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Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

Chapter 31
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hackled (The Lord Series)

31. Angel

Beyes stuffs it. “And tomorrow, I will be in her as s while Stefan is f ucking her pretty mouth.”

They talk about me like I am nothing more than a se x sla ve they can use whenever they feel like it. If

they think I am going to shut up just because they are keeping mesafe, they are wrong-

“I am right hare,” 1 huff, annoyed.

Alekos smirked. “And in a minute or two, you will be in my bed.”

Alekos’s room is different from that of Reyes. It is not only bigger than that of Reyes, but it also has

personality. White and black photos of women’s legs wearing high heels hang on the walls. Across

from the king-size bed is an electric fireplace. Two armchairs are in front of it. Airplane models and

books sit on the shelves of an oak bookcase.

Alekos goes over to the armchairs, takes his phone out of his pocket, sits, and starts typing

“Do you want me to take a shower first?” I ask aukwardly because I don’t know what I am supposed to

do

Alekos is not only silent, but he doesn’t even bother to look at me.

Minutes pass, and I am still next to the bed waiting for Alekos to say something, but he keeps ignoring

me.

“Suck your rock then?” I mutter. Alekos keeps typing-

Maybe he changed his mind about f ucking me?

Whatever.

Not that mind. I am sure Reyes would be more than happy to let me sleep in his bed.

I study the black and white pictures.

Mr. Raptou his shoe fetish. Or maybe he likes high heels.

I go to the bookcase and run my fingers across book spines. Reading is something I enjoy a lot, but not

when I am so tired.

Alekos is scrolling through his phone, and I lie on the bed. My eyes close almost instantly.

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I am drifting to sleep when Alekos suddenly talks. “Did I say you can sleep?”

I glare at him but say nothing.

am going to take a shower. When I return to the room, I expect to find you on your knees next to the

bed.”

He really has an obsession with women being on their knees. A very unhealthy obession.

I am supposed to make him think I want to stay. I am supposed to seduce him, but I am so tired right

now,

Tomorrow

Tomorrow, I will go back te

1g my plan.

Just for tonight, I will be a d ick, just like he is

Alekos goes to the bathroom. Moments later, I hear the water running. Taking advantage of being

alone, I go over to his walk-in closet and grab one of his shirts before returning to the bed and slipping

under the duvet.

A nightmare starts as soon as I fall asleep. It is not always the same, but I often dream of my mother’s

death. Even now, I can still hear the screech of tires on the

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wet asphah. It wasn’t raining that night. Or at least I don’t remember that it rained. But I do remember

the pain in my right elbow as I hit it on the window when The cat flipped. My mom was screaming, and

so was 1. And then a deafening sound that always wakes me up. Not screaming, as many do when

having a bad dream. I used to scream and cry for the first few years. No one came to comfort me, so in

time, I learned how to wake up in silence after a nightmare.

Alekos is standing next to the bed, a towel around his waist. “What the f uck did I tell you to do?”

1 push away the duvet and sit on the bed.

“Are you wearing clothes?” he snaps at me.

“I don’t like sleeping n*ked. And keep your voice down,” I shush him. “The others are sleeping. We

should do the same.”

back on the bed and cover myself with the duvet. I doubt I will fall back asleep, not after dreaming

about the death of my mother.

Alekos yanks the duvet and throws it on the door. “You have ten seconds to get your a ss out of bed

and kneel by the bed. Naked!”

Why is he so loud?

I

a

“If you want a where willing to be on her knees every time you command, you can go to Giselle!”

My hand covers may mouth the moment I realize what I just said. It is not Giselle’s fault that she has to

serve Alekos, nor do I think she is a w h o re.

Alekos” eyes burn with rage, the veins in his neck bulging. I have seen him angry before, but not this

angry

*If I wanted Giselle as my woman, it would have happened by now. But of all the women in this city, I

chose you. You promised to ober, but all you do is fight me every da mn second. If you don’t want to be

my woman, get your sorry as s out of my house.”

Despite his

anger, his tone is calma.

here, am I not?

“Five seconds,” Alekos says,

Da mn him!

take off the shirt and kneel in front of him.

“Please, Alekos, can I stay and be your woman?” I sweetly ask. Teven flytter my eyelashes.

Alekos

pets my hair before running his knuckles over my left cheek. “I am trying to be patient with you, but you

insist on being a bad girl. You more than deserve your punishment ”

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“Ex-f ucking-cuse me?”

“I am not going to excuse you. In fact, I am going to sp ank you. Twenty times.”

I was never spa nked. Not even when I misbehaved. “The f uck you will!

But Alekos does not listen to me. He never does. His fingers wrap around my neck, and he forces me

to stand. “If you keep fighting me, I will have to tie you up.” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “I

actually like that idea. Then I can do whatever I want to you.”

Remembering how Reyes used my mouth for his owry pleasure while I had my hands cuffed behind my

back, I finally cave in. “No need to tie me up.”

Alekos sits on the bed and has me lay on his lap, my y as s facing up. “While I spa nk you, I want you

to count. If you stop, we will start from the beginning.

He not only wants to punish me, he wants me to feel embarrassed for not being his little S** doll. He

can count if he wants, no way I am doing it. “just spa nk me already.”

The tips of his fingers trace my spine before reaching my as s and giving

a few

vsquerors. “It will be a pleasure to teach you how to behave.”

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No one will ever break me.

His palm romes

down on my a

as s, and I yelp in pain. The ba stard is not even trying to be gentle.

“Count, Angel?” he enders me.

He sparks me again, Hard. It hurts, but… it also ferbs good. How can this be? It confuses me.

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