SWNOVELS The Sacrifice: Chapter 30
I sit in my chair, facing straight ahead. The longer I sit here, the angrier I get. At my brother, at myself. He was the only person that I thought I had left on my side. Now I have no one. But did it ever really matter? Not really. Not in the long run.
The bad taste in my mouth is finally gone. I think that’s because I picked up another drink on my way back from the bathroom. My husband is going to fuck me later, and although my body is begging for it, my mind is screaming fuck no.
I look over to see Ryat and Blakely talking. Her elbow is on the table, face in her hand. I can’t hear what he’s saying to her over the voices in the room, but she’s smiling at him. He reaches out and pushes her dark hair behind her ear before he leans in and kisses her. I watch shamelessly as she leans into him. Her hand drops from her face to run along his black button-up. Placing his forehead on hers, he breaks the kiss only to give her a soft one. It’s like he can’t get enough of her, and the way she pulls him into her says she feels the same way.
My eyes look over at Sin and Ellington. He’s got his hand on the side of her growing belly and he leans into her, saying something to her. By the way her face flushes, I’d say it was what he has planned for her tonight.
Looking away, I down another gulp of my champagne. I want that. A husband who wants to be with me. One who wants me to have his children and make his house a home. Give him a family. I don’t want to be married to someone who only wants to use me for some sick revenge. I’m not saying I’d have that if I were with Luke. But I’m just asking why it had to be one or the other?
I catch sight of my parents entering the room. My brother enters behind them, and his eyes meet mine. They look at me with disgust. I don’t get it. Would he rather me be raped and beaten than enjoy my husband? Yep. He made that very clear. But why?
It just shows how fucked up the Lords are.
I sit up straighter when I see a guy walk up behind them. It’s the guy from our hotel room suite. The one who came in place for that Gavin guy. He taps my brother’s shoulder, and he turns around, giving him the one-arm handshake hug. My parents turn around as well to greet him. Another man I remember as Gavin enters behind them, and they all start a conversation.
“I told you; you could have one drink.”
I gasp, spinning around at the sound of the voice in my ear to see Tyson sitting back beside me. His eyes go from mine to the champagne flute in my hand.
I lift it to my mouth and gulp it down. Once it’s gone, I suck in a deep breath and put my lips as close to his as I can without touching them. He doesn’t bother to pull away. A part of me hopes my brother is watching. Yeah, I’m his whore, motherfucker. “You can punish me later for it, sir.” My words are as sarcastic as I can make them. But they sounded more breathless than anything.
Even though I’m mad at him, my pussy still throbs and my nipples ache. They beg to be touched. My underwear is soaked. At least he let me wear them tonight. I’d hate to have a wet spot on my dress.
He reaches up, his fingers gently running across my cheek as he pushes the hair behind my ear, and it makes goose bumps rise across my heated skin. “Be careful what you wish for, little darling.”
The party was pretty tame for the Lords if you ask me. There was no ritual or sacrifice made. No bloodshed of any kind. Just the Lords gathering around to slap each other on the back to congratulate each other on something that every other man has the ability to do—graduate from college. The Lords don’t even go to their classes. They don’t have to. They’re rewarded because of their title and title alone.
I never did speak to my parents, thankfully. They steered clear of us. We told everyone at our table goodbye, and I promised to keep in contact with Blakely and Ellington.
“Want to tell me what you’re so pissed about?” Tyson asks me, straightening his suit jacket as he sits next to me in the back of the limo.
“Doesn’t matter,” I say honestly. Nothing will change the past or the outcome of our future. What’s done is done, and all I can do is take it one day at a time.
His hand tangles in my hair, and he yanks my head back. My breathing picks up as he lowers his lips to my neck, gently kissing up to my ear. “I don’t like your attitude, Lake.”
“Maybe you should fuck it out of me then,” I challenge.
He gives a dark chuckle. “I’m going to fuck you all right. I’m not so sure it’ll put you in a better mood or not.”
I growl, my hips lifting off the leather without thought. He’s going to piss me off on purpose. I expected this. I’ve been baiting him all night. This is what he wants. Me all worked up, crawling on my hands and knees, begging for him to give me the smallest amount of attention.
The limo stops at the house, and he helps me out of the back door. I stumble a bit in my heels, the few drinks I had affecting me more than I thought they would.
We enter the front door, and I head straight to the bedroom. Once inside, I slam the door shut, hoping it hits him in the face, but the sound of it banging against the interior wall tells me he was faster than I was. He expected it.
A hand grips my hair, and he yanks me back, making me scream. His free hand wraps around my neck, and he shoves me into the closed door. He comes to stand in front of me. His baby-blue eyes glare down at me. He’s getting angry with me. Good.
I want a fight. A sick part of me likes when I make him feel something. It means I’m getting to him.
“Last chance, why are you mad at me?”
