Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

149. Ansel

1 look over to the stalls then I pick up Olivia in my arms. Diva is obviously displeased, but she can bite my as s. “Let me show you the horses.” Walking up to the first stall, I say, “This is Artax. Do you remember when we watched The NeverEnding Story, and you cried for days because Artax died in the swamp, and Camila and Rueben teased you:

because of it ”

When Olivia and Camila became friends, Rueben, Tyson, and I thought it was just a faze, especially since Camila never had a good opinion of the Dukes. Weeks later, Olivia became a common guest in Camila and her family’s house. Since I was a friend of Tyson and Rueben, I would often hang out with them, drinking, smoking, and playing Call of Duty while preparing for University, Olivia wiggled her way into out lives by learning how to play video games and hanging out with us. Soon, Sunday became pizza and movie day. The five of us, plus Rueben’s parents, would find a comfortable spot in the living room and watch movies for hours.

“You were the only one who didn’t make fun of me,” she says as she looks at the horse. “Even Tyson laughed.”

“Tyson has always been an as s.”

“I suppose,” she murmurs, her eyes never leaving Artax.

Despite the bruises covering her cheeks, she has turned into a beautiful woman. The shirt she is wearing has enough buttons undone to reveal her generous ti t s to me. My c o c k stirs, and if not for her being hurt, I probably would have had my co c k down her throat by now, tears spilling down her face, her l*ps swollen by how rough I would have been with her. I push aside my desire to fill her holes with my cu m.

Turning to the other stall, I say, “This is Speckles. She, I pause for a moment, then continue, “had a rough life before Jasper found out about her and brought her here.”

Tears pool inside her eyes. “She is suffering.”

I frown. “I know the experience you had with us wasn’t the best, but we are not harming her.”

Olivia shakes her head. “She misses her filly.”

“Filly? Speckles never had a foal.”

“She did,” Olivia insists. “I can feel it.”

Olivia has always been fond of animals, especially horses, but for her to sense if an animal is suffering or not an why is another thing.

I know I am going to regret this later, but even so, I say, “I will ask her ex-owner’s son about it.” Olivia nods absently as her eyes are fixed on Speckles. “I left the best for last-Juniper.”

Olivia’s back stiffens. “Jasper kept mentioning her. It is not my place to say anything, but do you really have to keep her here, in the barn?”

I frown, because she is making no sense. “Where are we supposed to keep her?” I ask as we reach Juniper’s stall.

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“In the home,” she suggests,

The goat in the house?”

“The what

“huniper is a goat.” Olivia’s eyebrows inch op. “What? Did you think she was a woman we keep chained in the ent She doesn’t reply, but her pink cheeks tell me I am right.

I laugh, her checks becoming more flushed, making her even more beautiful. My eyes lock with hers, and before 1 krem what I am doing, my l*ps capture hers, finally k*ssing her. For years, I dreamed of her, the forbidden fruit, knowing I would never have her. Itut now, not only is she in my arms, but soon she will be in my bed, under me, her p us s y k*ssing

my d i c k.

If not for Tyson and Rueben, the things I would have done to Olivia tonight.

Her l*ps are soft and full, made for k*ssing. A purr ripples through me, reminding me I am not the only one who has been waiting for this moment.

I playfully nip her tender flesh, and when she opens her mouth, my tongue spears inside her mouth. Despite my eagerness to k*ss her, Olivia barely reciprocates.

“Kiss me back, Honey,” I murmur.

Honey.

I bet that p u s s y of hers

Astes like honey as well. When she is better, I will f u c k i n g spread her on the table and lick her for hours. Not just lick her, I will eat her out, a full course meal-tongue, teeth, mouth, until I am satisfied and she has no more voice from screaming my name, as I make her come all over my face, over and over again, until my b*dy and

soul are fused to hers forever.

Olivia shily returns my k*ss, making me even hungrier for her taste. My tongue dives deeper into her mouth, licking every inch, claiming it for me.

My c o c k throbs with the need to bury myself deep inside her and fill her with c u m, getting her pregnant with my child. I have been obsessed with her ever since she became friends with Camila, but I never said anything to her because she was a minor back then. But now she is fair game, and this time, I won’t hold back. At least, not when I am with her

because Rueben and Tyson won’t approve of this….. madness.

This is madness, else, how can I explain my unhealthy obsession with this woman?

Healthy or not, madness or not, obsession or not, Olivia is here to stay. It is only a matter of time before 1 the others that Olivia is the one for us

Olivia shivers, and I break the k*ss. “It’s best I take you back to the house.”

Looking over my shoulder at the black goat who is missing her left horn, Olivia says, “Alright.”

convince

I walk out of the barn, Olivia in my arms, Diva following us. For a moment, I contemplate taking her to my room, but

not wanting to deal with Tyson and Rueben’s outbursts, I head over to the guest house.

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Jasper is snoring, oblivious to Olivia sneaking out of the house. I gently place her next to him and cover her with the

duvet

“Don’t forget about the filly,” she reminds me before I sl*p outside the house.

A few days later, Rueben, Diva, and I are on the road, tracking down a criminal who has been eluding justice for months. The air inside the SUV is thick with tobacco and there are empty beer cans all over the back seats.

Rueben has been stewing for days, and I have yet to find out why. I could ask him what’s on his mind, but after years of dealing with his temper, I learned not to g i v e a shit, and eventually, he will tell me everything I want to know.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, letting me know I received a text. I pull it out and open the text. It’s from the son of the b a s t a r d who was Speckles’ owner before us.

“Yes, she did have a filly right months ago.”

1 contacted him yesterday. I wanted to demonstrate that Olivia was wrong about Speckles, but she was right about the filly.

How the f u c k did she know?

“Where is the filly now?’ I type back and put the phone back in my pocket, knowing it will take a while before I receive a

reply.

Rueben tums left on an empty road in the middle of the forest and, minutes later, suddenly stops the car and gets out.

Knowing he is about to talk about whatever crawled up his a s s, I take a cigar and light it before I, too, get out of the

car.

“Jasper is getting too attached to the Diseased C u n t. I don’t like it. We need to do something about it.”

Since New York, Rueben has kept a close eye on Jasper, watching how he interacts with Olivia, while I took a step back, waiting for her to get better so I can f u c k her to my heart’s content.

1 take a drag from my cigar. “Like what?”

“Anything.” He paces back and forth several times before saying, “We should take her to the Blood Lodge,” my demon growls in anger, but I don’t interrupt him, “during one of the gatherings and-

He doesn’t get to finish as he suddenly grunts in pain and grabs the right side of his n*eck with his hand, blood dripping from between his fingers.

I put the cigar between my l*ps and take out my handgun from the holster just as a bullet grazes my left ear.