Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos
204. Olivia - Shopping III

I face the mirror and forget to breathe for a moment. The dress has long sleeves and the skirt falls below my knees. It's not revealing, but at the same time, it doesn't make me look like a prude.

Tyson gets behind me and puts his hands on my hips. "Do you like it?" Doubting that I can speak, I nod. His hands move up until they reach my breasts. Running his fingers across the underside of my tits, he adds, "I like how it hugs all your curves perfectly." His palms cover my chest. "Especially your gorgeous tits."

I chew my bottom lip while I look at the mirror, my eyes fixed on the reflection of his hands. "You say gorgeous tits, yet you hate the rest of my body." "No, I don't," Tyson quickly denies it.

My brow furrows. "You are confusing. Earlier in the kitchen—”

He gropes my tits hard. "Earlier in the kitchen, there were five men who were looking at your half-naked body, thinking of all the ways they would get to fuck you. You might be a slut, Olivia," my breath catches in my throat when he says my name, "but you can whore yourself only for my blood-brothers and...me."

His left hand goes to my neck, his fingers wrapping around the hickeys on my skin, covering them until they can no longer be seen, while his right one slides to my ass.

"You'll never fuck," I whisper.

His eyes turn red. "You think you can stop me?"

I shake my head. "I know you, Tyson. You never want someone else's sloppy leftovers."

"Is that what you are? A whore without hope to ever change her life?"

"Hope is but a mirage. I don't believe in it anymore. But you are wrong about one thing."

His thumb runs across my pulse. "I am rarely wrong. And in your case, never."

I meet his gaze in the mirror. "For your sake and mine, pray that it is as you think, Tyson St. Clair." His eyes go wide. "Because I have nothing more to give." Rueben chooses this moment to enter, more clothes in his arms. Tyson lets go of me and takes a few steps back.

“See, I always knew you were a nun,” Rueben comments. “I might have found something you will like.”

I sigh. Great, more stained clothes. I pick up a random white t-shirt from Rueben's arms and to my shock, it's clean. Or at least as clean as it can be.

Tyson yanks it from my arms before giving me another dress, just as pretty as the one I'm wearing right now.

"It's my turn to play dress-up the Barbie," Tyson says to Rueben.

“Dress-up the.... Are you saying the Diseased Cunt is some Barbie?” Rueben looks confused.

Tyson pushes Rueben out. "Go find something else to do." After making sure Rueben left, Tyson takes another dress from his pile and turns his attention to me. "Put on this dress. I want to see if it fits you."

The dress he gives me is red. My fingers grip the fabric hard. "I hate this color." My voice breaks. "I might throw up all over it."

Tyson takes the dress from me and throws it over his shoulder. "Nothing red then." Swirling a finger around a strand of my hair, he adds, "Pity. It matched the shade of your hair."

"Why are you doing this?" I whisper.

"Doing what?"

I chew the inside of my cheek. "Suddenly acting nice to me."

Tyson laces his fingers through my hair, pulling my head back, making me look up at him. "I'm not nice. Not even my demon can stand you." He dips his head and into my ear, he says, "I want to crush you like the bug you are but not before I break your heart.”

He pulls his head back.

"You can't break something I don't have anymore," I let him know.

Tyson picks up another dress for me. This time, a black and white one. "We shall see.”

An hour later, we leave, the thrift store. I'm still wearing the dress Tyson had me try on first, together with a pair of warm boots. This shopping trip didn't go as bad as I thought. There were moments when I had some fun. Especially when Tyso and Rueben let me browse around while they paid for the clothes.

We go to the car. While Tyson and Rueben put the bag in the trunk, I get in the back seat. Moments later, Tyson gets behind the wheel and Rueben sits next to me.

"There's one more place we need to go before we go home," Rueben says.

Tyson starts the car. "Yeah? What do you have in mind?"

Rueben puts his hand on my thigh. “Our Slutty Nun is missing panties."