Page 60 of Princess of Pride
I can’t believe I just witnessed him come. I can’t believe he fucked my breasts—with my help! And gave me an orgasm. Arealorgasm, not that amateur-hour climax I tried to conjure with my clit. That was a salamander compared to the dragon Lachlan unleashed in me.
Lachlan runs his finger through the cum on my neck, smearing it across my breasts and sensitive nipples. “I marked you.”
“Like a werewolf.”
His brow arches in question.
“In romance novels, werewolves mark their fated mates. It’s ritualistic and makes the mating official.” I roll my eyes. Why am I explaining this to him?
He takes my hands in his and secures my wrists above my head for a third time.
My pulse jumps and my sex twitches, liking his behavior in a way it shouldn’t.
Securing my wrists in one hand, he runs his finger down my cleavage and abdomen until it reaches my embarrassingly wet core. “You’ll officially be marked when I come inside you after fucking your tight pussy so hard, you’ll feel me for days.”
As a virgin the part about fucking me hard has me clenching my thighs tighter. He would. He fucked and sucked my boobs so hard they’re sore. Not in a bad way, but they still hurt.
“That will never happen.” I glare. “I never signed anything that stated you could fuck me hard or to the point of days of pain. If I allow you to enter my body with that beast between your legs, it will be on my terms, in the way I want it done and only to create a baby, per our agreement. Being a virgin and all, I bet I’ll be easy to impregnate. A one time thing. Then we can get back to the original agreement, where we play the part in public but otherwise keep our hands to ourselves. After a while, no one will even care if we stop acting like we’re in love. All married couples eventually hate each other.”
Anger pulses from his eyes like my words are a betrayal. His mouth twitches. “Sometimes they do worse.”
“What could be worse than hating the person you have to live with forever?”
“Loving them.” He releases his hold on me and gets off the bed before I can exhale.
Grabbing his clothes from the floor, he strides to a door across the large room, his taut ass and sculpted body on display. His shoulders are back with a confidence only seen in someone who’s one hundred percent comfortable in his own skin.
It makes me jealous, but only until his response replays in my head.
Loving them.Loving a person you have to live with forever is worse than hating them.
Who the hell says that?
Mom would agree with it, but what could make Lachlan say something so despairing? Did he love someone before? Does he still? One thing is clear, something bad happened thatmade him think this way—something so awful he thinks loving someone is cruel.
And now I want to know what that something is.
I slam a hand on the mattress and hold in a scream, angry with myself. Lachlan doesn’t deserve my sympathy. He doesn’t deserve my body either, but I can’t deny what he did to me has my head messed up.
14
IT’S ONLY LUST
I sit up on the bed and stare at the door Lachlan walked through. It’s closed and water sounds from inside. A bathroom.
I need to wash off Lachlan’s Scottish—no, English—no, English and Scottish cum from my body. It’s drying and feels sticky on my neck. I don’t want a reminder of anything pleasurable with him.
I can’t believe he just left me here.
The water in the bathroom turns off.
I climb from the bed, snatch my clothes, and sloppily pull on my dress. I’m in a historically designed bedroom. Regal with its rich red and gold fabrics and wood furniture. This is how I pictured Scotland. The room is big with a view of the sprawling sea. I walk to the windows and stare at the blue ripples. Calm isn’t how I’d describe the choppy ocean.
Below a narrow path of lawn, similar to a hole on a golf course, follows the cliffs to an even thinner strip of land. Grass and rock fight for ownership down the cliffs edge. Waves crash into the coastline with white splashes that spray in different directions. So many rocks.
I can’t see much else, like what’s to the right or left. If I really want to get a lay of the land, I should go to the roof and try to see from one of the turrets.
That will have to wait until I find my bedroom, shower, change, and then figure out how to get to the kitchen. My stomach grumbles with hunger. When was the last time I ate? The hotel? That was eleven or so hours ago. No wonder I’m starving.
