Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T
Shackled Chapter 24

Shackled (The Lord Series)

24. Angel

hands and force myself to relax, Reyes takes his time, putting the plug tide me. It feels uncomfortable, and I want it out, but it does not

hurt as 1 thought it would

“Good gul,” he praises me,

While I don’t like being called a good girl, the idea that I am doing something that pleases Reyes makes me feel good. I think being neglected by my father has f ucked up my mind.

“1 am not into praising kinks,” I comment.

Or maybe I am?

He makes me turn on my back. “Then what

stare you into?”

He really spends a lot of time thinking about S**. Doesn’t he have a hobby or something like that? My eyes go to the knives-maybe he has healthy one

“Fruits” I but the Best thing that comes to mind.

“Hmm, sitophilia. I think I can arrange something.”

1 blink. I never heard of sitophilia before. “What?”

He k*sses my jaw. “Talking about fruits made me hungry.”

“Food sounds great. I am starving.”

He takes a quick glance at his phone. “Dinner will be served soon, I wonder what we can do until then?”

“Read a book; watch a movie; let me put some clothes on,” I suggest.

“I have something in mind.”

He grabs my thighs, forcing my legs open, and buries his face between them. He k*sses and licks my pus sy, before going for the cli t.

I try to push him away, when I realize that maybe he will finally have S**

When his tongue circles my cl it, I man, “More”

I try to pull him on top of me, but he only growls his annoyance.

“Please,” I beg. “I want you.”

His hand goes under him, and the sound of flesh over flesh starts a moment later,

The door opens, and Alekos and Stefan enter.

cine,

but it is not a

“Reyes,” I hiss, but he keeps licking my c lit.

I try to wiggle away from him, but his hands on my hips keep me in place.

Alekos chackles. “Looks like someone is having a lot of fun.”

I lean on my elbows and look at them. The expression on their faces, and the bulges in their pants, let me know th

Reves Enally stops licking me and looks at his blood-brothers

they love what they’re seeing

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“1 should have guard you ate voyeurs.” i mutter.

“What can I say? I am a kinky bas ta rd,” Alekou unirken,

And he is not the only one.

Reve

pats my leg. “Our girl here is into stophilia. ”

Stefan ranows his eyes. “What is that?”

“She is aroused by fruits,” Reyes replies before getting out of bed.

How did he come up with that?

I don’t see the point in comecting him, so I let them believe what they want. Reyes disappears inside his closet.

1 stand. “May I get some clothes?”

“If you an

are cold, I will adjust the temperature, but you won’t cover your b*dy, while we are here,” Alekos replies. “Besides, I want to see your flat chest all the time.”

I might not have big boobs, but I am not flat-chested, either, It is not the first time Alekos has said something like this. He is the reason I hate my b*dy. “Whatever. I am hungry.”

Stefan comes to me and gives my shoulder a Eght squeeze.

“We shouldn’t let our Schatzi starve

I might not speak fluently in other languages -just English and Spanish since my father’s side of the family is from Mexico- but I do know some words in other Languages Schatzi, in German, means treasure, I with he would mean it, but I know better.

Many of those living in Veross City are immigrants from other countries, or their families came to live here generations ago. Identity, traditions, and languages are important, so they are kept and passed down from father to son.

Reyes yells from inside his closet, “Let Giselle know we are having dinner in our private living

“Private living room” sounds good to me, as I don’t want to be seen n*ked by the entire staff.

Stefan takes out his phone from his pocket. “On it,” he says, before stepping outside the room.

Reyes returns to the room, dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans and steps in front of me. “As much as I want you n*ked, I don’t want anyone to ogle at you. Not even Giselle.”

I suppose Giselle is someone that works for Alekos

“Fine. But as soon as dinner is over, clothes are gone,” Alekos gives in.

Taking my hand in his, Reyes takes me to his walk-in closet. I am impressed. It is almost as big as his room. A round cu shioned ottoman sits in the middle of the floor. The many clothes he has are arranged by color and category-which does not surprise me. Maybe he has OCD.

Apart from a ton of clothes-when does he have time to wear everything has me puzzled-he has a big collection of shoes and watches. And knives. How many does

What really catches m

my attention is an electric guitar hanging from the wall, above his many knives. It resembles the one he has tattooed on his left side.

I go near it and reach my hand, but he grabs my wrist. “Except for me, no one can touch that,” he snarls

Possessive much? Maybe it belonged to that mysterious ‘A person.

“If I can’t touch it, could you perhaps play it for me? I wonder.

He grab a t-shirt from a hanger. “Lit up your arms.”

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The 1 short is long enough to com

to cover not only my as s but my thighs as well, the hem of it falling above my knees.

“The guitar is very special to me, and I won’t play it for anyone. Not even for you,” he says, before taking me to the living ro

Of course, he won’t. But I am sure he would play it for “A

Stefan and Alekos are sitting on a five-seater leather lounger sofa, surfing the TV. A round coffee table is in front of the sofa, with two glasses of whiskey on top. A Persian ng cover almost the entire wooden floor. Was it custom made?

The exterior walls are made of opaque glass bricks, and two sliding doors lead to a big balcony.

Le

of the sofa is a minibar. Reyes goes to it. “What do you prefer, Nena?” he asks, as he puts two glasses on the counter.

“Vodka,” I reply, as I step onto the balcony,

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