Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

5. Angel

Alekos puts the office phone on speaker and dials a number.

After a few rings, a man answers. “Did something happen?”

If Alekos has a commanding tone, this other man sounds… sad.

“Not really, but I need you to come to my office. Is Reyes with you?”

“Yes.”

“Both of you, then.”

“On our way.”

The man, whom I assume is Stefan hangs up, and Alekos dials another number. A moment later, a

woman answers.

“Mr. Raptou?”

“Florence, you have the rest of the day free.”

That was his secretary, if I remember correctly.

Alekos doesn’t wait for her to say anything else and hangs up.

If the secretary is given the rest of the day off and Stefan and Reyes are on their way here, then Alekos

is really thinking of f ucking me on his desk. How many women have he bent over it before me? He

might say I am his woman, but I know better. I am, as he said, ‘just a hole to be used by men’. This is

exactly why I stayed away from men and never dated. Not that I could have dated if I wanted, since my

father practically forced me into Carlos’ arms soon after I turned sixteen. And because of what Alekos

did after he told me he was in love with me.

The desk looks cold and hard. Not what I had in mind for the first time I have S**. While most girls

imagine a tropical destination and a man to make all their wishes come true when they lose their

virginity, I only want a bed and a man with experience. While Alekos has plenty of experience, I don’t

want to be f ucked in an office. Is a nice dinner and then a hotel room too much to ask? I don’t even

want him to take me to his house.

His stormy eyes linger on my face, then on my chest. A bored expression on his face, which is making

me uncomfortable. I bet he is already regretting proposing that I be his woman. Whatever that means.

He has never been in a long-term relationship, usually dating for only a few weeks before moving on to

the next woman. Once he gets bored of me, I will already have my plan in motion.

Pretending to be his woman will probably break my heart all over again, but I can survive this.

Under no circumstance can I allow myself to fall in love with him all over again.

I am not staying. When I find a safe way to disappear forever, I am gone.

“Regretting saying ‘yes’ to being my woman, Angel? Think well because once my blood-brothers and I f

uck you, you are ours.”

The only thing I regret is not getting my driver’s license. But the accident that took my mother’s life left

me scared of driving. And I haven’t technically accepted his proposal.

“No. Unless you’ve changed your mind about me being your woman. I am sure you would want

someone with bigger boobs.”

He looks amused. “I hate big t its,” he snorts. Yeah, right. All the women he had been with in the past

had big boobs. “You know, all this history about Carlos does not add up. Why would your father want

you to marry Carlos? There is something you are not telling me.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

Typical of Alekos. “Well, there is something, but….”

“But?”

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. Why did he have to take down my bun? My hair always has a way

of getting in my way. “I was in my sophomore year, when I first touched myself.” His eyes start to heat

up with desire. “Do you want to know who I was thinking of, when I came for the first time?”

His eyes flash red again. What’s wrong with them? “Who?”

I shrug, not wanting to tell him.

His mouth curves up in a grin. “I am starting to believe you were sent here to spy on me.”

I snort. “Do I look like a spy to you?” He arches an eyebrow. “Forget that I asked that. How about we

make a contract?”

I think I just dug my hole.

Alekos seems interested. “What type of a contract?”

“One that proves I am not a spy?” I try my best to explain. “I don’t know.”

“I like the idea of a contract. One that states you belong to my blood-brothers and me, and that you will

obey us in everything we say, without making any fuss. In exchange, we will protect you from any

harm. If you don’t, we will have to punish you.”

“Wait a minute—” I try to protest, but Alekos keeps talking.

“If you try to contact your father or friends, we will punish you. If you do something suspicious, we will

punish you. You disobey us, we will punish you.” My brow furrows. “If we believe you are a spy, we will

torture you, before killing you.”

And I thought Carlos was controlling. Also, what’s with all this obsession with punishments? What type

of punishment?

“What do I have to gain from all of that?” I demand to know.

Alekos leans back in his chair. “You get to suck my c ock daily. My blood-brothers’ as well.”

I laugh, because it is the most absurd thing I have ever heard. Suck his c ock. Like it is some prize.

“You should make an appointment with a psychiatrist.”

Alekos ignores my comment. “You will never leave the mansion without asking Reyes, Stefan, or me

first. You will be available for us anytime we want. When you get pregnant, the child will belong to all

four of us, even if he can legally only have two parents.”

Didn’t he just freak out about me stating that I was pregnant with his child? Now he is planning what

would happen if I do get pregnant. Not that that will happen. Not with Alekos, at least.

Besides, I just can’t bring a child into this world, not when I am in danger. Not when Carlos is after me.

“What if I don’t want any children?”

Maybe one day, when I am safe, and I have met a man that really loves me….

Alekos is calm as he says, “Agapi, I am going to fill you with so much cu m that you will have no other

choice than to carry my child.”