Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

7. Angel
And women are crazy over men like Alekos? He sounds…like a madman.

“Even if I have k*ssed another man before, it has nothing to do with you. Besides, you are going to let two other men f uck me,” I remind him. “Not to mention you slept with countless women before me.”

“I might have been with other women, but all that is in the past now. As for my blood-brothers, Reyes and Stefan, they are the only ones that can touch you. I will explain why soon. Now. How many?” he asks again.

I am not sure if Alekos deserves to be told the truth, but sometimes lying is so tiresome. “I haven’t k*ssed anyone up to now.”

Not because I was saving it for some ideal man, but except for Alekos, I never liked anyone. Maybe I should have k*ssed Jason back in high school. And maybe let him be my first. Just to spite Alekos.

Alekos seems to look at me in a different light. His eyes soften a bit. “Not only a virgin, but one untouched by a man. In my lair. Do you know what this means?”

The regret of not letting Jason k*ss me is growing with each passing moment.

“I can’t believe my luck,” he murmurs. His hand moves from my chin to the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair.

I can’t believe that I have to f uck not only Alekos but also two other men I have never met before, just for the sake of my safety.

“Your first k*ss belongs to me. I can’t believe my luck,” he murmurs again. “Not only your first k*ss, but your virginity as well,” he says, before his lips engulf mine.

My back stiffens.

For a moment, I can’t process what is happening, but Alekos’ mouth moves roughly against mine, his tongue seeking entrance. Not having done this before, I freeze. Kissing should be easy, though. I have seen plenty of people doing it. His tongue forces my lips to part and spears into my mouth, exploring it. My hands find their way to his shoulders, my fingers digging into his muscles. Then I finally react, and I k*ss him back, my tongue curling around his. He makes a sound, somewhere between a growl and a groan, becoming more aggressive. It feels like he is punishing my mouth, with how rough he is k*ssing me.

prefer push-up bras, but I always liked the

I should. Him f ucking me will destroy me. However, I can’t turn back on my word now. Not when I am so close

it, before reaching my earlobe. “So responsive,” he coos into my ear. “Are

No.

Maybe?

Not for him.

I shake my head.

go of my breast, yanks my skirt up, and shoves his hand between my legs. “Liar. You are so wet, your panties are

b*dy reacting so

but he grabs my wrist. “Someone might enter and see us,” I point out the

be a problem. Though, I am a generous man. I don’t mind others seeing your

n*ked, but that doesn’t mean I want others to see my pus sy. You can parade your next conquest, if you want, but I am not about to be seen by your

have f ucked many women, yes. I

eyes. “The only one in your bed tonight, you mean. I will be lucky

think it is time to show you what happens, when you doubt my

a woman, not

are whatever I say you are,” he says, before grabbing my panties with both hands, then

“What the actual—”

lips. One finger was bad enough, but two of them at once? I feel like I am being split in two. Why does it hurt

whimper. My hands