Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
I look over to see Ryat and Blakely talking. Her elbow is on the table, face in her hand. I can’t hear what he’s saying to her over the voices in the room, but she’s smiling at him. He reaches out and pushes her dark hair behind her ear before he leans in and kisses her. I watch shamelessly as she leans into him. Her hand drops from her face to run along his black button-up. Placing his forehead on hers, he breaks the kiss only to give her a soft one. It’s like he can’t get enough of her, and the way she pulls him into her says she feels the same way.
My eyes look over at Sin and Ellington. He’s got his hand on the side of her growing belly and he leans into her, saying something to her. By the way her face flushes, I’d say it was what he has planned for her tonight.
Looking away, I down another gulp of my champagne. I want that. A husband who wants to be with me. One who wants me to have his children and make his house a home. Give him a family. I don’t want to be married to someone who only wants to use me for some sick revenge. I’m not saying I’d have that if I were with Luke. But I’m just asking why it had to be one or the other?
I catch sight of my parents entering the room. My brother enters behind them, and his eyes meet mine. They look at me with disgust. I don’t get it. Would he rather me be raped and beaten than enjoy my husband? Yep. He made that very clear. But why?
It just shows how fucked up the Lords are.
I sit up straighter when I see a guy walk up behind them. It’s the guy from our hotel room suite. The one who came in place for that Gavin guy. He taps my brother’s shoulder, and he turns around, giving him the one-arm handshake hug. My parents turn around as well to greet him. Another man I remember as Gavin enters behind them, and they all start a conversation.
“I told you; you could have one drink.”
I gasp, spinning around at the sound of the voice in my ear to see Tyson sitting back beside me. His eyes go from mine to the champagne flute in my hand.
I lift it to my mouth and gulp it down. Once it’s gone, I suck in a deep breath and put my lips as close to his as I can without touching them. He doesn’t bother to pull away. A part of me hopes my brother is watching. Yeah, I’m his whore, motherfucker. “You can punish me later for it, sir.” My words are as sarcastic as I can make them. But they sounded more breathless than anything.
Even though I’m mad at him, my pussy still throbs and my nipples ache. They beg to be touched. My underwear is soaked. At least he let me wear them tonight. I’d hate to have a wet spot on my dress.
He reaches up, his fingers gently running across my cheek as he pushes the hair behind my ear, and it makes goose bumps rise across my heated skin. “Be careful what you wish for, little darling.”
The party was pretty tame for the Lords if you ask me. There was no ritual or sacrifice made. No bloodshed of any kind. Just the Lords gathering around to slap each other on the back to congratulate each other on something that every other man has the ability to do—graduate from college. The Lords don’t even go to their classes. They don’t have to. They’re rewarded because of their title and title alone.
I never did speak to my parents, thankfully. They steered clear of us. We told everyone at our table goodbye, and I promised to keep in contact with Blakely and Ellington.
“Want to tell me what you’re so pissed about?” Tyson asks me, straightening his suit jacket as he sits next to me in the back of the limo.
“Doesn’t matter,” I say honestly. Nothing will change the past or the outcome of our future. What’s done is done, and all I can do is take it one day at a time.
His hand tangles in my hair, and he yanks my head back. My breathing picks up as he lowers his lips to my neck, gently kissing up to my ear. “I don’t like your attitude, Lake.”
“Maybe you should fuck it out of me then,” I challenge.
He gives a dark chuckle. “I’m going to fuck you all right. I’m not so sure it’ll put you in a better mood or not.”
I growl, my hips lifting off the leather without thought. He’s going to piss me off on purpose. I expected this. I’ve been baiting him all night. This is what he wants. Me all worked up, crawling on my hands and knees, begging for him to give me the smallest amount of attention.