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“Of course, I knew about the pill. I stole a pair of your satin panties to jerk off on when I threw it in the drawer.”
Her shimmering eyes widen in surprise. “Oh.”
“I also know you didn’t take it. The box is still smushed behind the drawer. Why not?”
“I…I didn’t want to get anyone in trouble.”
“You thought your guards would disobey me and you wanted to protect them more than you wanted to prevent a pregnancy?”
“Yes.”
“And you regret that decision now?”
She shakes her head again. “No.”
“Then why the fuck are you crying?”
“I just…I want to touch you. To taste you again.”
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Those are tears of longing? Of her inner conflict?
“Oh, princess. We’ll have plenty of time for you to taste me later.”
She hates that she wants me, that she likes it rough; I fucking know that. Sophie still thinks I’m a disgusting, dirty bastard.
And I am, because I won’t be able to resist using her pretty mouth again for much longer. She’ll probably beg for mouthwash and a shower any second now, pull away from me like the first time.
At least she’s not asking me to release her. I’m not sure I could remove the restraints from her yet, even if she begged me to.
Sophie
Sex with Lochlan is better than I remember. Or maybe it’s better now because it’s not my first time.
There is some soreness after the third round. Lochlan didn’t remove the cuffs on my wrists and ankles except for long enough to reposition me, putting me on my hands and knees.
I think that may have been my favorite position if I had been able to see his gorgeous face.
“Jesus, that was good, princess,” Lochlan says as he slips around in front of me, leaning his back against the headboard. He’s naked and gorgeous, corded muscles covered in ink. And he’s already getting hard again, stroking his intimidating length in his fist. Sliding down until he can rub his crown over my lips, he says, “Suck my dick clean, and I’ll free you.”
I give his slick cock a teasing lick, tasting both of us on him. “Then what? I’m…all yucky.”
“I figured you would want a shower. Then maybe I’ll even feed you before I chain you up in my bed again.”
“Could we maybe cuddle?”
“Cuddle?” He says the word with disgust, as if I asked him to go for a swim with me in a septic pit.
“Uh-huh. Cuddle.” I swirl my tongue over his head.
“I don’t cuddle. If we’re in bed we’re either fucking or sleeping. Those are the only two things that are real.”
The only two things that are real?
I don’t have a chance to ask what he means. Lochlan moves to his knees in front of me, grabs my ponytail that’s hanging loose and messy from him constantly pulling it, then presses my lips to him. “Suck me off, Sophie.”
His ripped abs and chest are so close I could touch him…if my wrists weren’t attached to chains. Since I can’t, I take him into my mouth, letting him thrust in and out, over and over again, giving me more than I can take, but not caring. No, he cares. He just likes when I choke, and tears race down my cheeks.
I realize he’s not being rough with me because he’s mad or because I’m doing something wrong. He’s rough because he’s right on the edge of that cliff, desperate to go over…
