Though he still dinnae talk and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna make conversation with the man who threw me over his shoulder like a sack of flourand carried me out of the party while everyone watched and whispered.
Ten minutes later, we pull up in front of a stone cottage on a secluded stretch of rocky beach. It’s a wee thing, beautiful, shutters and trim painted blue, a lamp glowing in the window. He pulls me out of the car, carrying me up the path and nudging the front door open with his shoulder before I can string enough words together to yell at him.
I find my voice when he sits on the couch, throwing me over his lap.
“Lucas- what the hell? Let go of me!”
Gathering my wrists behind my back with a firm grip, he tucks my legs between his as I kick out, trying to wrestle loose. His other hand rests on my arse, I can feel the heat of it, radiating through my dress.
“This is what you’ve been wanting, Cat.” He’s calm, almost emotionless, impenetrable as always. “Ye pushed me, wanting to get your way. You’re a grown woman acting like a bairn.”
“Are ye mad? Let me-”
Lucas tightens his hold. “Sneaking out of your flat like a spoiled schoolgirl, risking your life and making me chase ye all over town and for what? I find ye with that dodgy prick? This is done. Ye will not behave this way.”
And then I say the daftest possible thing. The thing that seals my fate.
“Ye dinnae tell me what to do!”
My dress is pulled up and I feel it. His broad palm slamming over my arse. His hand’s the size of a bear paw and I feel the stingeverywhere.
“Yespanked me, ye radge!” I’m kicking furiously now but the bastard’s got me in a grip with his long arms and legs. He rips my knickers off, the torn silk thrown to the floor and the next smack goes across my bare arse. The burn spreads under my skin as he slaps me with precision, one on each cheek again and again until my arse is on fire.
I feel his hand strike the sensitive skin just beneath my arse on my thighs, and a yelp escapes me before I can stop it. It stings, like needles pricking my skin and I writhe and twist and it dinnae change a thing.
“Stop it! How dare ye- Ow! Fecker!”
That gets me the hardest slap, on my inner thigh and I let out a screech.
There’s another.
And another.
Lucas rests his hand between my legs, his warm hand cupping me. “Wet. You're soaking wet.” He hums disapprovingly. “This dinnae seem likemuch of a punishment if you’re gushing for me.” His fingers curl, running along my center and one tapping my clit, he chuckles when I jolt like I’ve grabbed a live wire.
I should fight.
I should throw my head back and break his fecking nose.
I should bite a chunk out of his leg.
I should not be so slick and hot.
“All that cheek and backchat and you’re just a wet little girl wanting to be spanked.” His voice is deeper, rumbling and I want to kick him for the amusement I’m hearing.
“Oh, my god just stop talking, ye bastard!” I press my face against his leg, feeling the muscles shift.
“Is this what would have made ye behave, these past four years?” Two thick fingers twist and slide inside me.
“Four years of ye being a condescending prick?” I gasp as one fingernail just barely scratches my G-spot and that jolt of electricity goes through me again, making my thighs tense and my toes curl. “Aye, most likely.”
“Hmm…”
I can feel the vibration of his growl as his hands slide to my waist, lifting and turning me on his lap and startling another yelp out of me as mysore behind hits his thighs, my back to his front.
And the thick, hard heat of his dick.
“Four years,” he growls into my ear, kissing me there. His tongue tracing my fluttering pulse. “Four fecking years of wanting to spank the sass out of ye. I should’ve held ye down and put a tracker chip in your arse whether ye wanted it or not.” His legs slide between mine, spreading me wider. “Look up, baby.”
