Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T
Chapter 169
169. Olivia
Make her screant.
This is going to be bad.
They are going to hurt me so badly.
I scream so loudly in my head, begging them not to do this, but they don’t hear me, no one ever does. My face betrays. no expression. I learned a long time ago to school my features into neutrality.
Ansel takes me to Jasper’s room. I barely pay any attention to the house around me as I try to focus on keeping my shi t together as I feel I am on the verge of a panic attack.
Jasper passes us and opens the door to his room and turns on the light. He showed me around earlier but I can’t remember anything. All I can think about is how they are going to use my body for their own pleasure. I try to retreat to the back of my mind, but the fear paralyzes me.
When Ansel puts me on the bed and removes my shirt, a low whimper leaves me.
Pull it together, Olivia. You knew this was coming.
Jasper gets behind me, his arms coming around me, his palms covering my s, while Ansel kneels between my legs, careful not to touch my toes.
“Show me your pus s y, Honey.”
My legs spread wide open and I turn my attention to the room, trying to focus on the paintings on the wall. One of them is The Garden of Earthly Delights. What a strange painting to have in a bedroom. I don’t know if it’s the real
thing or a replica.
“Look at me,” Ansel demands.
I don’t want to look at him. My gaze goes to Ansel. I don’t want to look at him. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to
do this.
Ansel runs a finger between my folds and my body tenses. “Look how beautiful you are. But you know what will be even better?” I shake my head, my gaze locked on his face. Ansel and Jasper always make me look into their eyes. It confuses me. “Seeing you so f u c k i n g wet for me, for us, your juices will drip on the bed while you tremble with need and beg for release.”
“I don’t get wet. Ever.” Ansel’s eyebrows shot up. “Some men tried but gave up rather quickly and called me frigid.”
Something flickers in Ansel’s eyes. “I don’t think you have been with the right men. All those Dukes who f u c k e d you until now with their whiskey d i c k s have no idea how to make a woman scream and moan for them. How to make her come by only looking at her.” He takes my hand into his and puts it against his hard dic k. He is big. Not like Jasper but still big enough to hurt me. “This is the answer to your frigidity. Not only my c o c k, but those of my blood-brothers as well.” Behind me, Jasper’s co c k throbs. “We will f u c k you so good we will cure you.”
169 Olivia
I don’t want to be f u c k e d. I don’t want to be touched. My palm rests on top of Ansel’s co c k and I move it up and down his length. “May 17o 1 ask, hoping that he and Jasper will be happy with a blow j o b. But hope is another illusion. A mirage that I once believed. Ansel groans and I open his fly. “I am really good at sucking c o c k s.”
Jasper squeeres my t i t s, letting me know he would like me to use my mouth on him until he empties his halls down
my throat.
my p u s s y and pushes a finger inside of me. It still hurts, but not like before. I try to convince my body to relax, but the thought of being f u c k e d so hard I can no longer contain my tears
fingers, his lips peppering
Don’t fight this?
to endure whatever they are about to do to me. Some men prefer it when women struggle. But not Ansel. He wants a
quite tight,” Ansel says as he pushes another
always complained I was
can fill up a woman with only the tip
Jasper can
slide in and out of me with ease. My body reacts in a way I never thought it would be possible again. I get wet. How is this even possible? I never-never- get wet. Not entirely true. I use to get wet for him. Since then, no matter how hard men tried, my body never reacted like it does for Ansel. Why? “In fact,
I can do
and he presses his free hand on the lower part of my stomach. Jasper bites my neck, taking my flesh between his teeth and sucking it as he continues to play with my t i t s. No doubt he will leave a bruise
s s y,
about. You are so f u c
of my pus s y and Ansel moves his fingers fast, sliding them in and out
PAH
turn to
169 Olivia
my head to the side and he kisses me, our tongues
to my t i
hips buck involuntarily. My body feels heavy and I ache
Jasper doing to me? I’ve never experienced this
“And you
your p u s s y is weeping for c o c k,” Ansel chuckles. “Don’t worry,
what Ansel is doing but I hear him say, “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” before his thumb disappears from my cl i t, only to be replaced by his tongue. His. Tongue.
I moaned, it wasn’t forced and Ansel is eating me
the Twilight Zone because men don’t like to
and enthusiastically laps my entrance before f u c ki n g me with his tongue. I keep moaning. Is this pleasure that I am feeling? It’s overwhelming me. I am burning. Fire kisses my skin. Ansel
and it feels so good. His tongue darts in and
aware sex is not supposed to hurt, but I
to jerk away from Jasper, but he grabs my hair and holds my head in place as he roughly kisses
y, and pumps it in and out of me. My body
feel so f u c ki
the other.
and moans rise from my throat.
u ck is
keeps feasting on my
eating my
about to
beast faster and
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