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I could listen to his voice for days, enjoying the rich inflections. The thought made me smile and when he drove his fingers into my wetness, there was no way to stop the series of whimpers from escaping. He’d learned my body so well in such a short period of time, curling his fingers as he thrust in and out.
As I bucked against his hand, he issued several scattered growls, so low and husky I barely heard them. Instead, I felt the rippling vibrations against my skin, the white-hot heat of what we were doing searing every nerve ending.
He rolled his thumb around my clit several times, the pleasure bringing me to the edge of raw ecstasy. Then he pulled away, leaving me aching and empty, resuming the round of discipline. With every brutal strike, every lash of the leather against my skin, I floated onto another plane I hadn’t known existed. If this was my body betraying me, I wanted more.
Echoes of my thumping heart pounded in my ears, my muscles constricting. When he drove his fingers deep inside my pussy, pumping wildly, I could no longer think or control my breathing. Everything was a blissful blur as he pushed me closer to nirvana.
As the throes of pure relief cycled through me, my pussy muscles clenching and releasing, I sensed his hunger ready to explode. The pounding of my heart continued, the rush of adrenaline pushing me over the edge.
The beauty of letting go wasn’t only about trust but also about finding peace. As the cataclysm of pain and pleasure crashed together, I let go in a way I’d never done before. The powerful orgasm stole my voice, the heightened rapture tensing every muscle. Finally, I was floating, no longer confined to my body.
And it was spectacular.
CHAPTER16
Lachlan
There was no sense in sugarcoating it, even if it was only to the haunted man inside.
I’d made a decision.
It wasn’t necessarily one I’d come to lightly and if I told anyone else at this point, my partners included, they’d call me mad. Or worse. Grant and Jameson knew me better than anyone, certainly more so than my own family. However, the distance between us had allowed me to keep a veiled existence of myself intact during business meetings in person.
Outwardly, I seemed as cold and calculating as I’d always been, enjoying total control. Once behind the locked doors of my house, everything was entirely different, encompassing strong emotions. The love of life I’d always had was no longer a part of my existence.
Maybe I was to blame, not only because of what had occurred with Morgan. Only Jameson had managed to see through my thin façade, quietly questioning me from his perch of goodness. Hell, the man didn’t have a fucking speeding ticket to his name. I was the lead foot, easily able to get off without receiving a ticket every time. And why? Because the chief of police was in my pocket, and everyone knew I was king of the hill.
I took a sip of scotch, watching Lark as intently as I’d done at the club. As soon as the session was over, I’d whisked her out my private entrance, determined no one was going to bask in her beauty, let alone believe they had a chance with her. She was mine.
The decision was final.
Whether or not she believed I had a powerful hold over her was of no consequence. There would be no end to the contract, only an entirely different continuation. My sweet Lark would never be allowed to escape.
Which is why additional rules were required.
I crossed one leg over the other, my ankle resting on my knee, the position allowing me to swirl my rocks glass as I thought about how to approach the next path the two of us would head down. There was no mistaking she was a formidable woman, but as soon as it was widely known I’d claimed her, others would try to interfere, including her father. Not only that, but she could also be used as a pawn against me. I wasn’t a man known for hesitation, which is why I found it interesting I was coddling her with kid gloves.
Maybe because I cared more than I wanted to admit.
“We should talk,” I told her. She was beautiful beyond measure, but the way she sat on the couch with her bare legs under her, a glass of wine in her hand was more attractive than seeing her tied to the cross. Although the experience had been delicious, more so than I’d believed it could be. More important, she’d placed her trust in me. Perhaps it would be short-lived, especially after my updated demands.
She lifted her chin, darting her eyes back and forth. She’d been quiet on the way home, which I’d assumed was given her obvious drift into subspace, but I also sensed she had something on her mind. “What do we need to talk about?”
I rolled my index finger around the rim of my glass as I studied her. “You’re not going to like what I have to say but I don’t want you working on Davidson’s case. I have my reasons.”
Instead of her usual expression of defiance, she narrowed her eyes. “Why? What reasons?”
“Because it’s dangerous, number one. And because I heard there is another girl missing.”
“What? How do you know?” She leaned forward, staring at me intently. She was nervous, her lower lip quivering. There was also tenacity in her eyes, as if her interest in solving the crime remained in the forefront of her mind.
“It was a brief update on the news. The press are being presumptuous by making the assumption the two situations are related, but given one of the connections regarding the first murder victim and the missing girl, I can understand.”
“Meaning what?”
“Meaning the two young women both had fathers serving in the Senate.”
Lark took a deep breath, her mouth twisting. She was definitely holding something back. “Interesting.”
