Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos

Chapter 160

160. Olivia

Snow keeps falling from the sky. The wind blows strongly.

It was knowing when Camila died.

When that boy with turquoise eyes broke whatever was left of me, it also snowed.

cas seventeen back then. Alone. Scared. And in so much pain.

I loved him with all my being and he left me alone too.

Soon after that, I was forced to take part in the gatherings at the Celestial Heaven and f u c k Dukes

and guests. If I made mistakes, I was punished in front of everyone. When Jason came to take me out

of that hell hole, I cried out of reliel, which upset him. I ended up with a black eye.

Ansel’s voice finally registers when he asks, “You always liked winter, right? Camila too, especially

snowy days like this

one

Camila and I shared so many interests and hobbies. We even dressed the same or matched our

outfits. We liked the same flavors, movies, books, songs, colors. She was my twin flame. We had so

many plans and things we wanted to do.

All that is gone now.

The hole in the fabric of my soul gets bigger, the pain turning my blood to ice, hundreds of hot iron rods

touching my skin at the same time. I scream in agony but no one ever hears me.

I still hope to be reunited with Camila soon. Not having her in my life, not speaking to her…. There is no

one I can trust with my secrets, to tell about things that had happened…..

A door slams, probably that of Rueben’s room. Whatever Ansel told him made him angry.

Instead of replying to what Ansel asked, I say, “A snowstorm is quickly approaching.”

Ansel looks out the window. “You think so?”

“Do you hear the roof creaking and cracking with the howling wind?”

“Yes,” Ansel replies.

“Roofs always sound like that when blizzards come.”

His free hand slips beneath my shirt, his fingers drawing circles on my skin. “I never noticed it.” His

hand travels up until it reaches the underside of my t t, his thumb brushing against my nipple. “Maybe

the cold will force Jason to back

off

“He won’t leave without me.”

Ansel cups my ti t. His hard erection pokes my as s. “Then I will have to kill him.” Tilting my head to the

side so he can

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look at my face, he adds, “I have been a coward before but not anymore. Aty… demon wants your. So

do 1.

Ansel’s wonds mean nothing. Just pretty lies. Many women fall for them, but I learned that sweet

promises are only empty words to lure women into well crafted traps,

“I thought you wanted children. That is something I can’t give you.”

“There is always adoption,” Ansel points out. Grinding his coc k against me, he growls in my ear, “If you

weren’t hurt…” his hand moves from my ti t to my bare pus s y, “the things I would have done to you.”

A finger slips between my folds and he licks the shell of my ear. I am still sore from the scorpion’s

stings, but I am sure I can give Ansel what he wants. I turn around and, keeping my gaze on his lips, I

ask, “How can I please you?” as I ru my palm up and down his erection.

Ansel groans, “Go d. That feels amazing.” He grabs the back of my neck and brings my face so close

to him that our lips. are touching. “I am dying to c k your as s until it is red, gaping, and sore. Then I will

do the same to your puss y.”

I should have known he likes a n a l. All men do. Even if I showered this morning, I say, “It will take me

a few minutes to prepare myself.”

Ansel kisses me hard, his tongue exploring my mouth. I return the kiss as I start to retreat deep inside

my head. It is easier to do with drugs but when Carlos began my training, I had to figure out how not to

break the hard way. Men can harm my body and use it as they want, but as long as I have my mind, I

am safe from them.

“Jasper will kill me if I f u c k you while you are still recovering.” His lips trail down my skin, kissing and

nipping along my jawline, his fingers unbuttoning my shirt. “I am not even talking about the cut on your Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

arm or that you drank what was left of the tequila, but,” he peppers kisses on my neck, “I might play

with your t i t s a bit,” and opens my shirt. Lifting his head, he studies me. I lower my gaze. “Look at

me!” My eyes find his and he smiles. “You are still skinny and by the dark circles under your eyes, you

need more rest, but you are so beautiful, Honey.”

“So are you.”

I said the same to many men before Ansel, but I don’t have to lie this time. Ansel is a handsome man.

He chuckles before he takes in the fading bruises, his eyes narrowing. “How are your ribs?”

“Healing.”

He puts his mouth on my slowly kissing them. “I should have never kicked you,” he murmurs as his lips

reach my broken ribs. “Hurting you….” His mouth finds mine. “It wasn’t my intention.”

“It’s alright. You are not the first one nor the last one.”

“You said the same thing in the barn. Regardless of what happened in the forest, I am not anything like

Carlos or Jason.”

Despite being beaten repeatedly for not being able to keep my mouth closed, I say, “You surely hate

me as much as Tyson and Rueben do.”

Rolling a nipple between his fingers, he says, “As much as I loved Camila, I never hated you.”

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“It doesn’t matter if you do. Everyone hates me anyway. Rueben wants me dead, not that I blame him.

Tyson hates my very existence…”

It would take me forever to finish naming everyone who hates or wishes to see me dead.

Still rolling my nipple between his fingers, Ansel takes the other one in his mouth and sucks it hard. I

close my eyes, bracing myself for pain. Ansel keeps sucking and licking, his tongue swirling around my

nipple, his fingers grabbing my t i t, squeezing it.

Despite how rough he plays with my t i t s , he makes me feel… strange. Like I wouldn’t mind if he kept

sucking and licking my nipples for a little longer.

He gently bites my nipple before doing the same to the other. The wind blows stronger, and I glance out

the windo looking at how fast the snow is falling. Should I take my chances with the snowstorm and try

to escape then? Probably the cold will kill me before I find Jason. Spending my last moments free is

more than I deserve.

Ansel stops what he is doing and looks at me. “Aren’t you enjoying yourself?”

I blink several times, his question taking me by surprise. Then I realize I forgot to moan. “Yes,” I say

quickly. “Don’t stop,” I try to invite him back but he buttons my shirt.

Will he punish me for not reciprocating? In the beginning. I used to pretend that I loved f u c k i n g

pretty well, but most men sought me for a quick release or to make me cry or scream in pain, not to

hear my fake moans, so I stopped bothering. Jason’s friends were turned on by my screams, but what

does Ansel prefer? I need to learn fast about Ansel and the others’ preferences. Especially since they

are going to record me while they me. It is always easier when I give men what I want. They tend to

hurt me less… or not.

“When you are better, we will finish what we started. I am hungry. Do you want to eat with me?”

He doesn’t want to continue? It’s not like I am complaining, but men usually don’t hold back once they

have erection. “I don’t want to bother you.”

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Laughing, he says, “You never bother me.” Lifting me up in his arms, he adds, “In case you get dizzy

again,” and takes me to the kitchen, where he puts me on a chair, then goes to the fridge and looks

inside. Seconds later, he closes it. have to run to the main house to grab some ingredients. Stay right

here!”

“I understand.” I sound so robotic, but there is nothing I can do about it unless I am high or drunk.

Unless I forget about everything.

Before Ansel leaves, he brings me the soda can. “Finish that before I return.”

I nod, letting him know that I will and I take a sip. Ansel kisses the top of my head and goes out in the

cold.

A minute later, the front door opens.

“You returned sooner than 1—’

I stop speaking because it is not Ansel