Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos
184. Olivia - Emotions I

As a sex slave, I don't care if I am watched while I have to fuck men but this time is different. *He* is here. Watching me. Hearing me moan for another. I shouldn't care. Yet I do. After all, *he* had been my first love, the man to whom I gave my heart. The man whom I wanted to be my first and last. My everything. *He* abandoned me when I most needed him. I hate *him.*

My eyes collided with *his* turquoise ones. They are as beautiful as ever. Probably the reason why I had fallen for *him* in the first place. A family trait *he* once told me. Most of those born into *his* family have turquoise eyes. *He* hates me, too. It's more than that. *He* loathes me. Jasper opens all the buttons of my shirt, revealing my tits and *his* eyes don't fill with lust as they once did, but with disgust. My body disgusts *him*. *I* disgust him. Once, I wanted to marry *him*. He was my entire world. And I know he loved me, too. How did we end up like this? When did everything change?

Was it at that party Camila and I went? I should have stayed home. If I did, would things be different today?

Ansel pushes his fingers full of my cum into my mouth and *he* clenches his jaw.

I need to stop thinking. I need drugs, alcohol, anything that will make me forget. Then I will fuck Ansel and Jasper and anyone else they want without a care in the world.

"Eyes on me," Ansel orders me and I drag my gaze to him while I suck his fingers clean. "Jasper, get that dick inside her pussy."

"Can we talk about Alma and what she just saw?" Rueben asks.

Ansel runs his fingers over my tongue. "Why are we even thinking about Alma when we have our girl wet and ready to be fucked?"

"Did you forget Alma just threw a glass at Jasper and she left a phone for the bitch?" Tyson inquires.

"Olivia," Ansel corrects Tyson. "Jasper, think you can fuck Olivia or not?"

Jasper gets up from the chair and unzips his pants. "Pussy is what I need right now. It will cure any wounds that I have."

Ansel removes my shirt.

"If that is settled, let's fill her with cum." Ansel slaps my clit with his free hand, making me gasp.

Jasper sits back in his chair and pulls me in his lap, my back to him, my legs on either side of his thighs, his hands on my hips. I brace myself for him to enter me roughly, but his right hand slides between my legs and his fingers tease my entrance before pushing three digits inside me. Just like the rest of him, his fingers are big, and my pussy stretches to accommodate them.

"Oh, fuck," Jasper rasps. "Good thing I thought about preparing your pussy, because I don't think you can handle me." A fourth finger enters me, making me whimper. "Because once I am inside you, I won't hold back and your poor little pussy will be bruised for days."

"Of course, she can handle you. Her body craves our cocks," Ansel says. "You should have seen how hard her pussy was gripping my dick last night," he wraps his free hand around my neck and moves his finger fast inside my mouth, fucking it, "and how she was meowing when she came, her juice dripping on the bed."

"You did fuck her!" Jasper sounds shocked. Ansel grins but doesn't reply. "What kind of blood-brother are you? Using your kink to hide that you were screwing her." Ansel's grin turns even wider. "Well, my turn. All day long." "You want to breed her or something?" Mose chuckles.

Ansel's gaze goes to my stomach. "Imagine her pregnant with our child." My stomach drops. Why mention something that won't ever happen?

"Are you really fucking her?" Tyson growls, his eyes turning red with anger.

"Oh, I want to fuck her until my DNA is part of her. Until our spirits become one," Jasper replies.

After fingering me a few more seconds, Jasper pulls out his fingers, grabs my hips and positions himself to my entrance. Fuck! The head of his dick is impossibly big and Jasper has to force his way inside me, making me whimper in pain. It hurts. More of him enters me. I clench my muscles around him, hoping it will make him cum fast.

Mose moves close and looks at my pussy. I wiggle my hips, trying to make this easier for me, but my pussy keeps clenching around Jasper. It would be easier if my body would relax so that Jasper could slide in easily, especially since I am wet, but the opposite happens and I tense up, my pussy strangling his cock.

"Fuck! If you do that again, I will bend you over the table and fuck you so hard you won't walk for days," Jasper growls. His hands go to my tits, fondling them roughly.

I wince internally, not wanting to even think how bad it will hurt when Jasper tears into me if he does as he says.

Ansel squeezes my neck. "Look into my eyes while Jasper stretches your tight pussy, impaling you on his dick."

My eyes are fixed on Ansel's, his gaze flashing scarlet as more of Jasper's cock enters me. Will I be able to take all of him? I put my hands on Ansel's shoulders, my nails digging into his muscles.

Ansel pulls his fingers out of my mouth and kisses me. "You are so beautiful," he murmurs against my lips.

No. I am ugly. Inside and outside. A broken woman who only serves to be fucked and used and beaten by men.

"Fuck. She is so tight, I am afraid I will hurt her," Jasper says.

"Then pull out if your cock doesn't fit," Tyson grumbles. "No need to fuck her if she's in pain."