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I tell myself it’s the cool air that makes my nipples hard, but some part of me knows the truth. I’m turned on, more than I’ve been in such a long fucking time.

He doesn’t give me time to breathe. He just turns me over, sitting on the bed and pulling me onto his lap. A thousand thoughts rush through my head in that one moment—that he’ll make me suck him off, give me the cock I’ve been dreaming about for days. I imagine what it will feel like, how he’ll push my head down until it hits the back of my throat.

But that’s not what happens.

He spanks me, hard, and I cry out in surprise. My mind goes blank. I can feel the sting, the slap punctuating the pleasure that’s been building in me. I barely have time to process what’s happening before he does it again, his rough hand coming down on my ass.

I realize I’m getting wetter. I’m enjoying this.

I can’t help the rush of humiliation I feel.Am I really going to enjoy this?

After all that’s happened, how could I? How could I pretend he hasn’t kidnapped me, tied me up, treated me like his prisoner?

How could I ignore all that just because I want him?

His hand slides over my ass this time, not rising to spank me again. He slips his fingers over my pussy, not delving them inside, and that simple slide makes my entire body shake. I can hear the whine that leaves my lips, broken and needy. I feel like my brain isn’t working anymore; there’s no logic running through my head. I’m just letting this feeling drive me, need taking over.

He pushes. He flicks at my clit and it sends a fresh rush through me. I gasp, but it doesn’t finish—it just hits me, powerful, and then it recedes just as quickly. I moan and try to push back against his hand.

He’s pushing me toward orgasm again, but he’s not letting me have it.

I can barely make out the words when he speaks. “Tell me what I want to know,” he says, his voice low and dark. “Give me what I want, and I’ll let you come.”

I can’t open my mouth. But then he’s touching me again, giving me a taste, and pulling away.

“Tell me,” he says, a command. His hand is gone again.

I know what he’s doing. He’s pushing me. He’s messing with my head, getting me lost in this pleasure and torture. I can’t even focus anymore. My control is gone, lost somewhere between the hallway and his bed.

He touches me again, his finger sliding up to my hole, just barely touching. My body screams.

“Tell me what I want to know.”

“I don’t know!” I feel my body tense, every muscle coiling. Lachlan’s hand is gone again. “I don’t know, I swear. It’s some man! Mr. V. He told me to kill you—”

“Why?”

“To clear a debt,” I say, the words coming out so fast it’s almost like babbling. I feel like I’m heaving everything out, giving up what was poisoning me in the first place. “That’s all I know!”

He doesn’t say anything. He just plunges his fingers deep inside me, clean and hard, no warning.

And I finally come, wave after wave hitting me as I scream in pleasure, the orgasm hitting me like I’ve never felt it before in my life. Every part of me is on fire. I’m blinded, and nothing but this pleasure makes any sense. I can feel him with every wave, every jerk of my body as my muscles contract around him.

It hits in sharp pulses like an ocean crashing over me, and after what feels like forever, it finally ends.

I collapse on his lap, all the strength gone from my body, and I know it’s over.

CHAPTER18

Lachlan

I’m fucked. I know it when I hear myself, breathing hard, adrenaline and desire coursing through my veins. I’m barely mastering myself.

Her scent, the feel of her coming apart the way she did, the sound of her screams—it all turned me on so fucking much.

In this moment, I’m glad she’s too out of it to notice. I’m glad she can’t see how much I’m affected. I shouldn’t be struggling like this; I shouldn’t be as close to the edge as she is.

I shouldn’t be ready to say,fuck it. I want her now.

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