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Aware that I’m satisfied, and he’s not, I say, “When we get home, I’ll take care of you. Or I can do it now.” I lick my lips, wired from the aftermath of what he did to me.
“Fuck, yes.” Lachlan reaches for his belt, but car horns blast behind us.
We fogged up the windshield, and when I wipe the dampness away, I see the road has cleared.
“Hold on, little wife.” Lachlan screeches into drive and takes off.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Lachlan
AsIracehome,wild, inappropriate thoughts fire through me.
I’m hard as a rock, feeling how wet and tight Katya’s cunt was. I’m worried I’ll hurt her. I’m worried this is moving too fast. She’s young and inexperienced. I’m older and know better. She had hopes to marry for love someday, and I never intended to take a wife.
Yet here we are, married and completely hot for each other. I lived my life like a fuck machine, brutalizing women nightly when my schedule allowed for it. Since I watched her dance that night, Katya moved into my brain, and the desire to keep up that filthy lifestyle vanished.
I pull into my garage. “We’re home.”
I stroke that long braid. The glistening different colors weaved together fascinate me. I want her. I want to be inside her. I consider how much I should tell Katya about my past before she lets me steal her innocence. What I did to Father Eamon and Charles Foster.
Is Katya my reward for such strict obedience after I fucked up?
I was forced out of Astoria for what I did to Charles Foster and sent to a training camp for killers after I murdered Father Eamon. I learned the kind of brutality most men can’t handle. And when you’re programmed to kill, how can you love?
How can hands that squeeze the life out of a man, or snap bones like twigs be gentle with a wife? I don’t know how I’ll balance going wildly feral every night and then try to passionately make love to Katya the way she deserves. Some nights, I might just hold her down and fuck her senseless.
Out of pure guttural need.
Inside my kitchen, I stroke the delicate parts of her face that have healed. “I have to meet Griffin at eight p.m.”
She sneaks a look at the clock on the stove. “Right, duty calls.” The disappointment in her voice guts me.
I consider what will take more time? Fucking her? Or telling her my screwed-up past?
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Katya
WhatdoIreallyneed to know about Lachlan if we’ll only be married temporarily? I know that I want to have sex. With him. We’re married. Legally. There’s no shame in it. If I get into the conservatory and decide I want a life of freedom to travel with a dance company, I’ll face that when it happens.
Right now, I want to give my husband what he wants from me. What he needs from a wife.
With dried sweat making my top sticky, not to mention how soaked my panties are, I say, “I’m going to take a shower first, if that’s okay.”
“I don’t mind a little sweat,” he says, low and throaty.
“It’s my first time. I want to…look nice for you. Smell nice.” My heart pounds as I watch him consider my words.
He lays a kiss on my forehead. “Go shower, little wife.” Lachlan radiates masculinity and power.
My blood warms the way he gives these little orders. “Yes, sir.” I plié into a curtsey.
Feeling his eyes on me, I strut down the hallway toward Lachlan’s bedroom, where I’ve been sleeping and showering. I strip out of my shorts and tank top, while toeing off my flip flops. Stark naked, I stare at my body, lithe and slender. Does Lachlan think I’m too tiny for him? Will he be too careful with me?
I quickly wipe my makeup away and unravel my braid while the water gets hot. The warm spray soothes my shoulders as I rinse my hair. Washing my body, I reach between my legs and jump, feeling sensitive there. I’ve touched myself before and reached that blissful place, bringing on a peaceful sleep. Lachlan touching me exploded in my veins.
I’m wired and want more of that.
