The Sacrifice: Chapter 28

We pull up into a circle drive to what was once a hotel. I know the house of Lords was given to them years ago. It’s exactly what you would expect men to live in who think they rule the world.

Large and over the top.

Tyson takes my hand and leads me up a set of stairs and into the house. I’m trying to ignore my throbbing nipples and tingling clit. I can feel the bands as the soft fabric from my dress brushes against them, and it’s got me breathing erratically. I catch sight of a woman walking around with a tray full of champagne flutes.

I tuck myself into his side, my free hand coming up to wrap around his upper arm. I know this is what he wants—to show me off. It’s all about appearances. And I have no problem playing into his game tonight. Especially when I know it will lead to me coming all over his dick. “May I have a drink?” I ask.

He comes to a stop and looks down at me. I plead with him to let me have one. He wouldn’t let me have one at dinner with my parents. I’m not sure why he’s against me drinking when he does, but he wouldn’t tell me even if I asked. It’s not like I’m going to work afterward.

“Just one.” He finally nods.

I give him a soft kiss on the lips, making sure to keep it PG. I’m afraid if I do anymore, I won’t be able to stop myself from dropping to my knees in front of everyone and begging him to fuck me like the slut he’s making me.

He waves down the woman and grabs a drink from her tray. She gives him a bright smile, then walks off into the crowd. It’s like the hostess at the restaurant all over again. I’m invisible. Ladies always are. We’re told to keep silent and look pretty. We’re arm candy and nothing more. Women like me don’t have minds or voices of our own.

I take a sip and swallow the sweet tasting champagne. I used to drink back in high school. But once Whitney died, my mother became an alcoholic, so my father cut back on the alcohol in the house.

Tyson leads us into a ballroom decorated in black and gold. A DJ is set up over in the corner. Round tables are positioned throughout the room with black tablecloths over them.

I’m about to open my mouth to say something when Tyson steps in front of me, making me come to a halt. I look up at him, and he’s got his lips thinned, his jaw sharp.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, worried. I hate to say it, but I actually feel safe with Tyson. He’s proven that no one will touch me, but we’re in a house full of nothing but Lords. Other than the bands wrapped around my nipples and my burning clit, my senses are already on alert being here.

“There she is,” a woman’s voice comes from behind him.

He closes his eyes for a brief second and then steps to the side. “Mother.” His voice is as tight as his body is pressed up against me.

My wide eyes go to the couple standing in front of us. The woman has dark hair and big blue eyes. They look like Tyson’s. The man standing next to her has his dark eyes on mine.

I look down at the floor as the rush of embarrassment heats up my chest and face. It’s going to be dinner with my parents all over again.

“This must be Laikyn.” She steps forward, and I look up at her.

“Yes, ma’am.” I reach out my right hand.

She looks at it but makes no attempt to shake it, so I drop it to my side. Whatever. I’m not here to impress her. Her son already married me. Not like she or I can change that.

Tyson makes no attempt to introduce us, so I’m not sure why I should care.

I lift the champagne flute to my lips, and she gasps, her hand flying to her mouth, and you can’t miss the huge rock on her finger. I don’t understand why Lords spend so much money on things that don’t really matter to them.

“What?” I lower the glass without taking a drink of it. Lifting it up to my face, I look to make sure nothing is floating inside of it. Nope, just bubbles.

“Ty.” Her wide eyes go to her son. “She shouldn’t be drinking.”

What the fuck is it with these people and not letting me drink?

“She’s fine, Mother,” he responds tightly, and I square my shoulders and take a sip this time.

“But the baby …”

I spit out the drink all over my mother-in-law’s salmon-colored dress.

She gasps, stepping back from me. Well, that’s one way to give me space. Tyson chuckles, and his father narrows his eyes on me. “Excuse me?” I ask his mother, wiping the champagne off my chin.

“Well…” Her large eyes go from his to mine. “Aren’t you two trying to get pregnant?”

“No.” I shake my head. I mean, I guess we’re practicing, but definitely not trying.

