Page 37 of Princess of Pride
The corner of his mouth pinches with what might be a smirk. He stops and takes off his suit jacket, placing it on the couch behind him. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
“Does the easy way involve you leaving until tomorrow?”
“No.” He raises his chin, staring down at me from across the table, his height and commanding presence making me feel small and vulnerable.
“You told me I could have one night. You lied.”
“Just like you lied when you said you’d be a loving spouse in public.” His English accent sounds stronger.
He shifts his weight, and I shuffle two steps to the side. I’m so close to the bedroom. He’d have to leap over the table to catch me.
He rolls up his sleeves. “Easy or hard way?”
“I’ll scream.” I threaten.
“I hope you do.” A gleam sparks in his eyes.
Oh god. He likes this. The predator behavior and the chase. He wants me to run. Who did I marry?
“If you hurt me, my dad will break the contracts. He doesn’t tolerate abuse.” Not physical harm anyway. Emotional abuse, he’s fine with.
“I wouldn’t dream of hurting a single inch of that delectable body.”
That’s good. But why does he look like he wants to attack me? My heart beats against my ribs. I glance at the open bedroom door and run for it.
I don’t even get three steps before Lachlan grabs my waist and lifts me off my bare feet. He hauls me against him, my back to his hard chest, and covers my mouth, muffling my scream.
I kick and writhe, trying to escape, but he’s too strong. His hand on my mouth tightens. I bite it hard. He doesn’t even flinch. No. He laughs, a dark sound that sends shivers and tingles throughout my body.
His breath warms my ear. “I can make you shiver in other ways.”
I freeze and notice his erection prodding my lower back.
This is turning him on? Lucky me, I married a psychopath.
“No more fight in you?” he purrs, and his huge hand on my tummy pulls me closer.
To my shock, wetness floods my thong, and my breathing turns shallow.
He gives a deep chuckle. “I think you like this.”
No way. I don’t like this. His big hands holding me possessively, his rainstorm oaky scent swirling my nose, his hot breath on my ear, and his huge cock at my back do nothing for me. Nothing.
“Are you wet?” he murmurs, and my core pulses. “I bet you are.”
Slowly, he lowers me to my feet, but keeps me tightly against him, his hand still over my mouth. “I had things planned differently for us tonight.” His nose skims my neck as he uses it to brush my hair behind my shoulder. He kisses my hot skin under my ear then nips at my lobe, holding it gently in his teeth.
Tingles erupt throughout my body. Out of all the kissingsessions I’ve had—and I’ve had a lot—no one has ever had me this hot.
“Your breasts look incredible, rising and falling with your quick breaths. I want to fuck them.”
Air catches in my lungs, and my core tightens. That’s one I didn’t learn about in boarding school. I almost ask himhow, but he’d have to move his hand for me to speak, and I don’t want him to think I’m interested.
Since biting is getting me nowhere and struggling turns him on, I realize that leaves only one means of escape.
I lick the palm of his hand as if I’m sampling icing from my favorite cake.
He groans and rubs his cock against my butt and lower back.
