Shackled (The Lord Series)

Chapter 14

Shackled (The Lord Series)

13. Alekos

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After they are done with me, my emotions are all over the place. I have never felt more used in my

entire life. Despite knowing I have never done this before, they forced their di cks down my throat,

using my mouth as they saw it. There had been times when I couldn’t breathe, and they kept choking

me with their erections. Not to mention vomiting-it took all my self-control not to throw up. Maybe I

should have done that, but them eating me out kept me distracted. It felt better than I had ever

imagined.

Them reassuring me that I did well helps and soon, I stop crying. I don’t understand why, I feel like a sl

ut, but I try not to let it show.

“Can I go now?”

I am not sure where but anywhere far away from them. I don’t think I will survive another round off…

whatever they did to me. Each time I swallow, it feels like my throat is on fire.

“Go home with Reyes, you mean,” Alekos snarls. Then in a calmer voice he adds, “After a long, warm

bath, you will feel better. I still have a few things to take care of at the office, Stefan and I will see you at

dinner.”

I want to argue with him and tell him to go to hell, that I am not going anywhere with Reyes-my cheek

still stings from the slaps he gave me-but I am men tally and physically exhausted. And after whoring

myself, a hot bath and maybe a meal doesn’t sound that bad. This morning, I was so nervous that I ski

pped breakfast.

Still sitting in Alekos lap. I try to reach for the blouse and the bra that are still on the desk, but Reyes is

faster, and he sna tches them away. My panties are nowhere to be seen. Not that I can use them after

Alekos ripped them Luckily, my skirt, which is bundled around my waist, is still intact. I don’t see my

purse either. It is not a big loss, except for the money and my ID, I had nothing of value in it.

“Could you pass me the bra?” I ask Reyes.

He looks at my boobs, and I am tempted to hide them with my hands, but after sucking their co cks and

them licking my pus sy. I think I am past feeling shame.

Reyes throws the bra over his head. “Those beautiful ti ts don’t need to be hidden. Actually, you won’t

be wearing a bra ever again.”

I resist the urge to look down at my chest. What is so beautiful about my small ti ts? For sure Reyes is

just messing around with me

Alekos cups my boobs, groping them hard to the point of pain. When I smack hes hands, he stops. “In

fact, you won’t be wearing any clothes while at home.”

is sla ve,” I protest

“Do you have any idea how absurd that sounds? I am not a S**

What Alekos says next makes me question his real intentions with me.

“No, but you are our woman now. And I want you available and ready be f ucked any time we feel like

it.”

So basically, Alekos does see me as a se x sl ave. What did I do to deserve such bad karma?

I will play out that role…until I won’t..

Reyes helps me put my blouse on. When my hands are too shaky to button it, he does it for me. Maybe

he is not as bad as I initially thought. Maybe he likes rough S**, but he is otherwise a nice person

outside the bed.

“I am already seeing you waiting for us on your knees next to the entryway. You will suck our co cks, as

if your life depends on it. Then I will put you on the dining table, spread your legs and devour your pus

sy. Once you cu m on my tongue, we will f uck you until the whole neighborhood learns our names,”

Reyes says as he helps. me s t and.

I think I was too quick to judge. Reyes is not a good person. He, too, sees me as a se x sl ave. My

father has warned me about the Lords keeping women in their Blood Lodges to use during the

gatherings. I was a fool to think Alekos would help me. He is not the same person I met in high school.

He is a Lord now. But will I survive whatever he and his blood brothers do? I think that’s what he called

them. I am strong. Too bad my father never saw me as such. I will survive anything. At least Alekos,

Reves, and Stefan don’t torture and kill women..

ny skirt down. “Maybe it is best if she is n*ked, only when we are home. Imagine if something needs to

be repaired and one of the staff sees her n*ked.”

Stefan pulls my

If they don’t want me to be seen n*ked by other men, then maybe they are telling the truth when they

are saying they want me only for themselves.

Reyes licks my aching cheek. Then we need to decide who is allowed on our floor when we are not

home. After a long day at the office, I expect you to be on your

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knees, ready to be used by us. And some days, maybe we will handcuff you to the bed and leave you

like that, until we return from work.”

“Handcuffed to the bed?” Is he even me ntally stable?

“And n*ked,” Reyes adds.

He really has an obsession with me being n*ked.

Alekos picks up my shoes and kneels next to me to help me put them on, but my legs are still shaking.

Walking in high heels right now is not a good idea. Unless I want to end up with a broken ankle. He

probably realizes it, as he stands. “We need to order a bed that will be big enough for all of us to sleep

in,” he says, as he puts my shoes on the desk.

I will take care of it,” Stefan says.

“Good,” Alekos said.

“Say “goodbye” to Alekos and Stefan, Nena,” Reyes instructs me.

Understanding that he wants me to k*ss them, I try to do so without protesting. Alekos and Stefanare

standing close to me, and it takes me only a few steps to reach them. Standing on my tiptoes, I press

my lips to those of Alekos. He k*sses me back, sweet and gentle, his hands coming around me. His

first k*ss was rough and unrelenting, making me feel like he hated every second of it, but this one

makes me wonder if he still cares for me.

Don’t be silly, Angel.

