He pauses for half a second, keeping a death grip on my hips when I try to pull away. When I don’t say anything else, his hips draw back and he slams the entire thick length of him inside me.
Oh, he’s too big. It hurts. It hurts so much and… His pelvis is hammering against my ass and I collapse onto my chest, my shaky arms not holding me up any longer.
“Lach- La-aaaah!”
My pleas dissolve into a scream as he pinches my clit viciously and I feel my orgasm taking me over. It’s so sharp and painfully intense that I try to crawl away from him as I come, hearing the wet squelch of his cock slamming in and out of me. I only make it a couple of inches before he drags me back and onto his shaft again.
“Try to get away from me again and I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week,” he snarls in my ear. There’s a sound like tearing paper and I realize he’s ripped my dress in half, dragging it down my arms and pinning them to my sides as he cups my breasts, greedily squeezing them and using them to rock me back and forth on his cock. I can’t do anything but take it. There is the strangest feeling of freedom, knowing that.
The cold stone floor feels good against my blazing hot face, contrasting sharply with the searing burn of my ass as he slaps it, once on each side and then again, harder. There’s nowhere to go, no way to escape him. Only his pounding dick insideme, stretching me wide, his fingers on my clitoris, pulling and rubbing and pulling again. It’s all pain and pleasure, twisting together in a vicious, erotic spiral. I can feel my second orgasm sweeping up over me like a tsunami, destructive and overwhelming.
“That’s it, baby. Milk my dick, my fucking beautiful slut. Squeeze me tight and come all over me. Soak my cock.”
His hard, calloused fingers are tightening on my clitoris and when he pinches me again, I scream so loud my vocal cords vibrate. He grabs a fistful of my hair, groaning as he thrusts deeply one last time, his hips grinding, circling into me as he floods me with heat. It stings, I’m so sore. I come again despite the pain, moaning, and writhing as he holds me down.
***
When my eyes flutter open, I’m lying on a dark grey suede couch, the lights are dim but enough to see Lachlan holding me on his lap, stroking my hair from my face.
“Where’m I?” I mumble, trying to make my eyes focus.
“We’re in my office,” he says, kissing my forehead.
Lifting me easily, he takes me into the shower in his office bathroom, holding me up as he cleans me. There are scrapes on my palms and knees, and a bite mark on my shoulder that’s a little bloody.
I have never felt so sore. And so complete.
Just as he’s wrapping me in a spare pair of sweats and a t-shirt he keeps here, there’s a knock on the door. Cursing under his breath, Lachlan settles me on the couch and rips open the door.
“This better be good. I told you tonight was off limits.”
Gregor’s there, carefully not looking in my direction. “I’m sorry, boss. There’s been an incident.”
“What incident?” Lachlan is rapidly buttoning up his shirt.
“There’s been a break-in at the King mansion in Halifax Harbor.”
Chapter Nineteen
In which Lachlan is both romantic and practical.
Aria…
I can barely string two words together and Lachlan is already striding around, barking orders, and putting in a phone call to the pilot for his jet.
Gregor heads off to collect Zed, Elana, and Marcus to take them to the jet and Lachlan kneels in front of me. “Are ya’ all right, lass? I should be taking ya’ home and puttin’ you to bed. I used you pretty roughly.”
Heat suffuses my face, traveling down the rest of me to cycle through my recently, vigorously, mulched lady garden. “I’m fine,” I mumble, “I’m just trying to… just…”
I can tell the smug bastard is trying not to laugh. “Sweet girl, you’re gonna be offline for a bit. Dinna ya’ worry. I’ll take care of everything. I know you’re tired, but I need to get you to the jet.”
“I know,” I rub my face, trying to force my remaining brain cells to work. “Let’s… do that.” He turns so I can’t see his expression but his shoulders are shaking with stifled laughter.
He’s going to pay for that.
***
“Why don’t you get some sleep?”
