Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

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.”

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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.

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

big fingers, his lips

Don’t fight this?

whatever they are about to

as he

always complained

had small di ck s. Not like us, who can fill up a woman with only the

Jasper

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

if I can do that, but nevertheless,

taking my flesh between his teeth and sucking it as he continues to play with my t i t s. No doubt

pu s s y, a smile tugging at his

I am talking about. You are so f u c k

breath catches in my throat. Liquid gushes out of my pus s y and Ansel moves his fingers fast, sliding them in and out of me fast, pressing

PAH

to pebbles and… my head spins. What is happening to

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to the side and he kisses me, our tongues meeting in the

to my t i

feels heavy and

Jasper doing to me? I’ve never

“And you

s y is weeping for c o c k,” Ansel chuckles. “Don’t worry, Honey, I will take care of your starving little

“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. He groans against my p

o d. I moaned, it wasn’t forced

Zone because men don’t like to eat pu s s i e

before pulling out his fingers 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

and it feels so good. His tongue darts in and out of me. My a s s lifts from the bed and Ansel grabs my hips as he relentlessly abuses my puss y

not supposed to hurt, but

me not to fight them, but something is coming and it is scaring me. I try to jerk away from Jasper, but he grabs my hair and holds my head

finger enters my y, and pumps it in and out of me. My body ignites. My legs start

inside of me, teasing a spot that makes me feel so f u c ki n g good. Fingers tease my nipples, first

the other.

think is lost. Whimpers and moans rise from my throat. My

f u ck

keeps feasting on

eating my pus s

about

beast