Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

210. Olivia - Kiss II

"So did you," *he* points out. "You broke my damn heart."

Sadness washes over me. "It was never my intention." My voice shakes.

"Why?"

I know *he* wants the truth but *he* didn't listen back then, why would he now?

Behind the blindfold, my eyes close. "You won't believe me."

"Because the words coming out from the mouth of a cheating whore are not to be trusted."

I knew *he* would say this. "Whoever hurt you before, I'm sorry you had to go through that alone." *His* hand wraps around my neck. "Don't talk about shit you have no idea about."

"But I do."

Maybe our love was never real. Maybe we got close because of things that had happened to us in the past. After a moment of silence, *he says, "I don't need your pity."

"I don't pity you, I only feel sad for that child who was hurt so bad that he can't trust those around him." *His* thumb runs across my jaw. "The only one I don't trust is you." "Fair enough."

*His* free hand brushes against my exposed thighs, making me inhale sharply. When the ability to see is taken away, the body relies on the other senses to orient itself but it also makes everything...more intense. I might be blindfolded, but I would recognize *his* touch anywhere.

"I love that you are wearing a dress picked up by me," *he* whispers in my ear as *his* fingers travel up my thigh until they reach my laced panties. My heart drums hard against my ribcage.

"I was blindfolded when I took it out from the closet. Mose refused to let me take the blindfold down even when I had to change my clothes," I let *him* know.

fucked by *him* is overwhelming. I can't believe I'm even thinking about fucking, not after years of being raped, but ever since Ansel and Jasper made me cum-many times, I might add-I find myself thinking of all the things they did to me. By all accounts, I should hate being fucked, and I do, but I

me, making me dizzy, *his* scent making me remember good

down my spine. "You are saying you didn't specifically pick up this dress as a

anything. And I certainly didn't put

is cold, then warm, the cold again.

before he

more place for *him* in my life. The only thing that ties me to *him* is this

is moved around. Is *he* going

"Come here."

his commanding tone,

want to

lip, unsure of what to do.

you do as

*he* grabs my left hand and pulls me in *his* lap. Before

"It still fits you."

goes dry. It can't

years,

can

nails sink into *his* back. *He* doesn't only kiss me, *he* wants to ruin me for any other men. I would

has me straddle him. Two can play

my pussy up and down *his* hard cock. *He* groans before grabbing fists of my hair

see, but I can hear how hard he is breathing. How hard *he* is beneath me. Despite

kiss doesn't affect

me crazy as

feel how wet I am? I should not play with fire if I don't want to get burned. My hips stop moving. *He* will never fuck me.