Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos
211. Olivia - Gifts II

Surprises.

First *him*, then Mose with the dinner, and now Ansel.

I had had enough surprises today to last me for a while.

I try to put on a brave face but when footsteps approach me, I know I failed. "What's wrong?" Ansel asks me.

"It's been a long day." It's not entirely a lie. So much had happened today that it left me drained. It's not only this day, it's everything else since that awful party. If I were go to bed and never wake up again I couldn't be grateful enough. Ansel's arms close around me, his palms cover my ass and he pulls me into his chest. "Let's end it on a positive note then," he says against my lips.

"Alright," I agree because I don't feel like I have any other choice.

His mouth descends on mine. His kiss is gentle and comforting and some of the tension I feel slowly evaporates. Kissing is still confusing, especially since Carlos drilled into my head that when a man kisses me, it's because he wants to fuck me, but when it comes to Ansel, Jasper, or Mose, it rarely leads to that. They kiss me because they seem to enjoy it. And I'm starting to like it again. And I especially like all the ways Ansel kisses me. Sometimes, he is rough, biting and sucking my lips until they are bruised and swollen. Other times, he is passionate, and on rare occasions, like now, it almost feels like he cares about me.

Almost.

But I know better.

Men don't care about women. We only exist to satisfy them and to give birth to their children. Jasper and Ansel are always talking about babies, but they never bothered to ask me how I feel about the entire thing. The idea of having to be pregnant...makes me sick to my stomach. But I keep quiet because I can't say 'no' to anything they ask of me. Because it has been beaten into me that 'no' is not an option. That what a man says is law and I *must* obey no matter what. Even remembering what happened when I said no to Rueben earlier has me shudder. At least he and Tyson didn't hurt me but they took great joy in humiliating me. Then, they acted like nothing had happened. How they can switch so fast from anger to calmness is beyond me.

Ansel's tongue enters my mouth, curling around mine. His hips press into mine, his hard cock grinding against me, and I'm being pushed into the table.

I slip a hand between us and I cup his balls through the pants. He is already hard and more than eager to fuck me.

"You drive me fucking crazy," he growls against my lips. "If you only knew how much...."

My palm moves up and down his length. "You are so hard. So big," I whisper into his ear. "Do you want me to take care of you? To make you feel good?"

Ansel grabs my neck, his fingers wrapping like a snake around my flesh, pressing down on my airflow, but not hard enough to prevent me from breathing, but hard enough to let me know that he owns me. "You love being a little slut." Not a question.

Part of my training as a pornai was to learn what to say to men. How to flirt with them. How to read their body language. I might not see Ansel right now, but I know he wants from me. "Only when it comes to you and your blood-brothers." It's not a lie. They keep me warm and fed. In return, I'll keep them well fucked, sucked, and keep my mouth closed too.

Ansel grabs my hand from his cock and takes it to his mouth. He sucks my index finger before gently nipping it. There's something about what he's doing that makes me wish he wouldn't stop. That he will do the same to other parts of my body. His mouth moves to the next finger while his thumb runs over my lips.

The bond between us allows me to feel him. His need to fuck me has my pussy dripping into my panties until they are soaked with my juices.

"Ansel," I breathe.

If this is how things are because of bonds, I'm in such big trouble. I'm royally fucked. Especially since I'm bonded to him.

Ansel continues to tease me, giving attention to all my fingers before giving me a last kiss. "I'm happy to see you don't fear sex as you did in the beginning."

My shoulders tense. "That's not true," I lie.

"We both know it's true. Especially since you confessed that you never had an orgasm before." He still sounds smug.

"I hate sex."

"When it comes to all those fucking bastards that have raped you, I believe you, but not when it comes to me. I can smell how fucking wet you are for me," Ansel growls. "Don't make me run my fingers over your pussy to prove my point." "There's no need," I whimper.

"That's what I thought. You know you are safe with me. That your pleasure is the most important thing when it comes to us fucking. I think my favorite part is making you come as many times as possible before I fill you up with my cum." "You can bend me over the table and do it right now," I suggest to him. "Then your blood-brothers can do the same."

I cringe at my own words. It sounds like I'm offering him my services. I sound like before when I was high and all I cared about was my next dose. I still crave drugs, but not like before. Having my head clear is not that bad.... Except for the night Camila died, all the other memories are slowly becoming a blur in my head. It might be some coping mechanism because remembering what was done to me has me spiraling.

Ansel sighs. "If it weren't for the surprise, I would have fucked you over each and every hard surface of this house."

I should be relieved that he doesn't want to fuck me, but for some reason, I'm... disappointed.

Ansel slaps my ass. "First, the stable. Then dinner and lastly, our bed."

"Sounds like a date," I say.