Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
I’m not a virgin. I fucked in high school. The thought of having to go three years without sex during college was a challenge that I was more than ready to accept. But the moment I realized that the one I desired wanted me back was when I almost said fuck the Lords. But the thought of anyone else having her won over.
If I fucked her, I’d be kicked out, and she would be a used-up whore since she has to be a virgin for her Lord. I refused to take that chance. If anyone else fucks her other than me, it’ll be because I’ll allow them to.
I watch her hips buck, and she shakes her head while still holding her hand over her face and pinching her nose. She stiffens, and her neck arches as she comes in her underwear.
Removing her hand, she gasps and turns the vibrator off. She’s panting as she throws it to the floor, and I look over the now wet stain that covers her pussy. If I were there, I’d tear them off and shove them into her mouth so she could taste herself while I bury my face between her shaking legs and force her to come again on my face.
After a minute, she gets up and puts her vibrator away and walks to her bathroom. The woman still getting gangbanged on her phone is the only sound I hear.
Moments later, her door opens, and I release my dick and sit up straighter. Her mom walks over to her bed and picks up Ashtyn’s cell. Her mouth drops open at the sound of the woman gagging.
Just then, Ashtyn exits her bathroom now fully dressed, and her mother looks up at her. “Mom?” she shrieks.
“What in the fuck are you doing?” her mother demands, holding Ashtyn’s cell up.
She crosses her arms over her chest and rolls her eyes. “It’s just porn, Mom. Not like I’m fucking anyone.”
Her mom huffs and stops the video before throwing it onto her bed. “Get ready. We’re leaving in twenty minutes.”
“Where are we going?” Ashtyn asks, stepping forward.
Her mother storms out without answering, slamming her bedroom door, and Ashtyn huffs. She knows where they’re going and so do I. Her mother is taking her to see her therapist. She swears she’s a sex addict.
She doesn’t like that Ashtyn is curious.
My cell rings, interrupting the video, and I see it’s a Lord. I take a deep breath and hit answer. This is the call I’ve been waiting for. He better hope it’s the news I want.
ASHTYN
My mother and I enter my parents’ house, and my father’s right-hand man stands in the foyer. “Your father wants to see you in his study,” he says to me.
I nod and begin to walk that way. My mother’s heels clapping on the marble floor lets me know she’s following.
“He wants to see Ashtyn. Alone,” Dean calls out.
“I’m her fucking mother and will accompany her,” she snaps at him. Grabbing my upper arm, she drags me down the hall and bursts through the double doors.
My father stands at the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the woods at the back of the property. “Altus—”
“Leave us,” he commands.
She straightens her stance. “I will not…”
“Get the fuck out before I have you thrown out.” His voice is calm as he swirls his scotch in the glass. He takes a sip, and I see Dean standing at the double doors with an “I told you so” look pointed at my mother.
She lets out a huff, and I drop my eyes to the floor. The doors slam shut moments later.
“Ashtyn?”
“Yes, Father?” I raise my eyes to meet his.
“The vow ceremony is soon.”
“I understand what is expected of me.” My mother has made it very clear she does not want me offered to a Spade brother, but it’s out of her control. My father is a Spade brother, and since he has a daughter, I must serve the next generation. I’m currently the only daughter of a Spade brother among the Lords. The other three women who are chosens are from high-ranking Lords. The Spades only accept the top tier when it comes to pussy. And the Lords are like anything else—some hold more power than others.
A Spade brother is a Lord, but they have their own rules, initiations, and ways of performing the ritual when taking on a chosen. Other chosens have the option of accepting their Lord. I do not. I’m given away no matter what.
He finishes his drink before setting the empty glass on his desk. Pulling back his suit jacket, he places his hands in the pockets of his dress slacks. His cold stare meets mine. “You won’t disappoint me, will you?”
“No, Father,” I rush out. “I’m still…”
He holds up a hand to stop me, and I bite my lip. Running his hand down his face, he sits in his chair. “Your mother thinks you’re out whoring around.” He glares at me, and the way he says it, I feel he’s still on the fence. “That fucking therapist she takes you to said you’re too advanced for a virgin.”