The Ritual Shantel Tessier Quotes

I’d set the world on fire, including myself, if it meant saving her.

I vow. You vow. We vow.

I can’t guarantee that I’ll grow old with her, but I will spend every second of every day that I’m alive proving to her that she comes first no matter what.

They say love is patient and kind. I’m not either one of those things when it comes to Blakely.

If there’s no pain, then how do you know you’re alive?

Fuck, I love you,” he whispers, his hand wrapped around my neck, crushing the chain into my already sensitive skin. “Remember that when I rip you apart.

my wife and I are a team. A Lord and a Lady.

I made a vow to protect you, Blake, and I’ll show anyone who tries to hurt you my version of hell.” I’d set the world on fire, including myself, if it meant saving her.

Just know this, Blake. If you try to run from me, I will find you. And when I do, you will regret the day you left me.” Softening his eyes, he gives me a threatening smile. “You were mine yesterday, today, and tomorrow.” He gently kisses my forehead. The tenderness a contradiction to his threatening words. “And you will continue to be mine forever.

No two people love the same way. And everyone has a different opinion on what love actually is.

I'd set the world on fire, including myself, if it meant saving her.

I’m going to fuck you right here, right now. That mouth is mine. That ass is mine. That cunt is mine. You’re fucking mine.

I ended up going after her, but she was the one who brought me back. This woman is incredible. And I’m the luckiest man to call her mine.

I vow. You vow. We vow. The ritual is what one must do in order to become a chosen. A chosen must be willing to surrender in all that they do.

I’ll own you, Blake.” He shortens my name, his free hand comes up, and he trails a finger down my neck over my racing pulse, making my body break out in goose bumps. “And I think that’s exactly what you want.

Don’t be ashamed, Blake,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re my chosen one. Be proud. I know I am.

I see freedom in knowing that I belong to him.

Fuck, Blake,” he growls, pulling his face from mine. His lips drop to my neck, and I tilt my head to the side. “I love you so goddamn much.

It's not the violence I crave (...) Although I like it rough, I think it's more of the idea of a man being so overcome with desire for me that he can't be stopped. And the fact I have no say over what he does. The feeling of having no control makes me feel in control. I let him catch me even though I run. I let him do it even though I fight him.

I can see you, touch you, and kiss you.” I wipe it away with my thumb. “I can love you.” My eyes drop to her plump lips, and her bottom one trembles. “You, Blakely Rae Archer, are my heaven.

You’re my chosen one. Be proud. I know I am.

My girl has proven that I own her, and I an't wait to show her just what that means.

You can and you will,” I say, giving her hard nipple a pinch before removing my hand. “I want your underwear soaked with my cum and yours. Fucking drenched, Blake.

You live for me now.” He licks up the side of my neck to my ear. “And I for you.” He thrusts in a second finger, and I suck in a deep breath from my nose, closing my watery eyes. “You serve and obey me. I protect and own you.

L.O.R.D. - Leader, Order, Ruler, and Deity

Ryat Archer is a killer, and all I can think of is I wish I could prove my love for him the way he has for me. He deserves that much. Blood for blood. He's spilled so much for me. I'm not afraid to bleed for him.

You think I’d kill for you, but not die for you?” He shakes his head gently. “Silly girl.

She will be my wife. I’ll fuck over anyone in my way.

Ride my fingers like a good little slut.

She’s mine. It’s just that simple. I’m addicted to her smile, the way she touches me. The sound of her voice. How she says my name. The way her scent lingers on my clothes when I’m not with her. Everything about her feeds a hunger that can never be satisfied. I know it, and she knows it.

Do you ever just want to shut it all off? Not have to think about the next second of your life? Go on an unplanned road trip? Have a one-night stand with the cute guy you scrolled past on your timeline? Social media makes you think you have all this freedom, but you don’t. Not really. You’re stuck behind a device watching others live out their dreams. You post selfies of fake smiles and expensive clothes, hoping that someone will envy you. Reassure you just how good you have it. All the while hating your life. “Smile, dear, you never know who is watching you,

Never underestimate a woman hell-bent on revenge. She’ll do anything to make an ex regret what he didn’t appreciate.

A Lord does not show mercy. Blood and tears are what we demand from those who betray us.

those who spill secrets will be silenced.

Keep your bitch on a leash.

They say love is patient and kind. I'm not either one of those things when it comes to Blakely. I'm controlling, possessive, and madly jealous. Which can only mean one thing - I'm obsessed with her. To the point I want to hide her from the world. I don't want another man looking at her, let alone talking to her.

