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)
She gives me a pitiful expression and shakes her head. “Well then I feel sorry for you. You’re going to have to learn the hard way.”
I wring my hands together and try to think of something that will fix this mess. Apart from me kicking his ass again, I don’t see a whole lot of other options.
“Let me talk to him then,” I suggest.
Sasha shakes her head, her shoulders slumped in defeat. “No, Mack. Just leave it alone. He’ll get bored with me eventually.”
“That’s not good enough,” I argue. “I’m not going to stand by and watch you…”
“You have to,” she hisses.
Her lip wobbles and then her eyes start leaking tears, and I have one of those moments where I’m reminded that I’m an awful human being. Because I don’t know how to comfort her right now. Every time I ever cried, my dad told me to knock it off. Somehow I don’t think that approach will comfort Sasha.
“I’m sorry, Sash.”
“I’m scared,” she admits. “He scares the hell out of me. He knows where I live, what my schedule’s like… he even knows about my sick mom. He’s said some things. Some really bad things. And I don’t know what he’ll do if I don’t give him what he wants.”
Suddenly, it isn’t Sasha I’m looking at anymore. It’s Talia. My stomach churns as I wonder if this was the same thing she felt. Like she was trapped in an impossible situation, and she didn’t know who to turn to. She would never come to me with it because she knew I’d take them all on myself. That was her weakness. Talia was soft hearted, but she was fiercely protective of those she loved too. It only strengthens my determination. I’m not going to let Donny get away with this shit anymore.
“Listen, Sash,” I say. “I’m going to handle this, okay? I need you to trust me. Can you do that?”
She blinks up at me with clear blue eyes and stares at me in confusion. The exhaustion on her face is almost too much. The stress has been taking a toll on her body, and she looks thin. Her cheekbones are too prominent, the dark circles under her eyes too obvious. Her mother is dying, and on top of that she has some psycho trying to use and abuse her every chance he gets. I want to wring his fucking neck.
“Why?” she asks. “It’s got nothing to do with you.”
“Because that’s what friends do,” I tell her. “And I’m your friend.”
“Okay.” Her body sags in relief. “I guess I don’t really have any other choice.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Mackenzie
Later that night, I’m in the stock room finishing up my inventory when someone grabs me from behind and covers my mouth. On instinct I try to throw my head back into his face, but when he grips me by the hair and I get a whiff of his cologne, I relax.
“Ye’re a deadly wee thing, aren’t ye butterfly?”
He moves his mouth over my ear to nibble on it, and I keep my lips zipped as my body melts against him. Hot kisses press against the sensitive flesh of my neck as his hand snakes lower and cups the thong beneath my dress.
“Who does this belong to, sweetheart?” he asks in a rough voice.
His erection is already poking into my back, and there’s some feral part of me that loves that he sought me out just to do this.
“It’s yours, Lach.”
He groans and bites at the back of my neck while he starts to gather the material of my dress around my waist. He’s rubbing his hard cock against my ass like a weapon.
“You caused this,” he tells me. “I haven’t been able to think straight all night. Now ye’re going to fix it.”
“Okay,” I agree.
“Bend forward and put your hands against the shelf.”
I do as he orders because... I just really want to. Rough fingers shove my thong aside a moment before the sound of his zipper fills the small space.
“I don’t have time for sweet tonight.” He slides his thick cock between my thighs. “I’m going to fuck ye hard and fast and stuff ye full of my come before I have to leave.”
I make a noise in my throat. Jesus, why does that sound so hot?
Lachlan grabs my hips and sinks into me, and he was right about one thing. It’s definitely not sweet and gentle. The bottles of alcohol rattle on the shelf as he slaps his hips against my ass, his balls bouncing against me as he pushes deeper and deeper. He’s groaning, his hands simultaneously squeezing the flesh of my ass and one of my tits.
“Ye know what I love about you, Mack?” he grunts out. “I love that ye’re such a cocky little bitch, and yet ye let me toss you around like this. It fucking turns me on to no end.”
I don’t even try to deny it. I’m too busy trying to hold myself upright from the power of his thrusts and the electric energy humming through my body. He makes me feel like a princess and a dirty little slut.
“Tell me ye like it,” he demands.
“I like it.”
And I do. So sue me.
“Tell me ye like me using you like a little slut. Bending ye over and shagging ye wherever I want because I fucking own you.”
“Ugg…” I groan. “Fuck you, asshole.”
I can practically feel his smile beaming down into my back. Apparently my back talk turns him on just as much as my agreeability because he’s fucking me like a lunatic now. I have no more wits left when his hard fingers dig into my hips and he chokes out his release.
I’m panting, sweaty and can feel his come leaking down between my thighs when he pulls out. I still haven’t come, but I’m so fricken’ close. I half expect him to just zip up and leave, but instead, he turns me in his arms and pins me up against the shelf.
His lips find mine in a much gentler fashion than the way he just fucked me while his fingers go to where I need them. I close my eyes and my head falls back as he takes care of me. It’s intimate, having him so close, breathing my air… being so vulnerable to him, but it doesn’t bother me right now. I know he’s watching my every tick, my every breath, and every tortured sound pouring from my lips. He swallows them all and then gives something else back to me when he kisses me.