Page 10 of Lorcan's Obsession

My gaze skittered down to his waist, checking to see if...

"Eyes up here. You'll have plenty of time to take me the way you want, but only after you tell me how good I was last night."

Dom's chuckle from behind the bar riled me. He was listening to our conversation and finding it amusing how well the stranger was handling me. Still, I held my chin high as I responded to his sexualized, overinflated ego.

"Don't flatter yourself. You weren't that good."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

See? Being a lawyer had its perks. Like helping me be a good liar, for one. I took a sip of my rosé and feigned interest in what was happening around the bar.

"I don't believe you. As a matter of fact, I think you were shocked about last night, and that's why you came today. I'm still trying to figure out if you are a screamer."

"What?"

"After announcing your little me-time in the bathroom last night, I pictured you writhing, back bowed, legs shaking, screaming, 'I'm coming again. You are so good. You are the best I've ever had. Don't stop! Yes!'"

My eyes rounded. The nerve of this man! If the conversation continued this way, I’d die of shame! I had to steal back the power, and there was no better way to do that than to play the damsel in distress. Picking up my glass, I went to find another place to sit. Suddenly, the man reached out, stopping my escape. His palm grazed the inside of my wrist. The touch was soft, tender…the complete opposite of his snarky speech.

"Don't leave. I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just—I’m not sure how to do this."

"Do what?"

"This..." He waved his hand and tousled his black hair. "Your fr—" he stopped himself mid-sentence and cleared his throat. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Why not? Has no one ever rejected a drink from you?"

"Frankly, no." He winked. "And I think you'll concede soon enough."

"You'll die waiting."

"I'd rather not."

"Then give up."

"I will, if you agree to let me buy you a drink."

"You stubborn mule. The answer is still no."

"Would you buy me a drink then?"

Suddenly it was becoming much harder to figure out this playboy. Was this a dare? A test? He phrased his question as if he already knew the answer. Like he predicted my first instinct would have been to say no.

My curiosity increased tenfold. Whoever this man was, he was dead set on achieving what he wanted no matter the cost. And although I hated to admit it, I was impressed just as much as I was annoyed.

With a deep breath, I reminded myself why I’d come here: to bag and bang him. I wanted a taste of his lips, a feel of his tongue, and a pump of his dick. The stalemate would have to wait. Tonight, I was on a mission to get more where that orgasm had come from.

"Hi, I'm Tristen."

I stretched out my arm to introduce myself. He took my hand in greeting, his firm, smooth palm sending sparks of electricity through my skin. I didn't want to let go.

"Hi, I'm Lorcan. It's great seeing you again."

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