Lifting my chin, he smirks at my refusal to answer. What’s the worst he can do, turn on my collar? Letting go of my neck, he lowers his hands to my dress and rips the thin material down the center, making me gasp. It was such a pretty dress.
The material falls to my feet, and he grips my thighs, lifting me. My legs wrap around him instinctively as he carries me over to the bed. He tosses me onto it and straddles my waist, pinning me underneath him.
Reaching over me to the corner of the bed, he grips my wrist and holds it out to the edge. Something wraps around it. He lets go of me, and I try to move my arm but can’t. He’s tied it down just like he promised he would.
He reaches over and does the same to the other. Then he gets off the bed and pulls my legs out wide, attaching rope around each ankle. Giving me his back, he walks into the bathroom, leaving me spread-eagle on the bed. I look up at the ceiling, trying to calm my breathing. I’m so wet. I want to be mad, but my body aches for him.
TYSON
I exit the bathroom and go over to the bed. I rip her underwear off her hips, making her whimper, and wad them up. She sees me leaning over her, and her eyes widen. “Tyson…”
I shove them into her mouth and rip off a piece of duct tape, placing it over her mouth. She shakes her head quickly, and I grip her cheeks, holding her face in place while pushing the back of her head into the bed. “If you don’t want to talk, then you don’t need a voice.” Letting go of her, I stand, and she thrashes on the bed, pulling on her restraints.
Reaching down, I remove my belt. “You’ve been begging me all night to fuck you, little darling. And although I’m going to, I’m going to play with you first.” I bring the belt down across her chest, and her mumbled scream fills the room as her hips lift the best they can.
I do it again, making sure to hit her banded nipples. I’m not doing it hard; this isn’t punishment. It’s to see just how wet she can get.
I slap her inner thigh, and her body arches. Going across her hips, she’s twisting from left to right, trying to relieve the ache between her legs.
Dropping the belt to the bed, I reach into my pocket and pull out what I grabbed from the closet. I hold it up to her face, and her eyes widen. “This goes on your clit.” I flick her nipples, and her back arches.
Lowering my hand between her spread legs, I put the cylinder over her clit and twist the end, sucking her clit up into it just like I did to her nipples.
Then I make my way between her spread legs. I shove my knees into her already shaking thighs and take my hard cock in my hand. I slide the tip of my head against her and rub my precum over her soaked cunt.
I push into her while my free hand holds the cylinder so it doesn’t pop off. I pause halfway in and twist it two more times, smiling at the way she screams into her gag as her clit is sucked farther into the clear tube. “That’s it, Lake,” I say when her pussy clenches down on me. “Show me how much you like it.”
She’s panting, body shaking, and chest heaving. I hold the cylinder while my cock slowly fucks her pretty shaved pussy. Just teasing her, slowly, softly. I look up at her to see tears running down both sides of her face while her neck is arched.
I twist it two more times, and she’s soaking wet. Once I feel she’s had enough, I unscrew it and release her clit. Her body sags into the bed, and I smile. “Not even close to being done, little darling.”
Pulling my cock out all the way, I slap her pussy, and she shakes uncontrollably. I slam into her and lean over her body. I wrap my lips around her hard nipples as my cock thrusts into her hard and fast, fucking my wife so hard the headboard knocks against the wall.
Biting softly onto her nipple, I pull gently, the action rolling the band off. I spit it out and do the same to the other before sucking her swollen nipple into my mouth. She’s sobbing, hips lifting the best they can to reach mine, needing to be fucked.
I reach up and rip the tape from her mouth and remove her underwear, tossing them both to the floor. I love the way her pussy feels wrapped around my cock when I’m buried inside her, but I want more from her right now. Her body isn’t enough for me. I need to breathe her in.
She gasps, “Tyson—”
I cut her off when I lower my lips to hers and kiss her so deeply that I’m not sure either one of us is breathing. Sliding my hands underneath her tied arms, I tangle my fingers in her long hair while my cock fucks her cunt.
Her lips are as desperate as mine. I pull away, and she sucks in a deep breath. “Please?” she begs, her body shaking.
“Yes, little darling?” I ask releasing her hair and moving my hands to cup her face. “Please what?” I lick my lips, needing to taste the champagne she had earlier from our kiss.
“I…I want to feel you.” She pulls on her tied wrists.
I smile at the fresh tears welling up in her eyes, and she arches her neck, letting out a growl of frustration, knowing that I won’t give her what she wants.
Instead, I pull out of her dripping cunt and chuckle at the way she whimpers. I kiss down her heaving chest, over her stomach, and lower myself between her shaking legs. She lifts her hips off the bed the best she can, and I look over her swollen clit.
Licking my lips, I tell her. “I’m going to enjoy using you tonight.” I place my mouth on her pussy, and I eat her out as if every man who has ever wanted my wife is watching me please her, listening to her scream my name while she begs me for more.