Alekos couldn’t care less for you. He probably accepted protecting me from Carlos, so that he can

obtain information about my father. Not that I would give him any Not only because I don’t want to

betray my father, but because I don’t know many details about his business. He had always wanted a

son, but after having me, my mother had some health problems, leaving her unable to have more

children. Being a woman, my father thought I was weak. He still loved me, in his way, I guILA, but he

thought that only men are meant to work, while a woman’s place is in the house. For that reason, he

never let me go to college. Since I was going to marry Carlos and have his babies, he never

understood why I wanted to study architecture. At least he let me finish high school. With a diploma in

my hands, it was easy to study online. Not architecture, as I always dreamed, but accounting. It took

only ten years to ear my degree, and since then I put it to good use and have become a fairly good

freelancer. 1 even have some money saved up, in a secret bank account no one know about

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d to being with three men that are very S**ually active.

Reyes steps next to the chair and wraps Angel’s hair around his hand, pulling her face down to his coc

k. She studies his piercings, her brow furrowed. While Stefan only has Jacob’s Ladder piercings with

three bars, Reyes and I have four bars and a Prince Albert ring on the tips of our d icks. Only blood-

brothers have the metallic hars, while the rest of the Lords have round piercings. Some Elders prefer

pearling, but I am not about to have pearls inserted under my foreskin.

Stefan is the only one of us that doesn’t have a Prince Albert piercing, because he removed it the day

he found the woman he loved had been killed. He swore to not only never let another in his heart, but

to also find the one who ruined his life and annihilate him.

Angel wraps her lips around Reyes’ co ck.

“F uck, Nena,” he groans.

Reyes lets her control the movements for the first minute, before taking control and shoving his co ck

down her throat. Putting his free hand under her chin, and with her hair still wrapped around his other

palm, he f ucks her mouth like he is f ucking a pu ssy-fast and rough, making her gag so fast, I have

the impression she will vomit at any moment. Surprisingly, she doesn’t. Saliva dribbles down her chin

onto Reyes” di ck…

Stefan continues to eat

to eat her

pus sy

Her left palm comes to rest on his thigh, and she tries to slow his movements, but Reyes continues to f

uck her throat, not caring about her discomfort. When the tip of her nose reaches his abdomen. Reyes

stops moving. She gars hard, tears streaming down her face.

“We are supposed to bond her to us, not to choke her on our dic ks, until she is no longer breathing Not

that I won’t f uck her mouth as rough as Reyes, but I don’t want her to start hating giving blowj obs. It is

so much better when the woman likes sucking c ocks.

“She can take it Right, Nena?” Reyes asks..

She taps his thigh a few times, probably wanting im to stop but Reyes

Rees takes the

that as a sign that she likes it. It takes him several seconds to

to start moving his hips

1 watch as Reyes uses Angel for his pleasure, while jerking mysell. He even slaps her face a few

times. Not very hard, but I can see she hates it. She will get used to how rough we are.

It takes Stefan a few more minutes to make Angel cu m. While he is accepting her essence into his

b*dy, Reyes groans loudly, shooting his ji zz into her mouth. He releases her hair and pets her head

while she gently sucks him.

Stefan stands, cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand.

F uck.

Seeing the tears in her eyes, her lips swollen by how hard and rough Reyes and Stefan have face f

ucked, almost has me bust my nut on the floor. With the bond in my mind, I go to Angel, grab her hair

and yank her off of Reyes’ di ck and shove her mouth onto mine.

No wonder Reyes and Stefan have been so rough with her. Like the rest of her b*dy, Angel’s mouth is

pure perfection. Not being able to hold back. I f uck her throat. I look into her eyes which shine with

tears, then I clean her wet cheeks with my thumbs.

“Shh, Agapi. You are doing great,” I say, as my rough movements have more tears rolling down her

face.

She grabs the back of my legs, her nails digging into the muscles, the pain tuming me on even more. I

pull out to give her time to take in a breath of air, before shoving myself down her throat once more..

“Mine! Mine! Mine!” I want jo scream. F uck! I want to ask her to be my wife right now. Don’t be stu pid,

Alekos. She will probably bite my di ck off if I do this while I am f ucking her mouth.

She looks at me with pleading eyes, begging for me to stop.

“Just a little more,” I snarl, as shivers run down my spine.

It won’t be long now, before I empty my balls into her stomach. I continue to use her mouth as I see fit

before I too, cu m with a loud growl. After she swallows my

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c um, 1 pull out.

To my surprise and delight, an insusible string wraps around my heart, my soul, splitting in three, going

from me to my blood brothers and Angel, linking us together. The look on Reyes and Stefan’s faces

tells me they feel the be

band too.

“Such a good girl,” I mumour and I try to k*ss the top of her head, wanting her to know that I am

pleased with her.

“Don’t touch me” she whimpers, before starting to cry. Her voice is hoa rse.

Aber zipping my pants, I take her into my arms. She buries her face in the hollow of my neck and

quietly so bs.

I sit in the chair, with her in my lap.

* 1 tell her truthfully. The link between us is already established. “You are ours now. We will always

protect you.”

“You were amazing.” I tell

Stefan pets her hair. “Carlos will never harm you,”

Stroking her back, Reyes adds, “We will kill to keep you safe.”

She shakes her head, not believing us

We keep reassuring her, until she stops crying

“Take her home. Make sure she takes a bath and relaxes,” I tell Reyes.

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