Page 44 of Lorcan

Her smile faded. “Yeah, I get that. How is everything else?”

“Well considering I only got back last night…I can’t complain.”

“Then why do you have such a sour face?”

“Stop making fun of my looks,” I bit back, trying to mask my emotions.

Teeghan rolled her eyes and for a brief moment, the phone slipped and I saw the utterly breathtaking sky behind her. They were still in Italy.

“You should be out there enjoying that sun,” I told her.

“How about you tell me what’s happening and I will.”

“I just got off a sex slave boat after being sold by my own family,” I said. “Maybe it’s that.”

Teeghan sighed. “Bitch, you and I, we get each other. I know there’s something that’s eating at you right now so either you tell me or I call Lorcan and have him come and fuck it out of you.”

If only.

“He didn’t touch me,” I said. “I think he’s disgusted.”

“What?”

“You heard me, don’t make me repeat it.”

“What happened?”

I repeated the events of the night before and told her exactly what happened. A big fat nothing.

“He’s being respectful. That man probably left the room so he didn’t screw you into the next century. He went full on alpha, then bathed you, I mean…he’s only human. Go and talk to him.”

“No, I can’t do that.”

“Girl, that boy needs you right now, just like you need him. Go and fuck him senseless for a change.”

The idea both thrilled and scared me. Could I go and take charge of Lorcan fucking O’Farrell? I mean, logistically, yes, I could climb that man like a big oak tree and grind against his mouth until I screamed out his name as if he were a deity.

Because shit, he was.

He was my god, and I wanted to pray only to him.

“Now,” Teeghan said, breaking me from my spell. “I know that look. Go and do it now.”

I bit my lip and hung up the phone, flinging the blankets off me and moving to the cupboard to look for something to wear. I could see a bunch of clothes in there, mostly sweatpants and jumpers, and for a moment, I wondered if they were Lorcan’s. I grabbed a jumper out and sniffed it. Lorcan’s earthy cologne wafted up my nostrils and instantly I was filled with a desire so deep, my pussy was throbbing. I pulled the jumper on, and it fell over my ass, covering me enough to walk the walls of the estate without issue. I loved having his clothes on me, how they wrapped around me, and almost swallowed me.

I moved out of the room and headed down the grand staircase and into the foyer. No one was around, it was quiet as all hell. When we came home last night, the entire house had been brimming with people. I moved down the hallway, looking in each of the rooms, but everything was quiet.

Hmm. They wouldn’t have left me here alone, surely.

I continued to walk down the hallway until I came to a large tapestry hanging over the wall. It seemed out of place, everything else was portraits in frames, but this large ancient looking thing looked like it was supposed to be in a damn museum or maybe in an old castle that tourists could visit.

What the fuck?

I reached out to touch the old fabric, only to feel a breeze underneath it. I peered behind it to see a door.

My heart raced as I pondered whether or not I should open it. Fuck it. I knew I wasn’t in danger in this house, I should totally do it. I turned the knob of the door and opened it.

To my luck, the door didn’t creak so I let myself in. Lorcan was standing against the bar, looking over what appeared to be files. He had a bottle of Jameson on the bartop with a glass near empty next to his hand. I could barely contain my pussy from throbbing even more as I stood there in just a jumper and my panties, waiting for him to notice. Maybe I should leave again and wait for him to come to me. Suddenly, my usually steel nerve kept me from cowering away from anything but with Lorcan, I had no steel nerve. I wanted him to overpower me, to claim me. There was just something so primal, almost animalistic in the way he handled me, the way he fucked me, that I couldn’t stop myself.

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