Page 46 of Pure Vengeance

She flinched and tightened her hands into fists when I touched one of the marks. “What happened?”

“I… um… I’m just so clumsy.” Her husky voice squeaked, and she smiled brightly as she lifted her gaze to my face. “I fell down the stairs.”

Christ. If that wasn’t the most obvious tell ever…

Considering I’d watched her navigate stairs in four-inch heels without a single misstep, I didn’t believe the lie for a second, but I didn’t care enough to ask for the truth. Instead, I nodded agreeably. “Poor thing.”

“It’s okay. It barely hurts at all.”

And yet another lie. Judging by the marks, I wondered if she had a few bruised ribs. I’d just have to be reasonably gentle when I fucked her—at least until those bruises faded.

In six weeks, she’d be gone anyway. I couldn’t allow myself to care where they came from.

CHAPTER FOUR

Natasha

I hated lying to Lachlan, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him the truth. It wasn’t because I wanted to protect my father. Far from it, in fact.

Shame kept my lips sealed.

His touch almost seemed to soothe the lingering pain and I relaxed under the gentle glide of his fingertips over the bruises.

“Better?”

I startled at the sound of his voice and quickly nodded. “Yes. Thank you.”

“It must have been a heck of a fall.”

“I trip over air if I’m not careful.”

He laughed, but I wished I could shut up. The last thing I wanted was to draw attention to my flaws.

“I’ll kiss them better.” Still dressed, he lowered himself to his knees and kissed a path across the marks on my ribs, turning pain into pleasure.

Being naked in front of him while he was clothed did something to me. It was decadent and so achingly good… almost as if he was worshipping me.

Unable to help myself, I threaded my fingers through his thick blond hair and let my head fall back as his kisses fell on my hip, then down to my thigh. Slowly, and ever so gently, he encouraged me to widen my stance, then brushed soft kisses over my belly.

Oh, god. Was he…

“I’m your husband, but you can call me your god all you want. And yes, I am.”

Before I could be embarrassed over speaking out loud, he spread my folds with his thumbs and licked my pussy from bottom to top before sucking my clit into his mouth.

I cried out as my knees buckled. Somehow, he managed to hold me up, but I could barely stand as heated shards of pleasure coursed through my body. Instead of yelling at me for making noise, or for the death grip I had on his hair, Lachlan eased a finger into my channel.

The penetration into my virgin hole should have hurt, but the faint sting was quickly subsumed by excruciating pleasure. Without warning, I clamped down on his finger and screamed as I dragged his face closer to where I needed him the most.

My vision flickered into darkness, details of the room swimming out of focus as I came. I couldn’t stop the surge taking me down, nor did I want to.

Laughing softly, he rose to his feet and cradled my jaw in one large hand before kissing me. The salty taste of myself on his lips should have been disgusting, but it wasn’t. In fact, I wanted more.

“Yes, Natasha. We’re definitely doing that again. You won’t even need to beg, but I love hearing you scream my name when you come.”

“I…” I blinked and tried to make words work. “Wow.”

“Only wow?” He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a muscular chest dusted with dark blond hair. “I’ll have to up my game.”

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