“Oh, god. That room. All those secrets.” His long fingers are stroking my skin and it’s oddly soothing. “I knew the kind of deals we made, what went through our transportation hubs. But… information so deadly that it could start a war? What was Dad thinking, getting involved at that level?”
“He probably thought he was protecting his family by making the King Syndicate so powerful,” he says soothingly. “The keeper of secrets. Nolan O’Rourke, have ya’ heard of him?”
“Yes!” I nod, “I’ve met him twice. Stupidly rich and handsome. And creepy. He had this odd way of looking at me, like he was trying to pick my brain apart and see what was in there.”
“Aye, that’s O’Rourke,” he agrees. “He’s a billionaire through legitimate routes, but his real power is having the dirt on everyone in the crime world. It sounds like your Da’ was tryin’ to pull an O’Rourke and solidify your family’s position.”
He lets the dirty water out and fills the tub again. It is a very large tub and it takes a while. I lay my head on his sculpted chest and turn my cheek to rub against his wet skin.
“Thank you,” I sigh. “Thank you for being here.”
“Where you go, I go, my wife.”
Turning to face him, straddling his thighs, I trace his shoulders with my fingertips. “I should still be so angry at you for threatening to murder Marcus.”
“Hmm,” he agrees, dark eyes watching me like a bird of prey.
“You were a complete bastard, making me marry you.”
He’s watching my fingers circle his nipples. “Aye.”
“And the thing about the assassin not getting his job or his payment? That’s an issue.”
Lachlan’s hand slides behind my neck and he pulls me in, kissing me hard and biting my lower lip, a coppery tang hitting my tongue. “Do you want me to distract you, my wife? Do you want me to make you forget today, your worries, even your own name? I can make you forget.”
The heat of his skin radiates through the sensitive skin of my palms, one corner of his mouth curves up as he watches me.
“Yes,” I whisper, “I want to forget.”
My world tilts and suddenly, my front is pressed against the back of the tub, my elbows braced on the edge and my sensitive nipples rubbing against the porcelain. His hard, calloused hands are on my hips, pulling them high until my back is arched. Then, the rasp of his stubbled chin on my inner thighs and his mouth is on me, his tongue sliding between my wet lips and diving up inside my channel.
The pressure of his hot mouth makes me surge forward and then shriek when a hot sting radiates against my ass.
“Ow! Why-”
“Dinna ya’ dare move unless I give ya’ leave, baby,” he growls, the vibration of his words against my pussy is brazenly, shockingly good. “If ya’ do it again, I’m slapping something else. Much harder.”
His teeth dig into the stinging spot on my cheek, and I brace myself against the side of the tub, not wanting him to stop. I’ll be still, I want him. I need this. This time, his lips fasten around my clitoris and pull on it as two of his fingers push inside me, stroking me and thrusting hard, no gentle buildup, just harsh and greedy, demanding my orgasm.
I’m shocked at how quickly the first one comes. Embarrassingly fast, but I moan and thank him, the relief is overwhelming, being carried away from my fears and worries. My center is throbbing like a heartbeat and my head is full of blissful nothingness, just the feral need for more.
Then his thumb, slicked up from my pussy, pushes against my ass, and I gasp, trying to pull away from it. The impact of his hard hand against my ass is much worse this time, a burn spreading across my skin as he slaps both cheeks harshly, then lands another one between my legs, right on my clitoris.
This time I scream in shock, but when he slaps it again, the agony transforms into something dark, burning under my skin, and my back arches, offering more of myself. He chuckles, his thumb pushing inside my ass as he reaches around and lands another sharp slap on my clitoris. I scream again, coming hard and pushing back against him, his fingers roughly moving on my clit and his thumb deep inside a place I never thought I would allow a man to go. He pinches my clitoris and another orgasm surges through me, weaker this time but still making me sob and moan.
“Do you want my cock now, baby?” He whispers, Satan in my ear, “Will you feel better if I impale you on my dick and stuff you full?”
“Yes,” I moan, “please. Make it hurt.”
There’s a pause before his hand tightens on my hips. “Good girl,” he whispers, “such a good girl for me.” He slicks the head of his cock and his knees are on the outside of mine, pushing my legs together, making it harder to get inside me. It takes him several thrusts, but every push releases another groan of relief from me.
Lachlan pulls his hips back, leaving the thick head of his cock inside me. “Do you like it when it hurts, baby?” He thrusts back in, hitting me deep, and making me feel like there couldn’t possibly be enough room for him. He slaps my ass again and then groans when I clamp down on him, freezing him mid-thrust.
“Don’t you dare try to make me come already,” he bites my neck, “hold on to the tub.” He rears back and slams into me, over and over, his hips slapping against my skin and my fingers turn white, gripping the porcelain edge as if it’ll keep me from flying away.
Ithurts.Each thrust hurts but I love the pain. The way it makes me feel… like no one has ever really fucked me, like it took Lachlan and his massive cock to give me this kind of delirious pleasure. I bite my lip, tears from pain and ecstasy rolling down my cheeks.
When his huge hand cups my throat and squeezes, I’m ready. I’m so ready and needing this and when my demon husband whispers, “Come,” I do. Twice. Three times maybe. I don’t know. He grinds inside me, sliding through his own spend, still hard even after coming.
