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“And why would you care?”

“Maybe because I’m not a psychopath. I wouldn’t want to see anyone murdered in front of me.”

“Do you really want to lie to me right now, A mhuirnín? The next lie that comes out of your mouth is going to cost you something,” he threatens. “And before you open your mouth … know I’m not in a very forgiving mood tonight.”

“What delusion do you want me to pacify, and I’ll just say that,” I respond defiantly. I don’t know why seeing him defenseless was so triggering, so how can I tell him what I don’t know?

He growls once more before charging at me. In an instant, my chair is tilted back to a similar position I just witnessed. He slides my ass to the edge. He pulls at my sweatpants, and I immediately try to stop him. I’m no match for his strength, though. My sweatpants and panties are stripped from my body with minimal effort.My time is up. I know he is just seconds from stealing my virginity, and I’m petrified.

“Please don’t,” I squeal. “You promised.”

“I’m not going to fuck you—not yet,” he answers, cryptically. “But you will pay for lying to me.”

Crouching before me, he lifts my legs over his shoulders before I can even blink. Holy hell, he’s strong and agile. With my sweatpants and panties gone, my bare pussy is lined up with his face. I fall back against the chair, bracing for him to take me into his mouth, but there is a pause. Why aren’t I putting up more of a fight? I close my eyes, but he isn’t having that. He commands me to open them.

“You’re going to watch every second of me devouring this sweet pussy. I want you to see how greedy my tongue has been waiting for this very moment.”

“You can’t do this.” I don’t even know what the hell I’m saying. He didn’t ask me a question. He was giving me an order he intended for me to follow. He confirms my thoughts with a chuckle. My permission is not needed because I’m at his mercy.

The first lick to my clit has me buckling before he even gets into it. The sensation isn’t like anything I’ve ever felt. I wasn’t ready. He tightens his grip on my thighs, and this time, he latches onto my nub.

“Ahhhh,” I cry out. He begins a skillful tempo of licks and nibbles. The tremor of my legs is uncontrollable. I can’t reach his long caveman-like hair, but I need something to hold. I’m coming undone within his grasp. He swirls his tongue around my clit once more before he explores my depths. Every plunge of his wicked tongue inside me makes it impossible to focus. His back flexes beneath my calves as he pushes his tongue farther inside. I know this isn’t right, yet I can no longer hold on. My head falls back while my body writhes from his oral assault. His mouth is insanely talented, and all I can do is ride the wave of my first orgasm as he rips it from me.

“Lennon … oh God!” I moan his name like a woman possessed, but he doesn’t stop. He sucks every last drop until a second orgasm rolls into the first one. Euphoria takes over, and I feel like I’m falling. It’s all too much. Suddenly, something wet drizzles down my folds. It’s his damn saliva. Did he just spit on me? The dirtiness of it revs up the dissipating ache—snowballing into a sensation that can’t easily be put into words. He sucks my spit drenched pussy with fervor, and stars explode behind my eyes when yet another orgasm chases down the first two. I knew he was dangerous, and this proves it. I shouldn’t be enjoying any of this, but my body has a mind of its own.

“I’m growing to like my pussy just like this,” he professes.

“Oh yeah. And how’s that?” I ask breathily.

“Virginal. I like that no other man has had the pleasure of tasting this sweet pussy.”

He eases my legs down, but I swear I can’t move. I just had three amazingly perfect orgasms. I’ve gotten myself off before by experimenting with my fingers, but what he just accomplished doesn’t even compare. That was another level of coming that I’ve been missing out on until now. This man will totally wreck me.

“So what lessons have we learned?” he asks like he didn’t just have my pussy in his mouth. Like he didn’t just shatter my world with his tongue. I shake my head as to clear it. Surely, he doesn’t expect me to form a coherent thought after that. I’m an abyss of emotions, and I don’t trust myself to speak. “Guess you’re too euphoric to talk. Next time, it will be my cock. You won’t have words then either.”

And just like that, my vagina aches for another go. I’d be lying if I said my curiosity wasn’t piqued. What would sex with him be like? His masculinity is spell-binding, and I don’t doubt he has many more tricks in his arsenal. I stare at his lips with a newfound appreciation.

“Keep staring at me like that, A mhuirnín, and you’re going to get another taste of my cock.”

“That doesn’t scare me,” I reply brazenly, surprising even myself. Not Lennon, though. A glimmer of amusement sparkles in his eyes. Gone is the anger I saw before. Only lust remains.

“Tasting your cunt was something I could no longer stave off. I’ve thought about it nearly every day. Don’t tempt me with the pleasure of having you suck my cock again unless you’re ready for me to call your bluff. It’s only a matter of time, little bird. Your body will crave me until that sweet pussy of yours gives in. You can keep fighting it, or you can acknowledge the inevitable.” He gets off his knees and takes a step back. “You’re going to beg me to fuck you, and when you do, I’ll be waiting to oblige.”

I note his warning. It’s full of confidence and depravity. I don’t want anything from him … okay, maybe that tongue again. That’s the farthest I can let things get. My loyalty still belongs with my family; therefore, my virginity doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to the man they wish for me to wed.

“I won’t ruin tonight’s endeavors, but come tomorrow, you and I are going to talk and I will expect the truth,” he says ominously. “Tonight, you have cost someone their job and should not be taken lightly.”

His ability to revert to seriousness cuts through my orgasmic fog. I forgot all about him instructing Oisín to fire whoever was responsible for letting me wander down here. Who did I cause to lose their job? Ugh, the euphoria is replaced by regret. I’m starting to learn that someone always pays. My insubordination has not been free— the debt has just been passed on to another undeserving soul. How is the house staff going to treat me now? I was just starting to gain their trust. Now, Fiona won’t be the only one who hates me.

“I apologize, Lennon,” I try. “Please don’t fire anyone on my behalf. I promise not to make any more trouble. Dinner finished …”

He doesn’t let me finish my explanation.

“Too late,” he says, leaving me in the chair, naked from the waist down.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Lennon

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