Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos

Chapter 7

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.

Alekos tilts my head to the side, giving him better access to my mouth, while his other hand travels up to

my chest. Many girls and women prefer push-up bras, but I always liked the lacy ones. When his palm

covers my right boob and fondles it, goosebumps erupt all over my b*dy. I did a lot of exploration on my

own, but I have never felt like this before.

What a traitorous b*dy I have. I enjoy Alekos’ k*sses and touches, more than 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 to….

He drags his lips from my mouth to my jaw, k*ssing and nibbling it, before reaching my earlobe. “So

responsive,” he coos into my ear. “Are you wet?”

No.

Maybe?

Not for him.

I shake my head.

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

your panties are damp.”

Why is my b*dy reacting so fast to him?

I try to push his hand away, but he grabs my wrist. “Someone might enter and see us,” I point out the

obvious.

“Hmm… that might be a problem. Though, I am a generous man. I don’t mind others seeing your pu ssy.”

I glare at him. “Given your history with Salma and other women, I know you don’t mind being seen 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 employees.”

Still holding my hair, he forces my head back. “I have f ucked many women, yes. I do love S**. But from

now on, you will be the only one in my bed.”

This time I can’t stop myself from rolling my eyes. “The only one in your bed tonight, you mean. I will be

lucky if I get to sleep next to you, after you f uck me, and not force me to do the walk of shame.”

He slaps the inside of my thigh, making me yelp. Before I can curse at him, he snarls, “I think it is time to

show you what happens, when you doubt my words.” Another slap makes me yelp even louder. “You like

to be a bad girl?”

“I am a woman, not a girl.”

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

them off and putting them on the desk.

“What the actual—”

He forces two fingers inside of me, and the words die on my 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 so much?

“It hurts,” I whimper. My hands grab his arm.

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He pumps his fingers fast, and I suck in a breath of air. Fingering hurts. His other hand comes to my

nape, slowly massaging it. Is he trying to comfort me, while he is causing me pain? He is so confusing.

“Good girls are rewarded, but bad girls are disciplined. Right now, you are a bad girl. Take your

punishment like a good girl, and then I will reward you.”

“Stop,” I beg. “Please.”

He ignores me, and continues to move his fingers faster. I try to wiggle away, but one look into his eyes

tells me it is not a good idea.

“You said you won’t hurt me.”

His thumb pushes down on my cl it, while his fingers on my nape distract me from the pain. “I don’t think

you paid attention to the rules. But I am confident you will learn them soon… unless you want to keep

getting punished.”

I shake my head, because I hate pain. “I will be a good girl. Please stop.” Tears sting my eyes.

He k*sses me gently, his fingers moving slower. “Shh, Agapi. You are doing great.”

The door opens, and I try to leap out of his lap, but his hand on the back of my neck holds me in place.

Two men enter, and I avert my gaze. Maybe if I pretend they are not here, they will disappear.

Never have I been so embarrassed in my entire life. Not like this, anyway.