Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos

"So did you," *he* points out. "You broke my damn heart."

Sadness washes over me. "It was never my intention." My voice shakes.

"Why?"

I know *he* wants the truth but *he* didn't listen back then, why would he now?

Behind the blindfold, my eyes close. "You won't believe me."

"Because the words coming out from the mouth of a cheating whore are not to be trusted."

I knew *he* would say this. "Whoever hurt you before, I'm sorry you had to go through that alone." *His* hand wraps around my neck. "Don't talk about shit you have no idea about."

"But I do."

Maybe our love was never real. Maybe we got close because of things that had happened to us in the past. After a moment of silence, *he says, "I don't need your pity."

"I don't pity you, I only feel sad for that child who was hurt so bad that he can't trust those around him." *His* thumb runs across my jaw. "The only one I don't trust is you." "Fair enough."

*His* free hand brushes against my exposed thighs, making me inhale sharply. When the ability to see is taken away, the body relies on the other senses to orient itself but it also makes everything...more intense. I might be blindfolded, but I would recognize *his* touch anywhere.

"I love that you are wearing a dress picked up by me," *he* whispers in my ear as *his* fingers travel up my thigh until they reach my laced panties. My heart drums hard against my ribcage.

"I was blindfolded when I took it out from the closet. Mose refused to let me take the blindfold down even when I had to change my clothes," I let *him* know.

The underside of *his* palm runs on top of my panties, *his* thumb pressing on my clit. My body ignites, my pussy throbs, my inner muscles clench painfully, the need to be fucked by *him* is overwhelming. I can't believe I'm even thinking about fucking, not after years of being raped, but ever since Ansel and Jasper made me cum-many times, I might add-I find myself thinking of all the things they did to me. By all accounts, I should hate being fucked, and I do, but I don't mind when Ansel and Jasper make me scream their name as they make me feel pleasure as I never felt before.

*He* is too close, *he* is too...much. *His* perfume, the same as always, wraps around me, making me dizzy, *his* scent making me remember good times. But I can't forget the bad ones either.

*His* lips touch the shell of my ear and a shiver runs down my spine. "You are saying you didn't specifically pick up this dress as a thank you for my gifts to you?" *His* breath is warm on my skin.

"I never asked you for anything. And I certainly didn't put on this dress for you," I deny.

*His* mod swings are driving me crazy. He is cold, then warm, the cold again. And now this.

"Liar," he says before he walks away from me.

It's for the best. There's no more place for *him* in my life. The only thing that ties me to *him* is this stupid bond that I don't know how it appeared in the first place since we never did the bonding process.

A chair is moved around. Is *he* going to stay for dinner?

"Come here."

Despite his commanding tone, I ask, "Why?"

"Because I want to see something."

I bite my bottom lip, unsure of what to do. "Are you going to hurt me?"

"Not if you do as I say."

After a deep breath, I take a few steps until *he* grabs my left hand and pulls me in *his* lap. Before I can react, something round and cold is pushed down my ring finger.

"It still fits you."

My mouth goes dry. It can't be.

I want to ask if *he* kept the engagement ring all these years, but *his* lips claim mine, and...God above...*he* growls like a feral animal.

I forgot how *his* kisses can turn me into a puddle.

I whimper and I moan and *he* grabs my hair, his tongue enters my mouth and my nails sink into *his* back. *He* doesn't only kiss me, *he* wants to ruin me for any other men. I would gladly let *him*, only that this means nothing to *him*. *He* might think I don't know the type of games *he's* playing. But I do.

*His* palms grab my ass and *he* has me straddle him. Two can play this game. I can ruin *him*, too.

My dress rises to my hips, and I rub my pussy up and down *his* hard cock. *He* groans before grabbing fists of my hair and biting my bottom lip.

I might not see, but I can hear how hard he is breathing. How hard *he* is beneath me. Despite everything, despite what *he* thinks about me, *he* still gets hard for me.

This kiss doesn't affect only *him*.

It drives me crazy as well.

Can *he* feel how wet I am? I should not play with fire if I don't want to get burned. My hips stop moving. *He* will never fuck me. I'll never allow it.

I need to find a way to break this bond.

"You taste the same as ever," *he* says against my lips.

"Why did you kiss me? As a punishment? Or to only show me what I had and lost?" It may be stupid of me to ask since *he* already has been clear to me, but I need to hear it again. "Because I wanted you to know that I still own you. That despite everything, you are still mine. And what just happened is proof that I'm right."

I stand and straighten my dress. "You don't own me. Not anymore. Once, my heart belonged to you, but not anymore. I loved you with everything that I had. But not anymore. I feel nothing for you. And you know what's the saddest thing? Despite everything you did or you'll do to me, I forgive you. Always. But that doesn't mean that I want anything to do with you. Not anymore. Not after everything that had happened." I take off the ring and shove it in *his* hands. "I would have married you in a heartbeat. But not anymore. The kiss means nothing. After all, I'm here to make sex tapes with all of you so you can use them against my father. But I warn you, my father is not someone you can take down so easily." The sound of the chair being pushed against the floor makes me cringe.

"I've already proved my point. And I don't need your forgiveness. Not after what you've done."

*He* walks away and I don't need to see to know that he won't be staying for dinner.

I reach out my hands in front of me and when my fingers touch the table, I lean my head against it and bury my face in the crock of my elbow and I take deep breaths. Why am I so weak?

I should have never let *him* kiss me. But fighting *him* will only anger *him*.

What will I do if *he* wants to fuck me?

My stomach drops.

I can't let *him*.

The backdoor opens.

"I hope we didn't make you wait long, Honey, but I have a surprise for you in the stables."