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“Katya,” I growl at her.
“Yeah?” She looks at me with huge glassy eyes.
I crouch down. “I find you fucking beautiful. And not just your face. You’re sweet and graceful. You’re kind and decent.” Then I lower my voice. “As soon as your lips heal, I can’t wait to see this pretty mouth wrapped around my cock.” That mouth tips open and it’s too much, so I softly close it. “As I was saying. You grew up with wealth and privilege, but you seem so very real. Like my sister.”
“You seem very down to earth, too.” She rests her hand so easily on my knee. “As far as growing up with money.”
“Kieran soaked up the king’s role, moved into the mansion we grew up in. His wife drips with diamonds. It’s a show of power. I get that. That’s not me. I keep it real.”
She nods. “I felt the same way about Stasia. She was Papa’s diamond. I had no illusions that I’d live her life.”
“I think we’re going to get along perfectly.” I drop a kiss on her forehead and close her door.
I slide into the driver’s seat, carefully folding my bulky body behind the wheel. After tapping an icon on my phone, one of the garage bay doors opens. The hot sun shines through the windshield, blinding me for a moment, and I feel exposed. Seen.
I’ve kept my entire existence in the shadows. My past ticks like a bomb waiting to go off and hurt my family. In less than twenty-four hours, I’ve opened myself up to someone who can not only steal my sanity, but might very well steal my heart.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Katya
Duringabigbreakfastat the diner, Lachlan tells me about his mother having MS and twitches while talking about it. When I ask when I’ll meet her, he doesn’t respond.
We stop at a pharmacy, and he shuts off his car’s engine. “Do you need anything? That special ointment for your lip should be ready.”
“I don’t think I need anything else.” Maya had packed up my entire bathroom. “Can I come inside with you?”
“Of course.”
I stay put and let him come around to open my door. It’s a simple gesture, but for the first time, I feel important. Iamimportant to Lachlan. I’m his wife, and that means something to him. Even if it’s just symbolic. Even if I’m just his property. Men are very possessive about what belongs to them.
We get inside, and he nudges my arm. “Do not leave here without me, okay?”
I get chills. “Okay.”
He walks off, and it hits me hard. How Lachlan fully supports me auditioning for the London conservatory and my daily rehearsal schedule. He even agreed to drive me back and forth to school every day. My only worry is I’m penniless and completely dependent on him. But if I’m picked to attend the conservatory, I’m guaranteed years of work, dancing on the grandest stages around the world. I can make a living and completely support myself. I won’t need anyone. That plan made perfect sense, especially knowing Papa had no use for me.
But Lachlan has a use for me, and with a tool that will break me in half. Good heavens. How in the world will that fit inside me?
I got plenty tingly jerking Lachlan off, standing in his kitchen stark naked. When I changed my clothes after our little hand-job interlude, my panties were so damp, I had put fresh ones on.
The way his cum bubbled and poured from his manhood was such an erotic turn on. His eyes closed, his head thrown back with chorded throat muscles, he looked vulnerable and disconnected from the world. I was his only bridge. I like how that felt.
I wander into the feminine product aisle. Perhaps some lubricant to feel sexy and slick will work when we… I get dizzy thinking of that massive body on top of me.
I find a brand I’d heard of, but I don’t have any money. How do I ask Lachlan to buy it for me? Maybe he won’t mind.
“Hang on, don’t ring me up.” Lachlan’s deep voice sails over the aisles, finds me, and tears into my soul. “I need one more thing.”
I watch the top of his rumpled, dark hair amble toward the aisle I’m in. Panicking, I step behind a cardboard display when he turns the corner. What could he want with the feminine aisle? He stops short at a rack of…condoms. A shiver goes through me. He’s buying condoms.
For a moment, my heart hurts, thinking he keeps a steady woman on the side, a mistress, and they are for her. He found the display with such alacrity and confidence, an unthinking mental practice. Clearly, he does thisall the time.
Irrational jealously fires through me.
But Lachlan pulls a box off so roughly, the peg falls out. He sneers at the boxes spilled on the carpet and walks away. When he’s back at the register, I check out what brand he picked.
Durex ExtraExtraLarge.
