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.

The idea of 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 what a man says is law and I *must* obey no matter what. Even remembering

mouth, curling around mine. His hips press into mine, his hard cock grinding against me, and I'm being

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

against

up and down his length. "You are so hard. So big," I whisper into his ear. "Do you want me to take care of you? To make

grabs my neck, his fingers wrapping like a snake around my flesh, pressing down on my airflow, but not hard enough to prevent

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, and

hand from his cock and takes it to his mouth. He sucks my index finger before gently nipping it. There's something about what he's doing that makes me wish he

bond between us allows me to feel him. His need to fuck me has

"Ansel," I breathe.

in such big trouble.

my fingers before giving me a last kiss. "I'm happy to

tense. "That's not

confessed that you never

"I hate sex."

that have raped you, I believe you, but not when it comes to me. I can smell how fucking wet you are for me," Ansel growls. "Don't