Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

211. Olivia - Gifts II

Surprises.

First *him*, then Mose with the dinner, and now Ansel.

I had had enough surprises today to last me for a while.

I try to put on a brave face but when footsteps approach me, I know I failed. "What's wrong?" Ansel asks me.

"It's been a long day." It's not entirely a lie. So much had happened today that it left me drained. It's not only this day, it's everything else since that awful party. If I were go to bed and never wake up again I couldn't be grateful enough. Ansel's arms close around me, his palms cover my ass and he pulls me into his chest. "Let's end it on a positive note then," he says against my lips.

"Alright," I agree because I don't feel like I have any other choice.

His mouth descends on mine. His kiss is gentle and comforting and some of the tension I feel slowly evaporates. Kissing is still confusing, especially since Carlos drilled into my head that when a man kisses me, it's because he wants to fuck me, but when it comes to Ansel, Jasper, or Mose, it rarely leads to that. They kiss me because they seem to enjoy it. And I'm starting to like it again. And I especially like all the ways Ansel kisses me. Sometimes, he is rough, biting and sucking my lips until they are bruised and swollen. Other times, he is passionate, and on rare occasions, like now, it almost feels like he cares about me.

Almost.

But I know better.

having to be pregnant...makes me sick to my stomach. But I keep quiet because I can't say 'no' to anything they ask of me. Because it has been beaten into me that 'no' is not an option. That

mine, his hard cock grinding against

slip a hand between us and I cup his balls through the pants. He is

me fucking crazy," he growls against my lips. "If you only

palm moves up and down his length. "You are so hard. So big," I whisper into his ear. "Do you want me to take

neck, his fingers wrapping like a snake around my flesh, pressing down on my airflow, but not hard enough to prevent me from breathing, but hard enough to let me know that he owns me. "You love being a little slut." Not

was to learn what to say to men. How to flirt with them. How to read their body language. I might not see Ansel right now, but I know he wants from me. "Only when it comes to you and your blood-brothers." It's not a lie. They keep me warm and fed. In return, I'll keep them well fucked, sucked,

me wish he wouldn't stop. That he

feel him. His need to fuck me has

"Ansel," I breathe.

are because of bonds, I'm in such big trouble. I'm royally fucked. Especially since I'm

last kiss. "I'm happy to see you don't fear sex as you

"That's not true," I

know it's true. Especially since you confessed that you never had an orgasm before." He still sounds

"I hate sex."

can smell how fucking wet you