Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

185. Olivia - Emotions II

How does he know? Is it that obvious? But I am good at hiding, at putting on a mask and hiding behind it.

Ansel snorts. "Now you care? After you fucking tortured her?"

"I had my reasons! But I never forced a woman to open her legs for me so I could fuck her if she didn't want to. Can't you see the bitch is in pain? That she doesn't want to be fucked?" Jasper stops moving. "Olivia?" He sounds concerned.

"No one is forcing her to do anything, right?" Ansel says as he studies my face. I nod quickly. "Let Jasper in," he orders me. "I want you to enjoy this."

How can I enjoy something that hurts?

Turquoise eyes watch me. I don't want his pity.

"I am trying, but I don't know how," I whisper.

Ansel's warm hands frame my face. “Take a deep breath. Good. Like that. Focus on how good Jasper and I are trying to make you feel. Focus on what's between you and me." The bond he means.

I do as Ansel tells me and I turn my focus on the bond and push back the pain, feeling how much Ansel wants me and...loves me? No, that can't be........ I tense even more until I feel his demon and his desire to protect me. I might not trust Ansel, but his demon has no reason to lie to me. Ansel's eyes turn scarlet once more and he gazes at me with fondness.

for a woman with a pure heart to anchor himself to want me? Growls rise from his chest and I put my

cock. Ansel's hands go from my face to my hips and he

praises me when I

much her pussy stretched to let Jasper in," Mose swears as he opens his fly and

me up and down Jasper's hard erection his piercings hit the right spots inside me and moans of pleasure are ripped from my lips. Jasper rolls my nipples between his fingers and when Mose bends over and rubs my clit, all the pain I felt before turns into pleasure. Last night was good, but now? It feels like I will suddenly combust. I never had three guys at once touching me with the

Ansel and Jasper chuckle. My nails dug deep into

Ansel asks. "And if you still don't

I am what?

*he* is furious. And when I moan? *He* bares his teeth and for one moment, I think *he* will attack his blood-brothers. I don't understand *him*. Why does *he* act like he

me!" Ansel snarls

"Can you not fuck

then?" Ansel

hair. "What the fuck are you

it inside my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it while my hands go to his hair. "Fuck her, love her, and everything else between." He grabs

and I get lost in the kiss, not wanting to think of anything except how good Ansel's lips feel. How good Jasper feels inside me.

hard. The sound of flesh over flesh is louder than the blood roaring in

another man is fucking me. How other men are making

think about *him* not when Jasper is inside me. Not when I hate *him*. Not when *he* abandoned me. Not after what *he* did