Shackled (The Lord Series)

Chapter 87

Shackled (The Lord Series)

87. Angel

His features soften, and he looks around the kitchen. “How about we put away the genceries, and you

give me a tour of your house?”

Between the two of us, the groceries are quickly stored in the cabinets. I only leave out what I need for

lunch and then show Max around my house.

First, I take him to the living room, which I use more as an

one as an office. There’s not much to see, and we quickly go to my room. Max is quiet as he looks

around. If he dares to say something about the size of my moms-which is the size of a shoebox-1 am

kicking him out.

“Are you happy here?”

His question takes me by surprise.

“I am at peace.”

“At peace,” he murmurs and sits on my bed. His face, handsome and noble-like, looks up at me. “Let

me make you happy the way you deserve.”

How I want that, but what he is saying is too good to be true. “You will hurt me. And I don’t think I can

survive it this time.”

“Give me just one chance to prove to you that I meant everything I said,” he asks.

“This is not true. Nothing of what we talked about so far

He murmurs my name. “It is real. You, me, and this island.”

“It was just a dream.” 1 need to leave this place and get away from him.

“If you even think about leaving, I f ucking swear to Go d, I will shackle you to me.”

“This is real,” I decide. For now. The walls close in on me, and when he pulls me into his lap, I feel like

going up in flames. “Max,” I breathe out his name

“Sofia, are you burning like I am?”

I need him and his touch, and I don’t think I can ever Ine without it. His hand comes to rest on my

stomach, and I see the question forming in his eyes. But I can’t let him know, not yet, at least, so I © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

shake my head. The light in his eyes vanishes

“I need a shower,” I mumble and get up and run to the bathroom. Mas follows me. “I thought we would

only have lunch together and see where things take us,” I try to avoid the inevitable.

turn on the shower, and I unzip my dress,

“I am not a patient man, Sofia. The moment I saw you, I imagined all the things I would do to you.”

He takes off his t-shirt.

The air leaves my lungs. “What would you do to me?”

I should not have asked that, not when we are in my bathroom, half naked. At least he is, as I still have

my dress on

“Let me see you,” he rasps.

Don’t do it. Angel

Du. Not. Da. I.

My mates don’t want me, but the pure hunger on Man’s face let me know that he does want me. Maybe

the two of us can find some happiness bugether.

The dresa pools at my feet, leaving me only in a hra and a pair of panties. A growl of appreciation

comes from him. “Sofia,” he reaches for his belt, “tell me to stop,” and undoes his pants, “or else I will f

uck you right here, he groans as he ditches all his clothes. He is hard. Deliciously hard.

87 Angel

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