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“Aye, that’s what I needed.” Lachlan props up on his knees and grips my waist. Groaning, he gives a heavy thrust, knocking the wind out of me. It’s slow, but he gets so damn deep, filling me and hitting every nerve ending.
“That’s so good. Don’t stop.” I start to spiral.
“That dripping cunt of yours is soaking my balls. You’re so fucking wet for me.” He pushes in and out.
How did we get here? He saved me from a horrible man and married me to spite my father. Yet, deep in my bones, I think he cares about me now. This feels like more than just sex.
“Christ, this is so fucking hot.” His hips shift, and he takes me on an angle that hits in places that make me see stars.
Everything below my waist shudders.
“That’s right. Come on my cock. My dick belongs only to you. You’re the only woman I want to fuck, Katriane. Only you. Fuck…” He groans and shatters inside me.
“I only want you, too, Lachlan.” I drag my nails down his back, but I’m not strong enough to break the skin.
“I’m coming.” His cock jerks so violently, it stretches me even more. “You’re mine,” he growls in my ear. His lips drench my shoulder as his teeth dig into the skin.
I hope it leaves a mark. I want to be branded his.
My ears are ringing from my heart pounding so hard, but I think I hear him say…
Forever.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Katya
Afewnightslater,I wake up in the early light to find Lachlan sweeping past the bed and into the bathroom. The door clicks shut and a few seconds later, the shower is running.
I’d heard cheating husbands come home and shower immediately. It seems implausible Lachlan would do that to me, but he said I was naïve about my father. I won’t be naïve about my husband. I get out of bed and creep into the bathroom to say good morning. See if I notice anything suspicious. I’d know, right? The idea of him touching someone else nauseates me.
Lachlan is naked, standing in front of the vanity. I gasp seeing his right bicep torn up and dripping with blood. My stomach clenches with a much different kind of worry. “Oh my God, what happened?”
“Guy slashed me. It’s nothing. It’ll stop bleeding after I clean it up.”
“Oh.” I stand there and wait for him to look at me, but he doesn’t.
“I’ll wrap it up after I shower.” He saunters toward the hot spray, giving me the most amazing view of his naked ass and a back full of rippling muscles.
I shake my eyes away. I can stare at him all day long. Instead, I scoop up his clothes caked in blood. Figuring out the washing machine was ridiculously easy. After using a pre-treatment spray, I add detergent and toss in the shirt and pants.
By the time I come back to the bedroom and look inside the bathroom, my husband is in a towel and brushing his teeth, his arm wrapped in gauze.
I step in cautiously and lean against his warm, wet back. “You smell good.”
“I didn’t ten minutes ago. That fucker got me worked up.” He turns around and hugs me. “Another reason I didn’t jump into bed with you. I stink up pretty nasty.”
“It wouldn’t bother me. You’re a man. It’s expected.” I sink into his arms, his knife wound not limiting how he holds me.
But the smell of copper overwhelms me, and I snap my eyes open. “Lachlan, the wound must be deep. You’re bleeding through the wrap.”
He lets me go and unravels the blood-soaked gauze. I heave, seeing the deep gash in his bicep close-up. “Aww fuck.”
“Lachlan!” I point to the crimson speckled bathroom floor and blood stains all over the shower wall. I press a towel into the wound and cry out, “Lachlan, this won’t stop bleeding!”
“It’s nothing.” He grips the end of another towel and tears it in half. But before he can make a tourniquet, he doubles over and face plants onto the bathroom floor, shaking and out cold.
“Thanks for getting here so quickly,” I let Griffin into the house, who’s soaked from a late July rainstorm that has steam lifting off the ground.