She places her hands on her narrow hips. “I mean, I understand wanting to be married for a little while before having a child.” Her eyes come back to mine. “But you’re not getting any younger.”

A Lady usually starts reproducing at a young age. I’m twenty-one, so to them, I’m already too old. “We won’t be having children,” I say when I realize she isn’t getting the point.

She blinks and looks at her husband, who has still not said one word to his son or me.

“But … but Tyson.” She looks at him. “You’re an only child. You need children to carry on the Crawford name.”

“Maybe you should have had more yourself,” I offer, taking another drink of the champagne. Why should that be put on us?

She gasps again, and I refrain from rolling my eyes at how dramatic she is. I don’t want to be here anymore than she does. I just want her son to bend me over, spank my ass, and call me his good fucking slut while his cock pounds into my throbbing pussy until I come all over it.

TYSON

I can’t help the smile that’s on my face. My wife is horny and angry. I like it. I also like that she isn’t going to take shit from my mother.

“Tyson—”

“Drop it, Mother.” I interrupt whatever she was about to say. I didn’t marry the girl they had already picked out for me then, so I sure as fuck am not going to let them dictate what I do in my marriage to Laikyn.

They storm off and I take her hand in mine, pulling her deeper into the ballroom. I spot Ryat and Sin sitting at a round table, and they both look up to see me. Ryat nods us over and I pull out a chair for her to sit. I notice the way she slowly lowers herself into her seat. I know the clit enhancer is doing its job and driving her insane.

Next to Ryat sits his wife, Blakely. She notices us sitting and looks over at my wife, introducing herself. The moment my wife answers, Laikyn, Blakely’s eyes slide to mine. I hold her stare as hers narrow just a tad. I’m not sure how much Ryat has told her about my wife, but he’s told me that she’s asked him questions about me and Whitney. So I’m assuming she knows that Lake is her sister. I had a heart-to-heart with Blakley once on a private jet, and I told her what kind of guy I am. She shouldn’t be surprised to know I didn’t marry my wife for love.

Easton Bradley Sinnett—Sin—sits on the other side of Ryat. Sin’s wife, Ellington, sits next to him and also introduces herself to Lake. The three of them start to talk, and I jump into the conversation Sin and Ryat are having.

I jump when a hand lands on my flaccid dick under the table. Looking over at Lake, she stares at me over the rim of her champagne flute. She’s teasing me. I smile at her. “Go ahead, little darling,” I tell her, and she smiles like she has a chance at winning.

Finishing off her glass, she sets it down and leans in. “May I use the restroom, please?”

I want to tell her no, but then she mouths “I have to pee.” Leaning in, I cup her face while I put my lips by her ear so only she can hear what I’m about to tell her. “When we get home, I’m going to rip this dress off you and tie you to our bed.” My cock hardens at the sound of her sharp inhale. “And if you don’t have two bands around your nipples, I will beat your ass black and blue with my belt.”

“Tyson.” She whimpers my name while her hand adds pressure to my now hard dick.

But I’m not done. “And then I’ll put a vibrator up your cunt on the lowest setting so you can’t get off and then sit down and watch you beg and cry the rest of the night to get you off, but I won’t, Lake. It’ll be a punishment, just like last time. Not a reward.” I pull back and look her in the eyes. They’re as heavy as her breathing. I drop my free hand and very subtly run my knuckles over her dress, and her mouth parts when I reach her nipple. “Do you understand me?”

She nods softly, her eyes telling me that she wants to disobey me just so I can punish her. A part of me hopes she does. The other part wants to see her get off over and over again.

“I understand, sir,” she whispers breathlessly.

A growl comes from deep in my throat at those words. She knows they affect me so now she’s going to use it against me. “Hurry back,” I order.

She leans in, her soft hand cupping my face, and she kisses me. Her lips press against mine, and she opens her mouth to invite me in. I take the opportunity and swallow her moan as her body rocks back and forth in the chair. I pull away and stand, grabbing her hand to help her out of her chair as well.