Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

5. Angel
Alekos puts the office phone on speaker and dials a number.

After a few rings, a man answers. “Did something happen?”

If Alekos has a commanding tone, this other man sounds… sad.

“Not really, but I need you to come to my office. Is Reyes with you?”

“Yes.”

“Both of you, then.”

“On our way.”

The man, whom I assume is Stefan hangs up, and Alekos dials another number. A moment later, a woman answers.

“Mr. Raptou?”

“Florence, you have the rest of the day free.”

That was his secretary, if I remember correctly.

Alekos doesn’t wait for her to say anything else and hangs up.

If the secretary is given the rest of the day off and Stefan and Reyes are on their way here, then Alekos is really thinking of f ucking me on his desk. How many women have he bent over it before me? He might say I am his woman, but I know better. I am, as he said, ‘just a hole to be used by men’. This is exactly why I stayed away from men and never dated. Not that I could have dated if I wanted, since my father practically forced me into Carlos’ arms soon after I turned sixteen. And because of what Alekos did after he told me he was in love with me.

girls imagine a tropical destination and a man to make all their wishes come true when they lose their virginity, I only want a bed

face, then on my chest. A bored expression on his face, which is making me uncomfortable. I bet he is already regretting proposing that I be his woman. Whatever that means. He has never been

to be his woman will probably break my heart all over again,

myself to fall in love with him

I find a safe way to disappear

my woman, Angel? Think well because once my blood-brothers and I f uck you, you

is not getting my driver’s license. But the accident that took

mind about me being your woman. I am sure you would

been with in the past had big boobs. “You know, all this history about Carlos does not add up. Why would your father want you to marry Carlos? There is something you are not

“Like what?”

don’t know. You

“Well, there

“But?”

ear. Why did he have to take down my bun? My hair always has a way of getting in my way. “I was in my sophomore year, when I first touched myself.” His eyes start to heat up with desire. “Do you want to

red again. What’s wrong

not wanting to tell

“I am starting to believe you

He arches an eyebrow. “Forget that I asked that. How about we make a

just

“What

I am not a spy?” I

contract. One that states you belong to my blood-brothers and me, and that you will obey us in everything we say, without making any fuss. In exchange, we will protect you from any harm. If you don’t, we will have