Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos
299. Olivia - We belong to you II

Men don't belong to women. It's the other way around. Women are men's property. At least in my world. Tyson saying something else is such an alien concept. Yet, I can't hide that I like how it sounds. Tyson and the others are mine. As a hellstar, I am destined to be with certain men. To be what they want. Tyson is telling me that our relationship can be an unconventional one. At least in the eyes of the Lords, because for them it's all about control.

His fingers keep moving inside me, his thumb pressing against my clit. I try to resist the overwhelming pleasure he is making me feel, but it's like he knows where to touch me to coerce my body to feel even better. I can't fight him or what he's doing to me. Nor do I want to. Not when I need him so much. He is the only one who fully understands me.

His lips move from my mouth to my jaw, and he kisses his way to my ear. "While you are in here, my fingers inside you, I want you to think only about how good my fingers feel inside you." The tip of his tongue traces the shell of my ear. My breath quivers. "Of all the things I'm going to do to you." *I can't let him fuck me.* His lips descend to my neck. "I'm going to spend hours with my face between your legs." Oh. My. The teeth lock around my flesh. "After that, I'm going to rub my dick over your pussy." *He can't.* His mouth trails back up to mine. "I'm not going to put it inside you." *Thank God.* His kiss is gentle and I burn for more. "Unless," he looks into my eyes, "you ask me to do so. And when I'm inside you, the only thing you will focus on, is how good I'm fucking you."

The problem is not during but after. It's then that the guilt and the shame hit me. In Ansel's case, it can happen while he is loving me in ways I never thought a man would ever love me. I don't deserve to be treated like I'm worthy of love because...I'm not. For fuck's sake, I am a pornai. Or was one. Opening my legs and sucking cocks is all I know. "What happens when I start to feel dirty for enjoying being with men?"

Tyson removes his hand from my pussy. It's not another orgasm that I need, and he understands. His fingers find their way into my hair, and he slowly massages my scalp. "Not men, only your mates." "What's the difference? Men always use women's body for their pleasure. You and the others will do the same."

"You are wrong about that. We want to fuck you because we love you. Because it will strengthen the bond between us. And because we want to give you a glimpse of the rest of our life together."

If I marry Ansel, I'll become their bonded. "Why would you want a bitch with a diseased cunt in your lives?"

Tyson swallows hard. "Let me make it up to you."

My chin trembles. "How? You hurt me. You abused me. How can I trust that you will never shatter my heart again?"

"Because I vow to you on my life to never harm you again." I want to badly to believe his words, but I am scared. He made promised to me before. Tears fall from my eyes, and Tyson kisses them away. "You are so beautiful," he murmurs. "So sweet and gentle." I shake my head, denying it. "Loyal and loving."

Tyson won't give up until I take him back. The way I see it I have two options: I either willingly forgive him or let him love bomb me. There are more options, but I don't want any of those, because then I'll have to leave the farm, and I don't think I'm ready to do that.

"You didn't believe me. Why should I?"

Tyson don't have an answer so I get up from his lap. His hand grabs mine. "Don't leave," he asks.

"I don't want to leave. I want to run away to the end of the world so I don't have to see you anymore."

His fingers tremble. "So much you hate me?"

If I could hate him, my life would be so much easier.

I jerk my hand away from him and go to the bookcase. My eyes drift from one book to another. So many are written by Tyson. How did he went from wanting to be an engineer to writing romance books? I pick a random one. *Broken vows.* Book one in a series. I am going to read it and let him how much I hated his story.

"You already know what I feel about you," I remind him about what I told him the last time we talked.

Tyson gets up from the chair and comes to me. "You are my bonded."

"Bonds can be broken." I look into his eyes. "Why Tyson St. Claire?"

"It was supposed to be our family name after we got married. Your grandfather had the papers ready for us to take on his last name. It was supposed to be a surprise."

*Olivia St. Claire.*

"I'm going to be Ansel's wife." My tone turns cold.

"In my dreams, you are my wife."

I shove his stupid book in his hands. "Well, I'm not and I'll never be."

Tyson lets the book fall on the floor and grabs my face between his hands. "You are still engaged to me," he says before his lips engulf mine. I push him away but his kiss depends and my lips start to move against his. His hands slide to my ass and he lifts me up. My legs wrap around his waist. His tongue explores my mouth. My nails dig into his muscles. I shouldn't want him but the need to be with him is fucking with my head. This is not love. This is lust. The only way to get his out of my system is by fucking him.

"Tyson." My moans makes him press my back against the wall next to the bookcase.

"Are you wet for me?" he growl into my ear.

I want to lie, but he will know. "Yes," I breath.

His hand disappears between out bodies. He is going to undo his fly and he is going to fuck me until I forget about all those who used my body.

His hand returns into view, an expensive fountain pen between his fingers. Did he had it in his pocket? "Do you remember this?"

"The one I gave you the day you left for college," I reply. "I didn't thought you still have it."

"I keep everything you ever gave me." He moves a bit so his hand can have access to my pussy. "I want to see how you look like when you cum for me." My panties are pushed to the side and something cold enters me.

The fountain pen.