Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

317. Olivia - The claim I

Ansel's fingers deliciously stretch my pussy as his tongue teases my clit. Wave after wave of intense pleasure hits me. My moans vibrate around the room.

The scents coming from far, dark corners of the room have some hallucinogenic effect on me. Else I don't know why I'm enjoying myself so much in a place that reminds me so much of the Celestial Heaven. Thinking of it has images of Dukes, of Carlos, abusing me in the cruelest ways possible during meetings flash between my eyes.

I've lived in the past for a very long time, always wondering how things would have been if I'd made different choices. Until now, I never realized how tiring it is. Just for tonight, I want to be a different Olivia. I want to be the Olivia that I deserve to be, the one who isn't crippled by her past.

I want to enjoy being fucked without thinking what was done to me.

Tyson can't keep his eyes off of me.

Good. I want him to see he is not the only one in my life now. I want him to understand that if I choose to give him another chance, he will only be an afterthought and not the reason for my entire existence. "Ansel," I moan loudly when the tip of his tongue finds the most sensitive part of my clit.

"Control yourselves!" one of the old farts, as Ansel called them, shouts. "Or else there will be consequences to pay!"

No one tells me what to do anymore!

Butterflies erupt from my palms. They fly to the Elders, wrapping around their hands and feet, immobilizing them, and around their mouths, preventing them from talking.

This meeting is about me and what I need. This is about me taking back my power and sexuality. It's about showing men that they can't do what they want all the time. It's about putting women's needs first as well. Where did that come from?

men care about what

just maybe, some

Jasper look at me like I'm the center of the galaxy, while Mose and

center of attention, yet I've always been the party's main attraction. I don't mind this party though. Drugs must be in the air because only they can relax me enough to forget about all my inhibitions. I push my tits even

my men as well. I recognize not only Tyson by his cologne but the others, too. The other men present don't interest me, only my men. I

me. My darkness rises inside me, wanting to harm, to

to look anywhere else

never felt such jealousy

Jason's friends abused me? No wonder he was so angry. I feel the same right now. The idea of any of them touching another woman is enough to make

clit, sending vibrations all over my pussy. His fingers fuck me so good. I never thought sex could feel so good. Mose pinches my nipples. The two of them are enough to quench, to satiate the hunger I feel. I've never been more starved in

man. Ansel is much more than that. He is part of my soul. And right now, his fingers are driving me

bond them to me forever so no one will ever separate me from them again. Tyson and

wants

me,

Fuck.

to be with Rueben and Tyson when they hurt me so badly? I still fear

so do I. Not that I will ever

Mose.