in the middle of the store or the street, will be even better as men can cu m on me after you finish down my throat, I antagonize him.
In a second, the lust in his eyes gets replaced with anger. With his right hand still holding my hair, he grabs my neck with his left one. “Listen to me and listen well. I don’t care if you act like a little s lut with Beyes, Alekos, or me. In fact, we will enjoy it. F ucking you in public, claiming you in front of everyone, no problem. But don’t you ever say that the c um of another man will be on you. If anyone dares to ever touch you, I will f ucking unalive them. Do you f ucking understand me?” he squeezes my neck hard.
“I thought you hated me.”
“That doesn’t mean I will let another who is not one of my blood-brothers touch you!” He is so angry he is breathing hard. “Do. You. F ucking. Understand?”
“Yes.” Wanting to annoy Stefan even more, I add. “Liebling.”
am not your darling.” He lets go of me and shoves me back. “The socks. Now! Make sure they are white!”
I go to the service cart and look at the stockings. When I find what I am looking for, I put them on, remove the belt and shirt, and return to the chair. I am about to sit back on Stefan’s lap when he stops me. He stands and, after ripping his pants, he slowly walks around me, circling the chair.
“I need some pics first,” he says as he takes out his phone.
I narrow my eyes. “What for?”

“To use them when I jerk myself off he replies while taking photos of my feet.
“I am sure you have thousands of pictures of naked women on your phone.”
“Of only one woman, but they are not for when I am looking for relief.”
“No, they are for your heart, while mine are for when you want to bust a hut or two.”
Why the f uck do I feel offended? I already know Stefan doesn’t like me. And yet, knowing his heart still belongs to Emily is causing me pain. St upid Stockholm Syndrome.
“I never claimed that I would love you. And even if that were the case, you blew that when you decided to be petty and treat Emily’s ring like trash,” he forces me to kneel on the armchair, facing away from him.
He takes more photos before teasing my pus sy with his fingen. I grip the armchair hard-the things I have to do to get out of the city. I have never lowered myself so much in my life.
“Think of what’s at stake, I encourage mysell.
“Love will only complicate things,” I am being honest.
He has me sit in the armchair, with my legs to my chest, my arms around my knees. “You looked more innocent with your hair long and natural color. Now, you look more… slu tty,” he comments while taking more pictures of me,
“Is that a bad thing?”
“Not really. Put your legs on the armrests.”
“Are you going to send them to Carlos?”
“He is never going to see your pus sy! These are only for me to see!” he snarls. When I do as he asked, he squats in front of me, and after more photos, he asks,
71. Angel
would love complicate things?
I can’t bring myself to tell him everything, so I train silent.
When I don’t reply, he slaps my thighs. Tell :
“Because I am not staying. If any of you were to love me, it would only make things harder because then you would never let me leave. But you and Reyes and Alekos are like any other man out there. You only want a willing woman. There are plenty of women out there that will be more than happy to be with you and your blood-brothers.”
“But not you.” I nod. “Why?” When I refuse to answer, he shakes me. “Why?” he asks again.
lower my legs. “You w