Page 73 of Princess of Pride
I stand and face him. “Why are you telling me this?”
He sets the brush on the counter and stares down at me. “The sight of you on the cliff…” Emotions spark in his eyes but are gone with a blink. His cheeks hollow as he maintains his composure. Eyes narrowed, he inches closer until I’m backed against the counter and he’s towering over me. “What do I need to do to keep you from testing me like that again?”
I grip the counter to stop myself from falling back onto the cold marble. “I wasn’t testing you.”
“But you did test me. In the worst way possible.”
“I was upset. I’m not suicidal. I swear.” My chest heaves with my heavy breathing and my robe parts.
He glances at my cleavage, right under his nose with theway my back is arched. “I could have you evaluated?” He slides a finger down my cheek, his scotch breath fanning my nose.
“You can’t trust doctors. Besides, you could pay one to diagnose me however you please.”
He slides that finger down my neck. “Would you prefer I tie you up until I know I can trust you?”
“No. I’m already a prisoner.” My voice is a whisper, and my body trembles with fear and heat, as much as I want to deny it.
“Prisoners don’t get free rein of the castle and the land.” He takes my hips and sets me on the counter, wedging between my legs. “A prisoner like you should be tied to my bed. I bet I could fuck you into submission.”
“You’d bet wrong.” I lift my chin, fighting against my hate and my lust for him. His lips are so close.
He yanks me against his hard cock. “There’s really only one way to know.” He sweeps my damp hair behind my back and kisses my neck.
“Don’t,” I murmur weakly.
“Don’t kiss you?” he whispers across my lips, tempting me in the worst way.
“Yes.”
“I think you want me to.” His mouth tips with a tiny smirk at the corner. “I think you’re wet for me. You want my cock inside you, fucking you until you pass out from multiple orgasms while you scream my name so loudly, they’ll hear you at the fucking distillery.”
“I don’t want that,” I say, even as my core floods.
“No?” He quirks a brow, his hands still on my waist as he looks down. “Then why are you writhing against my dick?”
I stare down at myself. My robe has parted, and my bare, hairless crotch is soaking the front of his pants. My weight is on my hands, my chest thrust forward as I was, indeed, grinding against him.
I suck in a disgraced breath and reach up to close my robe.
Lachlan catches my wrist and pins my hand to the counter. He does the same with my other hand, securing it down too. “Don’t stop now. I was enjoying watching you get off.”
“I wasn’t getting off,” I snap.
“You forget, I like when you play coy. It turns me on.” His accent grows thick again. “What should we do before we’re expected to dinner? Shall I eat your delicious cunt? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
My body heats more. “The second you let go of my hands, I’m going to escape,” I warn him.
“The fact that you aren’t trying to escape now says otherwise.”
Why am I not trying? Because I like this too? I pull at my wrists where he has them secured. “This isn’t working in your favor.”
“You’re right this isn’t working.” He pulls me to my feet and spins me around so I’m facing the mirror. My robe slips down my shoulder on one side, revealing my right breast.
“Look at your nipple hard for me.” He secures my hands behind my back and holds them in one hand. He bends to my ear, his breath heating the shell. “Your mouth says one thing, but your body says something entirely different. Look at you with your flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. Those golden eyes want more. This golden skin wants more.” I shiver when he runs his hand across my collarbone and down to my generous breast. He brushes a finger over my beaded nipple. “This wants more.”
My lips grow tingly and numb with my racing breath. He knows exactly how to turn me on.
“Tell me you don’t want my cock inside you.” He bends me forward and lifts my robe so my ass presses against his hard erection. “I can feel you soaking me through my pants. You likethis, Emery. You like it when I own you.” He rubs his dick against my slit.
