Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 164346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
I jump when a hand lands on my shoulder from behind. I try to turn around, but it prevents me from doing so. Instead, he runs his hands down my arms slowly, and I know he can feel me shaking. When he gets to my wrists, he gently brings them behind my back.
I close my eyes, knowing I’m going to accept what’s coming. No matter what happens here tonight, it’ll be because I took a chance. I chose to be here. I choose to be his for however long he decides he wants me.
He grips both of my wrists in one of his hands, then I hear the sound of metal. My chest rises and falls with each erratic intake of breath. I look out at Sarah, and she has her head down, staring at the floor. A quick glance down the first row shows them all doing it.
The cold metal wraps around my wrist, and he secures the handcuffs one at a time to the point they pinch my skin, making me whimper.
“Are they too tight?” I recognize Ryat’s voice, pulling my hair off my shoulder.
“Yes,” I answer softly.
“Good.” Then he tightens them each one more click, and I hiss in a breath.
“Will you hurt me?”
“Yes.”
I expect there to be pain involved, and a part of me is excited about that. Grabbing my upper arm, he yanks me back.
RYAT
I LEAD HER up the stairs with my hand on her upper arm, my fingers digging into her soft skin. I’ve been waiting for this day for too long. Seems like forever since I was told to take her as my chosen. But it’s finally here. Making our way to the platform, I bring her over to the small pool-like structure that was added for us to perform the ritual.
The Lords were given this building a long time ago. The first thing they did was gut the inside. It’s not your average cathedral. Things have been added to accommodate our traditions.
She fumbles to a stop at the edge, and I hear her breathing pick up. I’m about to tell her to get into the water, but she takes the first step herself. I bite back a smile. My girl wants to give herself to me, and I can’t wait to make her mine.
Usually, this is done with the chosen naked, but she will be leaving her clothes on. I don’t want anyone seeing her body. The point of the ritual is to cleanse them from their past sexual partners, but I’m extremely territorial over what’s mine. I’ve watched women at Barrington for the last three years throw themselves around waiting for the day to be a chosen one. It just so happens that she’s never had sex. But the vow ceremony must be performed, nonetheless, in order to solidify the ritual. He still kissed her, held her, and messed around with her, I’m sure. I want to wipe any piece of him remaining clean from her body.
As part of the ritual, we have to show ownership. You either fuck their mouth, pussy, or ass. It’s not to please them. It’s for us to claim them. So, since I’m selfish and refuse to show what I have, her mouth will do. Once we’re done here, I’ll take her out back and fuck that tight cunt in the woods, on the ground or up against a tree. It doesn’t matter. Everyone will see she’s mine from the bite marks on her legs and hickeys on her neck.
Blakely will be owned by a Lord. I will make sure everyone is well aware of that.
She takes the last step, the warm water coming up to her chest as I stand next to her. Letting go of her upper arm, I reach out and push the dark hair from her face, getting it wet with my fingers. She looks so pretty right now with her makeup done and hair fixed. I’m getting ready to ruin it. “Recite your vow,” I order.
Her eyes widen for a brief second, and she licks her lips nervously. Then she takes in a deep breath. “I vow.”
Good girl. She was paying attention to the flyer that she had wadded up in her hand. “You vow,” I acknowledge and nod my head at her to say the last part with me.
“We vow,” we say in unison.
Then I reach up, gripping her hair while I kick her feet out from underneath her and shove her under the water. Holding her there. She starts to fight immediately. So hard, that the water splashes over the top of the glass, falling to the first floor.
Yanking her up, she begins choking the moment her face breaks the surface. I drag her over to the stairs to my right and sit on the top one, letting go of her for a quick second to undo my belt followed by my jeans.