You think I’d kill for you, but not die for you?” He shakes his head gently. “Silly girl.” His words are getting softer. I can barely hear them over the blood rushing in my ears. “Ryat …” I sob.

I'm the type of man who would never trust my revenge in someone else's hands. I'd take them out myself. I' want to see the life drain out of their eyes as they choke on their own blood from my hands.

The only thing I can compare it to is when you’re swimming and come up for air. That burning sensation in your lungs, that tightness in your chest. When you break the surface and get that first breath and feeling the sun on your face. That’s what Ryat is to me. My sun. My air.

You might have started out as an assignment, but you are my life now.” He drops his hands to my baby bump and rubs it gently. “You three are my life. And you guys will always come first. Do you understand me?

Ryat wants a Lady? I’ll give him a motherfucking lady.

I made a vow to protect you, Blake, and I’ll show anyone who tries to hurt you my version of hell.

She only has eyes for me, but everyone is looking at her.

I should be your biggest threat. But instead, I’m falling in love with you.

The adrenaline rush is unlike anything I’ve ever known—an addiction.

You serve and obey me. I protect and own you.

Women aren’t fucking property.

This is what I wanted. All along. Acceptance, love, understanding

I’m falling in love with you.

She will know hell, but for now, I shall be her devil.

She's mine. It's just that simple.

It can’t hurt to have your wife fall in love with you, right?

If a woman would just pay attention, a man will tell her everything she needs to know without him even saying a damn word.

His eyes go to my neck. “Whose good girl are you?” “Yours,” I answer softly. “Mine,” he agrees.

I’d go to war for my wife. One man was nothing. “I’ll always show up for you.

Hey?” Sarah enters my bedroom. I look up at her from my bed. I have a serial killer documentary on. It’s giving me ideas on what to do to him in his sleep if he ever returns.

You belong to me now, Blake. And I’m going to take what’s mine.

I will marry Blake, and she will be my wife—forever. I will not be marrying Cindy

Earlier in the shower made me realize I’ve gone fucking soft on you, Blake. Know why?” He doesn’t let me answer. “Because you cried. Because another man tried to hurt you. That’s what I’m trying to protect you from. I should be your biggest threat. But instead, I’m falling in love with you.” My heart hammers, and the blood rushes in my ears. I don’t want his words to faze me, but they do. “Ryat …” “I’ve been taught since I was young that obedience is important.” He goes on as if he didn’t just admit to loving me. “That power and humiliation go hand and hand. I’ve watched Lords break their chosen ones or their Ladies to keep them in line. And you? You cry a few tears, and I go fucking soft.

I forgot how much I enjoyed this side of Blakely. Things were getting a little too comfortable between us before she left. You know, catching those feelings and all because she looked stunning in a dress. Good thing we're back on track now. 'Till death do us part, Blake. And I'm not ready to kill you yet.

Ryat Archer is possessive, controlling, and extremely jealous. He’s fucking toxic. But I can’t lay all the blame on him. Maybe I’m the cause of his toxicity.

You, Blakely Rae Archer, are my heaven.

In a world full of smoke and mirrors, he’s something real. We got here by chance, but we’re still together by choice.

A chosen is protected under the ritual. Any and all must treat them as such.

In order to succeed, you don’t have to be stronger, just deadlier.

Kill or be killed. Now how many of you can fulfill it?

The sound of her voice. How she says my name. The way her scent lingers on my clothes when I’m not with her. Everything about her feeds a hunger that can never be satisfied.

She’s become my obsession, but I know I’ve also become hers.

I vow. You bow. We vow.

Desperation is never pretty.

Knowing she willingly took something I gave her without any knowledge of what it was. She’s craving to be owned, to be dominated, to be mine.

My girl wants to give herself to me, and I can’t wait to make her mine.

We’re having twins. And we’re going to need you …

Matt tried to rape our assignments wife, but he put Blake down for fantasizing about it? That doesn’t make any sense.

What the fuck?” I whisper in her ear over “Like Lovers Do” by Hey Violet.

You will get on your knees and open your mouth. You will spread those soft and sexy legs for me. And I will take that ass.

My cock is the only one that’s ever been here. And it’s going to stay that way.

The girl in front of me turns around, glaring. “Please tell me you two didn’t …” “Mind your own business,” Sarah tells her.

His hands touch my inner thighs, and I jump. 'Every touch, every kiss, every ounce of pleasure your body receives will come from me.

