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.

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 don't

is too...much. *His* perfume, the same as always, wraps around me, making me dizzy, *his* scent making me remember good times. But I can't

down my spine. "You are saying you didn't specifically pick up this dress as a thank you for my gifts to you?" *His* breath is warm on

And I certainly didn't put on

are driving me crazy. He is cold, then warm, the cold

says before he

ties me to *him* is this stupid bond that I don't know how it appeared in the first place

chair is moved around. Is *he* going to

"Come here."

commanding tone, I ask,

I want to

my bottom lip, unsure of what to do. "Are you going

if you do as

my left hand and pulls me in *his* lap. Before I can react, something round and cold is pushed down my ring

"It still fits you."

goes dry. It

all these years, but *his* lips claim mine, and...God above...*he* growls like a

*his* kisses can

me, *he* wants to ruin me for any other men. I would gladly let *him*, only that this means nothing to *him*. *He* might think I don't know the

my ass and *he* has me straddle him. Two can play this game. I

to my hips, and I rub my pussy up and down *his*

might not see, but I can hear how hard he is breathing. How hard *he* is beneath me. Despite everything,

kiss doesn't affect

drives me crazy

I don't want to get burned. My hips stop moving. *He* will never fuck me.