Page 26 of Vengeful King

I can smell my own arousal. I pant around the fabric, trying to hold myself up. But he closes his hands around my wrists, pinning my arms behind my back. It forces me to bend over, my breasts crushed against the table as he drives into me.

I’m terrified by the way he feels, big and powerful, locking me into place. But I’m also more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.

It’s everything about this that makes me shake. Lachlan is big, taller and broader than any man I’ve been with. He’s so strong that I can’t move when he holds me in place.

He drives into me faster. I can hear the sound of our skin slapping, hear how wet I am as he plunges in and out. I can feel every pulse of his cock and I know I’ll feel it when he comes inside me. I want him to, want him so badly that I can’t understand it.

I slide my legs apart farther, trying to take him deeper. One of his hands is on my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh so hard I know it’ll leave a bruise.

He slaps my ass again and I moan. “Please. More…”

The feeling of his hand against my skin and his cock inside me are too much. I push back against him, trying to get him closer to me. I want all of him. I want him to fill me up entirely, even if it’s painful. Even if it’s too much.

His cock is hard as steel inside me. It’s so good when it forces me open for him, pressing against my walls. I can feel every inch of him as he fucks me.

“You like that, don’t you?” he rasps, satisfaction in his voice. “I knew you would. Now come for me, Katrina.”

Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he tugs on it, forcing my back to arch. His other hand reaches around and toys with my nipple, pulling and rolling it as he fucks me. He’s not careful or gentle. He grabs me like I’m his… and my body responds as if somehow, that’s true.

He slams into me, into some deep part of me that makes me scream around the fabric filling my mouth. And just as he does, I come hard.

White light blinds me. My eyes roll up as I clench around him—

And then I wake up with a start, panting heavily.

My clit is still throbbing. The dream might’ve been all in my mind, but the orgasm was real. I can still feel the echoes of it shuddering through my body. I’m sweaty, the sheets plastered to my skin. I can’t even think for a moment, the remnants of the dream keeping me dizzy and blind to the world.

Jesus. What the fuck, Katrina?

I shake my head, heat rising in my cheeks. I can’t believe I had a sex dream about the man I’m planning to kill. What is wrong with me?

The thought makes my gut twist. It invades the pleasant buzz of the orgasm, bringing me right back down to earth. I shut my eyes and squeeze them tight. I don’t want to get out of bed, but I drag my sorry ass out anyway. I got home from the club later than usual last night, after my encounter with Lachlan in the dressing room, and it took me a long time to fall asleep. But I can’t sleep in—I have a lot to do today.

I shower and try to forget about the dream, although flashes of it keep invading my mind.

I’m meeting my mother today. I want to see her as often as possible these days, and the ultimatum from Mr. V only makes me want to see her even more. I have to see her before there’s no time, just in case.

Just in case I fail.

The drive over to her facility is quick, and as I leave my car and head up the walkway, the gardens in front of the building seem to mock me with their bright flowers. They feel too cheery for my mood.

I go to my mother’s room, and I know the second I step inside that it’s a bad day.

“Hey, Mom,” I murmur, coming to stand beside her bed.

She doesn’t recognize me. Not fully. She smiles and greets me, but I’m just another nurse to her.

“It’s a nice day outside,” I tell her, settling down in my usual chair. “It reminds me of that time you took me to the park to fly kites. There’s hardly a single cloud in the sky, just like that day.”

She nods vaguely. I try to bring up other memories, times we spent together—but she can’t remember them. She’s lost them. It’s bad, but I try to make the most of it. She’s out of it, but she’s still here. Still alive.

That’s all I can ask for right now.

As much as I want to be in the moment with her, I can’t stop thinking about what I have to do. I’m running out of time to carry out my mission. I’m halfway through the two week trial I was given at the club. I’m almost a quarter of the way through my allotted time in which to carry out my task for Mr. V.

It’s all slipping away so fast.

And what’s worse, it’s getting more complicated by the day. I could’ve sworn Lachlan almost kissed me last night—which would’ve been a good thing, since my hope in becoming a dancer was to have the chance to seduce him.

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