I want his hands around my throat. I want his body pinning mine down, and I want him to crave me the same way I need him. So, who’s the real toxic one here?

You can breathe after you come for me.

I don't believe in life after death. (...) The Lords have shown me that darkness exists. That you don't have to die in order to burn. And then you came along (...) I can see you, touch you, and kiss you (...). I can love you (...) You, Blakely Rae Archer, are my heaven (...) I made a vow to protect you, and I'll show anyone who tries to hurt you my version of hell.

I lean up against the doorway and watch him. Ryat Alexander Archer is ripped. From his chiseled abs to his broad chest and muscular arms—the man is delicious. And I’ve been craving him.

I’ve always been a selfish person, Blake. Willing to do whatever it takes to get where I want to be. And out of all the things I’ve done, you are by far the greatest reward for my selfishness.

I throw the underwear to the floor and slide my hands up the inside of her thighs to her cunt. I bite my lip, spreading her lips open for me. “Goddamn,” I whisper, slipping a finger inside her.

ALORD TAKES his oath seriously. Only blood will solidify their commitment to serve those who demand their complete devotion. He is a Leader, believes in Order, knows when to Rule, and is a Deity.

I then toss her over my shoulder, and she squeals. I slap her exposed ass and carry her across the parking lot so she doesn’t have to get her heels wet. The ground is covered in snow and dirty puddles.

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.

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.

I don’t know why but I hate that he’s fully dressed and I’m naked. It makes me feel vulnerable. Which is stupid. The man has tied me up, gagged me, blindfolded me, and taken away my air. Not sure why clothes matter all of a sudden.

You deserved better,” he whispers. Tears fall down my cheeks and I lick my wet lips. “I’m sorry I wasn’t better.” “Ryat?” I cry. “Please. Don’t leave me.” Blood starts to run from his nose. “Please …” I beg it to stop, my voice breaking.

My free hand drops to her other thigh, and I lift it as well, using my body to press her back into the building. I start fucking her hard with fast thrusts without protection. I will never use a condom with her. No reason to. I’m clean, and I know she is too.

I’m addicted to her smile, the way she touches me. The sound of her voice. How she says my name. The way her scent lingers on my clothes when I’m not with her. Everything about her feeds a hunger that can never be satisfied. I know it, and she knows it. It’s not a matter of if I love her.

I know, girl. I get it. Why do we crave that? To be praised for something that others would find degrading. I’d do some sick and twisted shit for Ryat if I knew he’d praise me for it. I want to please Ryat all the time. And when he tells me good girl, it’s like everything I actually did meant something to him.

He lowers his lips back to my ear while his free hand slides between our bodies and finds my pussy. “You don’t know what belonging to me means yet. But I’m about to teach you, little one.” He trails his lips down the side of my neck, and I tilt my head to the side to allow him access. “No one will hear me fuck you, and no one will ever watch me fuck you.

Yeah, I'm cynical. Love doesn't exist. Convenience does. Most of us are already set to marry that certain person who will make our lives a living hell. There's a reason the rich stay rich - arrangements are set in place before we even come along. Empires are combined to remain indestructible. Contracts signed, promises spoken, and alliances made to ensure our futures remain on top.

Social media makes you think you have all this freedom, but you don’t. Not really. You’re stuck behind a device watching others live out their dreams. You post selfies of fake smiles and expensive clothes, hoping that someone will envy you. Reassure you just how good you have it. All the while hating your life. “Smile, dear, you never know who is watching you,” my mother always tells me. Desperation is never pretty.

kick it away and run my fingers over her pussy. She’s not that wet, but I didn’t expect her to be. I squeeze some lube on my fingers and softly rub it over her pussy and up over her ass. She freaked out when I touched her there before I left to finish watching the vow ceremony, but she will learn that I own that as well, and I will have it. Even if that means she leaves me no choice but to take it. I plunge a finger into her pussy, watching to see if she reacts.

Have you ever been fucked?” I ask her, removing my fingers and pushing them into her again while twisting them to where they turn inside her and reach upward slowly. I’m taking my time because I don’t want to hurt the poor girl. Not yet. But once she’s my chosen, all bets are off. This is what the oath is for—restraint. It’s about thinking things through and outliving our opponent. Wear them down. Show no mercy. We are stronger than them. “No.” She bucks her hips.

I’m getting to be part of a “ritual” of the Lords. I know it seems as creepy as it sounds, but I need something new in my life. It’s been missing something for as long as I can remember. And Ryat made me realize what that is.