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CHAPTER1
Twenty years later
Lark
Some days were meant to be disasters.
Ugly. Treacherous. Bursts. Of. Anguish.
I’d come to that conclusion, and it was only eleven-thirty in the morning.
A pissed-off client threatening to fire me.
A less than stellar meeting with my boss.
My mother’s nagging reminder about the bachelorette auction.
Finding my boyfriend of eight months balls deep in the cunt of a redheaded cowgirl wannabe.
Now this.
As I struggled to shove the lid onto the scalding coffee, I turned around without looking.
The jarring thud wasn’t because I’d added clumsy to my long list of frustrations, but because of a hard body who’d stepped in my way.
“Fuck! Why didn’t you look where you were going?” The ugly words left my mouth before I could drag them back into the darkness. While drips of coffee scalded my hand, almost the entire amount from my sixteen-ounce cup splashed directly on the offending person. When the hulking mass of a man didn’t say a word, I lifted my head.
And stared into the most gorgeous set of forest green eyes I’d ever seen. They were vibrant in color like the rolling hills of Kentucky on a warm spring day. Flecks of gold shimmered around his irises, adding a depth that could be misconstrued as warm, even kind.
But I knew better.
Lachlan McKenzie was an insufferable sadist, a man with no conscience. Just this morning I’d heard his terse words he’d thrown at another attorney, his deep, sensual voice penetrating my office wall. From what I could tell, Mr. Asshole had fired his attorney.
The powerful billionaire was a chiseled god with the devil’s soul. Given the attorney he was arguing with handled criminal cases, that boosted my belief the man had dirty little secrets that he didn’t want to see the light of day.
Sadly, every woman in my office wanted to throw their lace panties at him. Hell, the man could walk outside and whistle and there wouldn’t be a woman within a four-block radius who wouldn’t offer to have his baby. While he was delicious eye candy with his broad shoulders and dark wavy hair that screamed of having fingers tangled in the thick locks, that couldn’t shadow his arrogance.
Or his obvious dominance over women. He oozed control, acting as if he owned the world. I wanted no part of his regime.
Even his rich Scottish brogue couldn’t save his wretched black soul.
Still, for a few seconds I allowed the same vision I’d had several times before to pop into my mind.
“You’re a very bad little girl, Lark,” Lachlan murmured from his office chair. “It’s time for your punishment.” He beckoned me with a single finger, pushing away from his desk. “Crawl to me. Eyes to the floor.”
I did so without hesitation, the intoxicating scent of his aftershave fueling another rush of desire. As I inched closer, I was able to hear the glitch in his breathing, becoming more labored. I took my time, dying to see the look on his face. Sometimes, I was a bad girl on purpose just to see what he would do. Being summoned into his office was filthy and delicious, any member of his staff able to walk in at any time.
The moment I was between his legs, he stroked the top of my head. “That’s a very good girl, my little pet. Purr for me.”
I rubbed my cheek against the inside of his leg, creating the sound I knew he adored. He continued to stroke my hair as he casually glanced at something from his desk. When I reached his inner thighs, my mouth watered at the sight of the thick bulge between his legs. I placed my head in his lap like he required, waiting for his command.
This is where I felt the safest, cared for. I could breathe without anxiety, heated by the closeness of our bodies.
“That’s enough, my sweet pet.” He eased his hand under my chin, lifting it with a single finger. There was no anger in his eyes, just disappointment from disobeying him. “It’s time for your punishment. You do understand what you did was very wrong?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That makes me very proud. Let’s get you over the edge of my desk.” He rubbed the backs of his fingers across my cheek, his gaze of disapproval turning into one of pride. Then he helped me to my feet, gently placing me over the edge of his desk facing the door.
