Page 43 of Vengeful King

One large hand slides between my legs, teasing my clit with pressure that goes hard and the abates, over and over.

“I knew you would still be wet for me,” he rasps, the words barely audible. His fingers keep working, his jaw clenching tight, and my legs wobble.

He’s pushing me, working me up. Edging me. I can feel an orgasm building low in my belly, just out of reach. All he has to do is go a little further.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I’m so close to begging him. I’m desperate for just a little more friction. I know I'm wet through my panties, my heart racing and my entire body tuned to him. I’ve been through so much shit in the past twenty-four hours that my body is desperate for something good.

And this? This feels so fucking good.

Until it stops.

“Goddammit.”

With a grunted curse, Lachlan wrenches his hands away from me, leaving me quivering and weak. He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, making the world spin around me, and I’m so disoriented by the sudden change that I barely even realize what’s happening until we’re back in the basement room again.

He sets me down in the chair and starts tying me up once more. It enters my mind to run, but I don’t entertain the thought. I can’t outrun him, and I don’t even know if the door is unlocked. If he has guards outside.

My clit is still throbbing, the wetness of my panties making them stick to my skin. I’m right on the edge, painfully aroused, my pulse pounding.

Lachlan stands over me when he’s done, his face hard.

His cock is hard too.

I can see the bulge in his pants. The evidence that I'm not the only one who was affected.

“I’ll give you time to think about what your answers will be,” he says, his tone clipped and business-like, as if he doesn't still have my arousal on his fingers. “Then we’ll continue our conversation.”

And then he leaves.

I’m blindsided. I can’t think straight. My brain is a muddled mess of need and disappointment, fear and desire. I’m terrified of him, repulsed by this kidnapping—but still, some part of me is drawn to him.

I must be fucked in the head. There must be something wrong with me. Because even through everything, even though I should be focused on how much danger I'm in, I still wanted it.

I wanted him.

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CHAPTER16

Lachlan

Fuck. I have to get away from her.

There are no other thoughts in my mind as I stride out of the basement, leaving her with a vague threat that I know I can’t follow through on.

I was ready to do what I needed to when I went down into that basement. I knew what my job was, what was on the line. I had reminded myself that my family was in danger. That she was my only lead. I couldn’t call my brothers with nothing to show.

Now I don’t have a choice.

I curse, my voice rough, and get as far away from the basement as I can. I retreat to my bedroom, still on edge, still too fucking turned on.

All I can think about was how she felt under my hands. How every inch of her skin was like velvet, how her breathing was so unsteady I thought she might fall to her knees.

I’m desperate to come. I feel like I might burst, fire running through my veins. All I want is to let go.

But I don’t allow it.

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