Page 40 of Required Surrender

He reminded me of someone preparing for a feast, his expression more predatory than before. As he leaned over, another wave of humiliation tore through me. I reacted, covering my face with my hand only to feel a sharp twinge as he smacked my pussy.

“What did I tell you?”

“Not to cover myself.” I slid my hand away, fisting both as he nodded his approval. Another little hint of glee that I’d pleased him drifted into my system.

“Good girl.”

My stomach fluttered from his words but when he dragged his tongue down the length of my pussy, a knot formed. I wasn’t supposed to enjoy this or him. I couldn’t. I hated him.

Liar. You’ve hungered for him from the first time you laid eyes on him.

My deceitful little voice wasn’t easing the pain of the shame I felt for falling into his trap. I was forced to watch as he feasted, taking his time to swirl his tongue around my clit, sucking on it until it was swollen, aching like the rest of my body.

Panting, I couldn’t swallow, struggling to keep my legs wide open. But with every swipe of his tongue, every heated breath cascading down my wetness, I was pushed into another moment of pure euphoria. When I tried to close my legs, he wrapped his arms around my thighs, spreading me so wide my knees touched the pool table. “Keep them exactly like this.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

Good girl. Who would have ever known the two words would hold such meaning, a longing to be just that. I was crazy, completely out of my mind. As his actions became even more forceful, I bucked up from the table, gasping for air. The sensations were unlike anything I’d ever experienced. No man had taken his time to know exactly what pleased me. It was as if we’d known each other for years instead of a couple of days.

I chewed on my inner lip, tossing my head from side to side. Goosebumps were floating down my arms, shifting to my legs. When I felt my toes curl, I sensed an oncoming orgasm.

“Oh. Oh… My God. Yes. Yes.” As the climax jetted into my system, he buried his head into my wetness, taking me to an even higher plane.

He didn’t stop, sucking on my tender nub until I issued another moan. When he finally lifted his head, I turned mine to the side, dragging in ragged breaths, licking across my parched lips. I eased my arms over my head, scattering the remaining balls. When I heard several of them dropping into the various pockets, I couldn’t keep from laughing.

The way he rose to his full height made him seem larger than life. I’d studied him before, marveling in his exquisite looks, but seeing him in this light brought an entirely new definition to his masculine form. He was gorgeous. There was no other adequate word to describe him. It didn’t matter he was older. To this day I couldn’t stand dating anyone remotely close to my age. They were nothing but lab rats of testosterone, trying to prove themselves in the big, bad world.

Lachlan’s confidence was something else entirely.

I remained where I was, uncertain what he’d do. After he retrieved his drink, he headed across the room, taking a seat in one of the plush leather chairs, I struggled to move onto my elbows.

He was at least twenty feet away, taking his time settling in, studying me intently as he took a sip of his scotch. Then he beckoned me with a single finger, saying nothing.

My entire body trembling, I eased off the table, my legs shakier than before. The fact he remained fully clothed while I was completely naked added to his dominance. My legs were stiff as I walked in his direction, every step methodical. He seemed to be looking at me through the amber liquid, his eyes so narrow I could no longer bask in the beauty of his golden-rimmed pupils.

Before I made it ten feet, he threw up his hand, instantly stopping me.

Then he used a single word as a command, and it was the most terrifying of all.

“Crawl.”

I wanted to protest, ignore his demand, but a part of me continued to desire to obey him. Without my mind’s full approval, I dropped to my knees, slowly lowering my hands to the floor. I kept my eyes locked on his as I slowly advanced, and it was as if the man would walk through fire to get to me. The look was unnerving, creating myriad feelings and vibrations.

The closer I came, the more his chest heaved. He took sip after sip and when I was only three feet away, he slammed the thick tumbler on the table next to him. I’d never done anything like this, exposing not just my body to a man but the inner darkness as well. I should feel appalled for being made to crawl to him, but I was far too enthralled with the entire experience. This was something I hadn’t expected.

Lachlan kept his legs spread wide open. The moment I crawled between them he placed his palm on the top of my head, stroking gently. I couldn’t seem to stop shaking, but the longing to touch him was overwhelming. My mind continued to churn with wondering why I was drawn to him, but it was too little, too late to try to figure it out.

He gently eased my face to the inside of his leg, lifting my chin with a single finger. I’d never seen such extreme lust in any man’s eyes and I’d been privy to several who’d tried to use their power to get me into bed. This was entirely different, his level of control and influence as unexpected as the man.

The way he had one elbow placed on the armrest, rubbing his fingers back and forth across his lips was just as salacious. He was watching my reaction, waiting to see what I’d do. After taking a deep breath, I rolled my hands along the inside of his calves, his muscles rippling under my fingertips. I slowly slid them up to his knee and he removed the finger from my chin, fisting his hand.

Still watching me.

His eyes dripped with desire. The man oozed sex, dirty and kinky. As well as danger. Was it possible hidden beneath his tailored suits and Gucci crocodile loafers there was a man capable of murder? My throat started to close, my mind a mire of ugly thoughts.

It was difficult not to ogle him, even as I reminded myself I’d sworn off men. But Lachlan was far removed from Michael in every way. Heat continued to rise on my cheeks, the intensity of his gaze spiraling me out of control. I shouldn’t want this or him, but the thought of him shoving me into a wall, driving his thick cock inside my pussy was an unforgettable aphrodisiac.

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