Page 47 of Pure Vengeance

“I think I might die of a stroke if you do.”

He smirked as he unbuttoned his trousers and slid them down over his lean hips. “But what a way to go.”

My knees wobbled as I stumbled to the bed, desperate to sit before I fell. His cock was…

God, would that massive thing even fit?

“There’s my good girl,” he crooned as he stalked closer. “Lie back, but don’t bother thinking of England. You’ll be too busy screaming my name.”

“Why would I think of England?”

“Never mind.” His smile made me utterly convinced he was a fallen angel. “It’s an old cliché Victorian mothers used to tell their daughters on their wedding nights.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“I told you to stop apologizing.”

“Yes, sir.” I bit my lip before anothersorrycame out.

“I forgot one thing.” Without waiting for me to answer, he got a small bottle from the nightstand drawer. “Lube to make your first time easier.”

I slid up the bed and covered my face with my hands. “So, so humiliating. How did you know?”

“I didn’t.” He crawled up the bed and pulled my legs apart, then wedged his hips between my thighs. “I guessed, and you confirmed it.”

“I’m so?—”

He gripped my chin before I could finish and said, “I told you not to apologize. Especially not for being a virgin. It’s the best gift I could have ever asked for, and I promise you won’t regret marrying me for a single moment.”

Trying to relax, I hauled in a breath and nodded. “I trust you.”

“Good girl.”

He lowered his head and licked my nipple, then pushed my boobs together to suck both of them at the same time as his thick cock bumped against my entrance. God, it felt so good. I lifted my hips, hoping to encourage him, but he didn’t take the bait.

Instead, he lavished attention on my breasts, driving me even crazier than I already was.

“Please, Lachlan!” I finally cried.

“Just getting you ready.”

He tightened his teeth on my nipple, and I gasped as pleasure shot into my core.

“I’m already ready already!”

Giving me that sexy, deliciously naughty smirk, he lifted himself off me until he rested on his knees, then slicked his thick cock with a generous coating of lube.

“I’ll go slow and try not to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

There were all kinds of hurt, and yeah, getting my cherry popped probably wouldn’t be comfortable, but I’d embrace the pain. Heck, I didn’t truly need the lube because I was already dripping for him.

True to his word, Lachlan was almost too slow, and I pressed my lips together before I begged for more. Instead, I decided to take my fate into my own hands and sank my nails into his taut backside.

Meeting his gaze, I lifted my hips as I pulled him down, making him impale himself inside of me. The pinch of pain was gone before I recognized it, and I cried out as he finally filled me.

For once in my life, I’d taken what I wanted. And god, it was fucking amazing—especially when he glared at me and hissed out a curse before surging into me with hard, consuming thrusts of his magnificently huge dick.

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