Page 129 of Princess of Pride
I’m on the second book and things are getting super spicy. My core twitches, and I’m thankful Lachlan isn’t around. It’s like he has a sixth sense when it comes to my hoo-ha.
To prove his sense is next level, he walks into the bathroom.
I set my phone face-down on the small table.
His aqua eyes narrow as he strolls toward me. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” I say as innocently as I can.
In place of his usual business suit, he wears beige chinos, a white button-down shirt, and a navy linen blazer that hasBritish aristocrat on a yacht in the south of France vibes. The outfit fits him perfectly, as do all his clothes, like the fibers are tailored to accommodate his exact size. I always loved the old money style, but Lachlan makes it sexy in a way only a man can. His ever-present scruff enhances his sharp jawline and defined cheekbones.
“Emery. If you keep fucking me with your eyes, I’m going to climb in that tub with my clothes on and make you remove them with your teeth.”
I almost saydon’t make promises you can’t keep. Taunting him only leads to sex, and I’m enjoying this bath—or I was.
He picks up my phone.
“No!” I reach for it, but he steps away.
He types in the code—our contractual marriage date he set—and reads the screen. After a while of showing nothing other than a bored expression, his eyes find mine.
“Is this what you want, Emery? Do you want me to get a throne so you can sit upon it while I make you come on my face?”
“It wasn’t, but now…” I touch my tongue to the outer edge of my top lip.
His nostrils flare. “Not until you’ve eaten and had at least one glass of water.”
“So bossy.” I recline against the tub and fold my arms under the warm lavender scented water.
“Shoving those pretty tits to the surface won’t get me to concede. You’re playing with fire, Emery.”
I didn’t mean to push my breasts up. It’s a result of crossing my arms.
He sets my phone on the counter out of my reach.
My mouth falls open in shock.
“No one takes care of you but me. Now close that mouth before I use it.”
I make a gasp and gape even wider.
He walks over, touches my chin with his finger, and pushes my lips together. “Good girl. I’ll send Lorna up with some food. I have to meet with Wes about Tessa. Eat. If you do, I’ll reward you when I get back.”
“Wait. What about Tessa?”
No one has talked about her since he kicked her out of the castle.
“He wants me to give her her job back. Otherwise, he’ll feel obligated to bring her to America, and since I won’t offer her a job there, he’ll have to babysit her until she figures something out on her own. She will. She’s obviously cunning and resourceful.”
“Why can’t she stay in town and get a different job?”
“There’s nothing around here that I—Rory doesn’t own. He won’t hire her out of loyalty to me. She’d have to find a place to stay or return home. It's the last place she needs to be. Their father is heinous, and their mother is self-serving.”
“So a normal elite family then.” They’re all deranged in similar ways.
“A bit worse than normal.”
What does that mean? Instead of asking, I say, “Do you want her to come to America with us?”
