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.

p u s s y and pushes a finger inside of me. It still hurts, but not like before. I try to

my nipples between his big fingers, his lips peppering

Don’t fight this?

they are about to do to me. Some men prefer it when women

tight,” Ansel says as he pushes

complained I was

probably had small di ck s. Not like us, who can fill up a

doubt Jasper can

out of me, anger flashing in his eyes. “I don’t want you to think of others while you are with us.” His thumb rubs my c l i t, the pain slowly fading away. His fingers start to 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

can do that, but nevertheless,

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 on my skin, but at least this one

pu s s y,

f u c k i n g hot. Look how wet you’re

fast, sliding them in and out of me fast, pressing more on my stomach. Whimpers come out of my mouth. Is it

PAH

My nipples turn to pebbles and… my head

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kisses me, our tongues meeting in the middle in a slow dance. His

to my t i

hips buck involuntarily. My body feels heavy

to me?

“And you

were frigid. Look at how your p u s s y is weeping for c o c k,” Ansel chuckles. “Don’t

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. He groans against my p u s s y, sending vibrations against

it wasn’t forced and Ansel is

men don’t like to eat pu s

cli t 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 feeling? It’s overwhelming me. I am burning. Fire kisses my skin. Ansel keeps f u

and I love it. It doesn’t hurt and it feels so good. His tongue darts in and out of me. My a s s lifts from the bed and Ansel grabs

sex is not supposed to hurt, but I

to jerk away

my cli t, his finger enters my y, and pumps it in

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

the other.

rise from my throat. My skin tingles. My body

the f u

feasting

eating my

about to

beast faster