Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Well, fuck! This didn’t get me anywhere. Pulling out my pocketknife, I cut the rope and untie her. Picking her up, I carry her back to bed and pull the covers up over her neck. “It’ll wear off within an hour,” I say, kissing her forehead gently.
As I walk away, she speaks softly, “May I ask you a question?”
I sit down next to her, brushing her dark hair from her face, and smile. “What is it?”
“Why don’t you have a Lady?”
I tilt my head to the side but don’t answer.
“Is it because you denied her, or the Lords denied you a Lady as punishment?”
“Why do you think they’d deny me a Lady?” Such a strange word for her to use.
“I got an email about you…under Lady, it said denied.”
Adam and I have been through her laptop, and any emails she received from the Lords have been wiped clean with no trace of how to retrieve them. So I have no clue what they’ve sent her. I decide to ask my own question. “If you think I’ve been denied a Lady, then why did you ask me about getting married this morning?”
“Because everyone deserves someone.” She yawns, and her eyes flutter shut.
Four years ago
Adam and I enter the office at Carnage, and all conversation comes to a halt. All four of our fathers are present.
Mine looks at me. “Haidyn, just who I wanted to see.”
Must be my lucky day.
“We need to finish that conversation—”
“We did. It’s done with.” We’ve already had our vow ceremony. I have a chosen. My father said that Sierra’s father owed him a favor, and she was it. I told him that he should fuck her then, and he just laughed. The sick bastard has definitely thought about it.
His jaw sharpens at my words. “It’s complicated…”
The door opens behind us, and Adam and I both turn to see a woman enter the office. She wears a red dress that hugs her curves and shows off her large, paid-for chest. Her head is held high, and her eyes sweep over me and Adam for a quick second before she dismisses us both.
“Brothers.” She addresses our fathers. Going to them one by one, they each hug and kiss her cheek. “I’m sorry to interrupt. I can come back,” she offers.
“Nonsense.” My father waves off her concern and pulls out the chair to his desk for her to have a seat. “Come alone today?” he asks, looking back to the door.
“He’s here. I left him in the foyer speaking to Jessie.”
The room falls silent, and I look at Adam.
“Okay…” Adam starts feeling the awkwardness in the room.
“We’re leaving.” I feel like they’re about to strip her naked, tie her down and each take their turns fucking all her holes while her husband watches. He probably brought her here for that very reason. And I’d prefer to not have to soak my eyes in bleach tonight.
“Haidyn,” my father growls. “We are having this conversation.”
“No. We’re not.”
“Either you listen or we decide for you,” Adam’s dad speaks.
“What is this about?” Adam looks at me confused.
He has no clue what my dad wanted me to do. I thought I had handled it, and we had moved on.
“Haidyn denied your sister as his chosen,” his father states.
Adam looks at me wide-eyed and then back at his father. “You can’t be serious. Of course he did. Saint…”
“Would have learned to live with it,” Saint’s father snaps.
“I have a chosen. Sierra,” I remind them as if they all weren’t there and watched her bleed on my dick. “And Saint has Ashtyn. The ritual is over. We’re moving on.”
“You need a Lady.” My father squares his shoulders.
“Absolutely not!” I shake my head, knowing exactly where this is going.
“You either take her willingly or we force you,” Adam’s father says.
“Are you saying he has to marry Ash?” Adam looks from me to them. “Dad?” He steps into his father and after a second he shakes his head. “No. you can’t be serious.”
“Your sister will marry Haidyn whether they want to or not.”
“I won’t fucking do it. I won’t force her to do it,” I growl.
“You love her.” The woman speaks, and I choose to ignore her. I don’t give a fuck what she thinks.
My father removes a cell from the pocket of his suit jacket and runs his fingers over it before he places it on his desk, propped up facing the room. A video of Saint, Kashton, and I each fucking Ashtyn’s ass is playing.
“Jesus Christ.” Adam spins around, giving us his back to look away from the video playing of his sister. He throws his head back, closing his eyes and takes a deep breath to try and drown out the sound of Ashtyn’s voice begging for more. Adam already had to watch Saint fuck her at the vow ceremony. He sure as fuck doesn’t want to see it again.