Page 105 of Princess of Pride
“Do you want me to fuck your hot pussy and ease your ache, my princess?
I told himnotwice, but when he brought me to the brink of climax a third time, I was begging.
“Yes! Please, Lachlan. Fuck me, fuck me hard.” I never thought I’d reach that point, but he has a way of pushing me to my limits.
“That’s my good girl,” he purred, still fisting my braid. He slammed into me so hard I screamed in pleasure. Any other time, the punishing way he pounded into me would have been too much. But with all the anger and desire coursing through me, and the many times he’d brought me close to coming, this was exactly what I needed. The whole time he’d ask questions and demand I answer so that I’d speak and breathe.
“Do you like taking my fat cock from behind?”
“Do you know how good your pussy feels gripping my dick?”
“Can you feel how wet you are and how much you love this, my wild cat?”
My orgasm shot through me like a lightning strike, hot, blinding, and consuming. I screamed and collapsed over the chair when he let go of my braid and came inside me.
I couldn’t walk after. I literally collapsed when he pulled me upright after untying my wrists. He had to carry me to his bed and leave me there for a while so I could catch my breath.
“You didn’t faint,” he murmured as he brushed my hair from my face and snuggled me from behind.
How can he go from brutal to sweet?
I had only fainted one other time since we started having sex. I remembered holding my breath right before I climaxed. Not on purpose, it just happened.
Lachlan didn’t freak out either, now that he knows it’s a subconscious reaction. He did treat me like glass for the rest ofthe night though. His fire and ice personality bleeds to every area of his life, including sex.
He never raises his voice, but he grits his teeth and scowls. He prefers dominance to get his way. With everything he lost, I’ve learned control is his coping mechanism.
Was it four weeks ago that I said I wanted to leave and go back to America? Time seems to be slipping by without me caring. As much as I’m enjoying this new way of life, I miss home. I miss my friends, my social life, my goals. Here, I’m trapped, no matter how much land or activities are available to me.
Dinner includes just Lachlan and me tonight. I sit beside him at the head of the table. “Where’s Rory?” I sip my wine.
“At the village pub. He’s been hooking up with one of the waitresses.”
“I wouldn’t have expected that.”
“Why not?” He swirls the scotch in his tumbler as we wait for the next course.
“Status seems like it’s important in your family—well, to one side at least.”
“He’s having fun. He knows his place though, and that he’ll be expected to marry someone with Scottish nobility.”
“Why? I didn’t think that was required.” Their title is gone.
“To appease Angus.” He sips the sweeter scotch he switched to for me.
“That man has a lot of power.” I shiver reflexively.
Lachlan puts his arm around me and takes my chin, holding my gaze. “He’ll never touch you again. No one will. Or my face is the last thing they’ll ever see.” He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip and kisses me fiercely, not even breaking it when the sound of servers becomes evident in the room.
This is new.
After some deep tonguing, Lachlan frees me and wipes his mouth.
I’m breathless and lightheaded like always. The servers must have left because they’re nowhere in sight.
I gulp my wine to help me calm down and adjust my dress. The material is twisted like I tried to climb his lap. Did I?
The servers reenter as if they’d been waiting just outside. They serve us lamb with roasted vegetables and herb potatoes.
