Page 104 of Princess of Pride
“It’s fine.”
“But it’s getting on your covers.” And he’s Mr. Impeccable.
“It’s you and me. I plan to get a lot more of us on this bedding.”
He does? Would I like more of that connection, the pleasure, the way he commands my body, and the orgasms? Absolutely. Can I handle it? Currently my cooch feels like it was rammed with a steal rod.
“I might need a long break before our next… session.”
“Session?” Humor sounds in his voice.
“I’m very sore.” The more I lie here, the more noticeable it becomes. “I’m not sure I can walk.”
He chuckles, his breath blowing the hair at the back of my head. “I like the idea of you not being able to walk because ofme. It turns me on.” He runs his hand up and down my thigh and caresses my butt.
His hands on any part of me is a turn on, but I can’t imagine having more sex at this moment. I just can’t. “Lachlan…” I begin to explain this further.
He chuckles again. Has he ever laughed this much? Not around me. “Relax. You’re safe from me for a little while. At least from my dick. I could always fuck you with my tongue.”
Wetness pools at my core. Lachlan wanting me like this and speaking so openly about it is a surprise I never expected when I first met him. Had I believed sex with him would satiate him enough that he’d be done with me? With the way he’s talking, he’s far from done. As for me, having his undivided attention and his caresses for this long is a serious temptation. He went gentle with me—at the beginning. I expected rough, angsty sex. That’s us, and even though it did become rough, he maintained control until I was ready. He vowed to me that I was his and only his. As much as I want to be independent, I want to be wanted like this too. No one ever has. Not my parents. Not a guy. Certainly, not a man like Lachlan. Could this be enough for me to make things work with him? Desire and care without love? Is a little better than none?
25
FUCK THE DINNER
I don’t bring up leaving again and Lachlan doesn’t either. We settle into a routine of having breakfast together where we still sit apart, me by Rory and him at the head of the table. We exchange heated looks though, that makes the regular sex we’re having even hotter.
Every day after breakfast, Lachlan tugs me into the billiard room and eats me out on the pool table before he works in his study. I either research for my bookstore in the tower library and read a bit, or I ride in the afternoon, depending on how sore I am and what the weather’s like.
When Lachlan found out I’ve been riding on my own, with only a satellite phone, he insisted I take Boyd. But during sex that night—always in his bed where we fall asleep with me in his arms—I talked him into letting me continue to go alone. He agreed, but a drone followed me and Kelpie the next day. We fought over his controlling behavior that night, which ended in the hottest sex of my life.
“Remember when I told you there is no place you can hide that I won’t find you?”
He texted it to me when I fled after our wedding.
I scowled. “I’m not anywhere in the world. I’m on your protected land!”
“It doesn’t matter. I need to know you’re safe at all times. I need to see it with my own eyes. Boyd was wrong to let you go. He will never make that mistake again.”
Boyd had a black eye when I saw him.
“You punched him?”
Lachlan arched a brow as if to sayhow dare I question his methods?
“You can be such an ass.” I turned to stalk out of his bedroom, but he grabbed my arms and hauled me back against him. I resisted, growing wet as he kissed a trail down my neck. Still, I tried to get away, even though my breath was racing.
He took off his belt like he was undressing, but instead, he used it to tie my hands behind my back.
“What are you doing?” I asked nervous but also burning with desire.
“I’m reminding you of who’s in charge around here.” He cut my clothes from my body then bent me over the arm of a chair, face down, and forced my legs apart. “Don’t move or I’ll hogtie you,” he warned.
I did not want to be bound like a hog, so I stayed put while he stripped. Despite being embarrassed at this exposed, vulnerable position, I grew even more aroused. What was he doing to me?
Lachlan kissed a path from my neck to my lower back and fingered me while fisting my long braid until I was sopping to the point that you could hear it.
I moaned and squirmed as my sensitive nipples rubbed against the fabric of the chair. As soon as I’d get close to coming, Lachlan would stop.
