Shackled (The Lord Series)

Chapter 8



Chapter 8

Shackled (The Lord Series)

8. Angel

Alekos keeps moving his fingers inside of me. “It’s only Stefan and Reyes” he says to me. To them, he

says, “Lock the door.”

If Stefan and Reyes a

are here, and Florence is gone, then whatever Alekos has on his mind is about to happen. And it looks

like I have to get ready for more pain. I don’t think they will be gentle in any way.

The sound of the door closing and then locking reaches my ears, and my eyes jerk towards the

movement. Two handsome men-one blonde with brown eyes, and the other with a green gaze and

black hair-are looking at me. More at Alekos than at me.

They are the ones that I have seen in the photos next to Alekos. Or some gorgeous woman.

I am not beautiful in any way. If anything, I am average at best. On a scale from one to ten, I would

guess I am a four or five-if I am being generous. So possibility of Stefan or Reyes accepting me as their

woman is nonexistent. They will probably laugh in Alekos’ face, for even proposing something like this.

Alekos stops moving his fingers. If not for the desk blocking the view, they would have a full view of

what is happening.

anties next to Aleko

The blonde guy notices my panties next

Alekos’ computer. While I am mortified, he seems amused. “I thought you called us for something

important.”

Alekos moves the office chair from behind the desk, exposing me to Stefan and Reyes. I am really

starting to regret asking Alekos to help me.

“This is important,” Alekos says. His thumb rubs my cl it, making me forget the pain I felt before. “Isn’t

she gorgeous?”

Did he just say “gorgeous ? Is he making fun of me?

“Just another wh ore to be used by men. Nothing special,” the one with green eyes says, and my back

stiffens. He is not wrong. I am whoring myself. His gaze is fixed on Alekos’s hand between my legs.

“She boot a wh ore” Alekos growls. “This is Angel.”

“Nice to meet you, Angel. I am Stefan,” the blonde one says.

The other or, I assume, is Reyes.

Alekos curls his fingers inside of me, stroking a place that makes me lose my mind. His thumb circles

my c lit, making me feel pleasure, as I n

never have before. My breath hitches, anıl | bite back a main. Alekos knows how to use his fingers, to

produce both pain and pleasure. Right now, he is making me feel so good, the pain

fades away.

Stefan studies my face, while Reyes still states at what Alekos is doing to me. It is filthy and kinky, and I

should not like it so much, but the more they look, the wetter I get, my juices running down Alekos’

hand.

“You like to be watched, don’t you?” Alekos groans in my ear.

Two chairs are close to the desk, and Stefan sits in one of them, to better look at me, Reyes remains

close to the door

“No.” I deny.

“Such a little

le liar you are

are. And you know what happens to girls that lie?”

Alekos slaps my pus sy hard, before pushing his fingers back inside me.

“They are punished?” The assault of his fingers is painful, and 1 let out a yelp from the intrusion.

He runs his nose up and down the left side of my neck. “Bingo.”

Reyes crosses his arms over his chest. “If you only called me here to watch you make this bit ch cu m,

then I will be on my way.”

Being called a bi tch doesn’t sit well with me,

but in

in a way. Reyes is right.

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8. Angel

Aleks slowly pumps his fingers in and out of me, please shooting through me. “I already said she is not

a w h o re, nor a bitc h. I think she is “the one”.”

I try to understand what he means by the one, but the tingles of an or gasm rise, making it difficult to

not only breathe but to think as well. My eyes close, trying to fight it, not wanting to cu m in front of an

audience.

“Thes

one?” Reyes repeats.

“Our woman. Our Lady,” Aleks replies.

I want to say something, to protest, but Alekos’ fingers touch me like he is playing a guitar, and I my

mouth, making Stefan chuckle.

“I thought we were making this decision together.” Reyes sounds angry

no longer keep quiet. Something unintelligible comes out of

I was right to think Reyes and Stefan wouldn’t agree to whatever madness Alekos is proposing. At least

they are out. I will have to play nice and do whatever Alekos wants for a while, then…disappear. Once I

am in a safe place, I can put behind everything that happened today. I can survive this.

Alekos slows his movements enough to keep me on the edge with the or gasm. “That’s why I called

you here, to have you two look at her and tell me what you

Reyes doesn’t take his time to say, “Get rid of her. We can’t have someone we don’t know anything

about to be our woman. Where did you find her? On the streets?”

“I know perfectly well who she is. I

went to the same high school as her. She is perfect for us, Look at her,” Alekos orders one of the guys.

Or both of them.

“I already did. Not interested.”

While Reyes is vocal about his disinterest, Stefan is quiet,

Alekos continues to edge me, driving me crazy. “Not at her pus sy, but into her eyes.”

“That is a bit hard, when she has them closed,” Reyes clips.

Alekos stills for a moment. “Open your eyes,” he snarls, before he continues to finger me, with all the Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

intention of making me go over the edge. 1 try to fight it, but good Go d, Alekos is making me feel so

good, driving me crazy.

My eyes flatter open, and I first notice Stefan, who, despite looking at me, seems uninterested. Good.

At least h

the won’t be f ucking me.

Knowing that Reyes doesn’t want me as his woman, I force my eyes to meet his. His green gaze locks

on my face, and an expression I can’t read encompasses h He goes rigid, before his eyes flash red,

and he growls something in a lole voice. Something I don’t hear

him.

I might have asked what he said, if not for Alekos making me cu m right at that moment. My eyes are

still locked with those of Reyes, and I cry out, as my pus sy clamps down on those two thick digits

inside me that keep teasing me.

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