No. Not just a woman like her. Her, specifically. Everything about the gorgeous woman trembling beneath him seemed custom-made just for him. From her body, with her round stomach and lush curves to the way she smirked when she thought she was getting her way to the way she begged and pleaded when she realized she wasn’t.
Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.
The need to stake his claim, to brand her as his was like a living thing inside him, clawing at his chest, desperate to be free. And unlike his brother and his cousins, Lochlan O’Rourke had never believed in denying himself what he wanted.
Turning his head, he brushed his lips over the dimpled skin of her thigh. His babygirl’s soft sigh washed over him, and if he’d had any kind of conscience, he might have felt guilty for lulling her into such a false sense of security before what he was about to do.
But he didn’t.
So when he sank his teeth into the spot he’d just kissed, deep and hard enough to rip a shocked cry from her throat as she arched up beneath him, he felt nothing but pure, unfiltered power. The kind that came from knowing he had someone so completely at his mercy he could do whatever the fuck he wanted. Normally, he only felt this particular brand of excitement when he had someone in his chamber, punishing them for some sin against the family or torturing information from them.
Feeling this way, with her, it was… beyond anything he’d ever felt before. And for the first time he could understand why Killian frequented that club of his so often. If this was how he felt, well, maybe Lochlan would get himself a membership after all.
Or maybe he’d just keep his naughty babygirl. An image of her, tied to his bed while he tested the limits of her pain tolerance, leaving his mark on every inch of her thick, curvy body popped into his mind as he ran his tongue over the deep marks his teeth had left in her skin. A man could get used to something like that.
“You-you bit me!”
Her tone was so full of surprise, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “I did. Do you have a problem with that, babygirl?”
Silence met his question, and he pulled his gaze away from the marks—his marks—on her thigh to look up at her, letting his amusement show as he met her eyes. Instead of the stunned shock he expected to find there, however, he saw only calculation. Like she was genuinely, deeply considering the question he’d just asked her.
Fucking adorable.
“No…” She hesitated, and he swore he could see the wheels turning in that busy brain of hers. “No, I don’t think I do have a problem with it. I just wasn’t expecting it.”
“So you like it when Daddy hurts you.”
He didn’t bother to phrase it as a question, because they both damn well knew the answer. But she nodded, slowly, and he had the sheer joy of watching the revelation light her pale eyes.
“Yeah. Yeah, I think I do.”
The darkness that lived inside him slithered through his veins at her answer, hungry and demanding as Lochlan let his lips curve up in a smile designed to make even the strongest man fear for his life. But his babygirl only met his gaze head-on, her pupils darkening with a need that might damn well match his own.
“Then let’s see how much you can take.”
Daisy
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Somewhere in the very recesses of her mind, she was aware that she should be afraid. The man between her thighs clearly enjoyed hurting her, which should worry her. What kind of man actually liked hurting the woman he was fucking?
Plenty of men. They’re called sadists.
While she’d never been particularly interested in kink herself despite the joke she’d made at the bar, she’d read about it plenty of times. It wasn’t unusual for her to devour a couple books a day when she wasn’t working, and romance held a particular fascination for her. And the spicier the better.
So she knew all about sadists and kink and things like that. But even though reading about scenes where a woman let a man do all manner of depraved, humiliating things to her—or vice versa, Daisy wasn’t picky—had made her heart beat faster and her clit throb, she hadn’t ever sought out those experiences for herself.
After all, from what she’d read, the reality never truly lived up to the fantasy.
But maybe the books were wrong. Because this reality was more than living up to even her most depraved fantasies. The spot where he’d bit her still ached a bit, and she was pretty sure it was going to bruise, but even though he’d just gotten her off her pussy absolutely throbbed at the thought of him hurting her again.
“What are you going to do to me?” God, was that really her voice? All soft and breathless and… sexy?
She wasn’t sexy, she knew that. Pretty, even beautiful when she put her mind to it. But Derek had made it very, very clear that fucking her was like putting his dick in a wet sock. It got the job done, but it was boring as hell.
Which was why he’d found other, apparently more exciting places to put his dick.
Tiernan didn’t seem the least bit bored by her, however. The way he was staring up at her put her in mind of a panther about to take down a particularly tasty gazelle. Imagery that wasn’t helped by the ravenous need that lit his dark eyes at her question.
