Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

270. Tyson - Olivia's secret IV

More tears run down her face. *"I'm not a whore."*

*"I saw you on your knees, sucking cocks. Cheating on me. What does that make you?"* I snarl. *"They would have raped Camila. I couldn't let that happen."

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My free hand goes to her face. *"I loved you because I thought you were different from all the other girls I met, who were eager to open their legs for a quickie. You turned out to be the same."* I let go of her and fall to my knees. *"I can't live like this, knowing that the person who meant the world to me betrayed me in the worst way possible."* I claw at my chest. *"It hurts so much."* I look up at her. *"Make it stop."* My voice cracks.

Olivia kneels in front of me. *"I'll make it better," she promises.

I shake my head. *"Nothing will take this pain away. The only way to put an end to it is to kill myself. A bullet to the head. If only I had my gun with me "*

Olivia silences me with a kiss. *"Don't you ever say that again. You are mine! I'll never let you harm yourself. Never!"*

She kisses me again, and this time, I don't hold back. I rip the t-shirt she's wearing and she helps me remove my pants. I push her on her back, and I get on top of her.

*"You are mine," she cries out when I thrust into her without getting her ready.

Her back arches, and I look down at her. *"It's your first time,"* I say.

She grabs my face between her palms. Her legs come around my waist. *"You are mine, and I'm giving you everything I have. My love, my soul, my body. I claim you as mine. From now on, our souls will always be united, just as our bodies are right now."*

Her body emanates a strange glow that engulfs me. Did we...bond? For years, I felt a deep connection with Olivia, which brought a new type of anger, as my body hurt each time she was forced to fuck man after man. I didn't understand how and why I bonded with her, so I learned to live with the pain and not think of what links us. But how did the bond come to be? Was it Olivia?

*"I love you,"* I say before kissing her. My hips rock against hers. My hand wraps around her neck. *"Even if you cheated, even if you are a whore, I can't live without you. Like it or not, you will be my wife."*

stands between us," she whimpers as

in pain as I fuck her roughly. She lays there on the cold floor, whimpering, tears running down her cheeks, as I make her

wanted this. It was,"* she lowers her legs, the movement making her wince, *"perfect."* Before pressing her lips to mine, she adds, *"I love you with

how rough I was. Her first time should have been special, perfect. I took

don't I remember this?

video doesn't

back to the place with the TV screens. I'm tied to the chair, tortured for hours, and drugged even more before being forced to

than before, a woman is brought to me. Her hair color is similar to that of Olivia's, and someone as drugged as I was could have easily

your fantasies

to fuck you,

make her kneel on the chair before I fuck her from behind. Her hair is braided, and I grab it, pulling it hard. My arm goes around her neck, and I squeeze hard. She claws at my arm, but I don't let go. Her face

*"Slower," she wimpers.

you fucking slut!"*

me fucking that bitch-whoever she was-and she starts

you loved

mistaken for Olivia, as I say, *"You are not my Little Rabbit anymore,"* and push the bitch off the chair. *"Just a whore who not only broke my heart but also killed my sister. No one will ever love you as I did, not in this life nor in the next."* Olivia cries harder. *"You are just like all those bitches who use tears to manipulate men. Fuck you, bitch! I'm done with your bullshit. Next time I see you, I'll

throws the engagement ring

stomach, and a smile appears on her face when the baby kicks. My child. I have no doubt now. Not a product of rape, as Leo claimed, but the fruit of the love between

Spencer. Do you think your daddy

I do.

Spencer.

Our child.

finger across the screen,

This time, because of

will have the same turquoise eyes as him,"* Olivia keeps murmuring to our son. *"He once told me it was a family trait."* The baby kicks harder, making her say, "You are my little boy with turquoise eyes."* Then, she pulls a mobile from under the mattress and dials a number. *"Tyson? Please don't