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The beautiful woman didn’t answer at first, her heart beating even more rapidly. Then she wrapped her fingers around my hand. I thought to try to pull it away, but she guided my fingers, opening her legs wider, encouraging me to slide my fingers into her tight channel. When I did, she rested her head on my shoulder, taking several shallow breaths.

“Um… I don’t…”

She was breathless, which matched the hard strike of my heart, my cock aching to the point I thought for certain I was going to go mad. I drove my fingers as deep inside as the position would allow, marveling at how wet she was, how much it was obvious she desired my actions.

Her body was shaking even more, her breath skipping as I rolled my thumb around her clit then pinched it. The sharp cry she issued didn’t disturb the room, but I felt the warm flush building on her cheeks. Her eyes remained closed, her mouth twisting. She bucked hard against me as I plunged hard and fast and within seconds, I sensed she was ready to come.

“Come for me, Lark. But wait until my command.”

“No, I… This is crazy. I can’t.”

“I said wait. Do not disobey me.” I continued finger fucking her until I knew her control was slipping. “Good girl. Come for me. Come.”

Her body sagged against me as she obeyed my command, biting back an orgasm as she wiggled in my hold. When she finally started to come down from the high, I eased my hand from between her legs.

“Very good girl.”

She stiffened only seconds later, pulling away from me completely. When she turned to face me, I couldn’t gather a read in her eyes. “I can’t. I just…” Then she slapped me across the face.

Before I had a chance to respond, she fled the room.

But a McKenzie never forgot and never forgave. I couldn’t help but grin wickedly at the thought.

CHAPTER7

Lark

Humiliation.

The word continued to slam into every synapse in my brain, the little voice inside my head laughing at me.

While I’d never admit it to anyone else, Lachlan McKenzie had managed to make a fool of me. The only saving grace was that no one had seen what were without a doubt the most embarrassing moments of my life. While the spanking was bad enough, the fact I’d fallen into an abyss of insanity by allowing him to touch me intimately should have given me nightmares.

But it hadn’t.

Then there was the fact I’d dropped to my knees without hesitation. I should be appalled.

But I wasn’t.

No, I remained titillated, my body aching for more of what he had to offer.

What did that make me?

I’d always been a good girl. Straight A’s because it was required, singing in the choir, piano lessons. Cheerleader. Honor Society. I’d never had a choice about my career. My father had told me I would become an attorney, following in his footsteps. I’d always known he’d wanted a son. I was a distant second, forgiven for my sex yet pushed to the brink more than once. So why would I ever consider allowing a man to command me to do anything?

I had no answer.

“I am going through with the auction, Mother. I’m standing right here.” In a way too revealing dress. I must have been out of my mind for agreeing to be a participant in the first place. I paced the partial conference room we’d been provided, glaring at Jackie’s evil grin. While she’d agreed to come with me as moral support, so far, all she was doing was making things worse.

My ex had been none too happy as well. I rolled my eyes, just eager to get this over with. While I’d be forced to go to dinner with the winner, pretending like I was enjoying myself, at least it was a small fraction of time.

“Don’t use that tone with me. This is important to your father,” my mother hissed.

My father, who just happened to be the MC for the evening. I was certain he’d chatted me up with some of his old cronies, ensuring there were at least three or four eligible bachelors eager and waiting to place a bid. “He wants to marry me off. That’s what this is about.” I greedily accepted the glass of champagne Jackie was offering. I needed something to calm my nerves. This was the next step in my father’s plan. I’d marry the ‘right’ powerful man, then become his shadow as he moved up the ladder in politics. I was disgusted at the thought.

“And what’s wrong with that?” Mother retorted. “You aren’t getting any younger, you know.”

“I’m twenty-five, Mother. I don’t think that entitles you to start worrying about buying me a place in a retirement community.”

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