Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 105065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 525(@200wpm)___ 420(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 525(@200wpm)___ 420(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
“No.” I shake my head furiously. “I don’t.”
“Maybe ye should go warm his bed, sweetheart. It’d save me the trouble of trying to lookout for ye. In fact, I’m sure all the lads would be happy to have a go.”
I blink back tears from his hateful words.
“You don’t mean that.”
“Aye,” he says. “I do. What good are ye to me? Ye’re a disobedient little bitch who doesn’t do as she’s told.”
“You like that about me,” I tell him.
His eyes flash, and the heat of his erection grows as he presses his body closer to mine.
“Is that so?” he asks. “Tell me, sweetheart, do ye think I also like my woman to be making eyes at other lads while she sits in their lap?”
Shame wells up inside of me and I can’t respond. This only pisses him off more.
“Ye just don’t fucking get it,” he bellows. “What I’ve put on the line for you. And this is how ye repay me?”
I flinch at the fury in his voice, and it only makes him squeeze my throat harder.
“I’m sorry,” I cry out.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I am sorry,” I vow. “I don’t want Sean. I just thought…”
The words fail me. What can I say that will make him understand?
“I want ye to walk out that door,” he says. “Leave ye to fend for yourself. Ye’re just like the rest of them.”
“I’m not.” My eyes are wet, and I mean it. I don’t want him to think that about me. “And I know you don’t want that. I’ll be good, I promise. I’m yours, Lachlan. I swear to you.”
“Mine?” he laughs cruelly as he reaches for the hem of my dress and rips it with his bare hands. “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure yet.”
My entire body is shaking with adrenaline and nerves. He’s so angry with me, and if I’m being honest with myself, I am too. But this isn’t how I want this to happen. I’m scared, for the first time in my life, I’m really fucking scared. And it’s because he could really hurt me. Not physically. But in the worst possible way. He could destroy me.
Lachlan has that power. And I need him to not hurt me. I need him to… I don’t know. Be nice to me. At least right now. Just during this vulnerable moment. That’s all.
“Lachlan, wait,” I plead.
He continues to tear at my dress, pulling pieces of fabric away as his eyes focus on the task at hand. His hands are all over me, rough and punishing, and he isn’t even hearing me right now. I need to make him hear. I reach up and clasp his face in my hands with a gentle touch, moving his gaze back to me.
“Lach,” I whisper. “Wait, please.”
“Please, what?” he clips out. “I’m done with your teasing, sweetheart. Ye’re either with me, or ye’re not. Fair warning that option number two isn’t going to bode too well for you.”
This is his rage still talking. I try not to let it get to me as my thumbs stroke over his jaw. “I know. But I don’t want our first time together to be like this. Just… let me take care of you.”
My words seem to affect him, which throws me a little. I didn’t think I’d be able to get through to him. He pauses, his eyes searching mine. His expression softens just a fraction as guilt flickers in his eyes. Knowing that I have him, I reach down and take his hands in mine, backing him up until his legs hit the sofa. He watches me as I retrieve my iPod from my purse and scroll through some music. I press play and then set it down on the coffee table, shimmying out of the ruined fabric of my dress to Burning Desire by Lana Del Ray. I want it to be slow and sweet. I want him to burn like I do.
“I only dance for you from now on,” I say softly. “Remember?”
Lachlan doesn’t take his eyes off me for a second, and it’s clear to me I’ve lost his trust. It guts me, even though it shouldn’t. Where I come from, trust is a big thing. Loyalty. My loyalty got me into this mess, and I wish I could just tell him that. But I can’t. Instead, I’m going to make it up to him. I’m going to offer myself up to him on a silver platter. Something I swore I would never do.
Once I’m down to nothing but a black lace bra and panties, I step between his legs and turn around. Swiveling my hips, I dance in time to the beat of the music and ease myself onto his lap, rubbing my bottom against his erection. Even through his jeans, I can feel how hard he is for me. He’s going to be inside of me soon. My first. It’s strange to me how okay I am with that. How much I want him to be the one.
After a few moments, he relaxes beneath me, his hands wandering over my body while I grind against him. He reaches around and palms my breasts through the lace at the same time he rocks his pelvis up into me. When I glance down at his hands on my body, I can see the strength in his muscular forearms. Everything about him is strong. Primitive. Male. He makes me feel tiny. Fragile. These are things I never thought I’d like to feel, but I do.
He pulls me back against his chest and holds me there while one of his hands delves lower, into my panties. He finds the pool of moisture there and his groan vibrates against my back as he stuffs me with his fingers. I watch them move beneath the fabric, enrapt at the sight as I thrash against him. He’s being gentler than I thought, but it doesn’t last. When my head falls back against his shoulder and my eyes meets his, something inside of him snaps.