How much would Lorcan take from me and would I let him? Did I even have a choice?
Lorcan touched my hip, the golden ring with his family crest cool against my flesh. He traced his palm over the curve of my hip, along my upper thigh ever so slightly, and then back up just as slowly, until his thumb grazed my ribs. His keen eyes followed the effect his simple touch had on my body. My skin was on fire, nipples hardening to the point of almost pain. And worse, but thankfully hidden from his keen eyes, warmth had spread between my thighs as blood gathered in my labia, making it pulse with a longing that Lorcan Devaney’s touch shouldn’t evoke in me.
“Women throw themselves at me for various reasons. They don’t pretend being with me is an unbearable chore. My women are always eager for my touch and cock.”
“Even the women you buy at an auction house?”
“This doesn’t happen as often as you probably think.” The amusement in his voice really set me off, but it was difficult to focus on anything but his hand stroking my side.
“I sold my body, not my mind. So take what you bought but don’t expect me to enjoy it. That wasn’t part of the deal.”
“I’m very adept at getting what I want, Aislinn. I’m not one of the boys you kiss on Ha’Penny Bridge after a night in a dingy corner pub.”
Anger rushed through me at his assumptions, but I didn’t contradict him. I didn’t want to tell him more about me, especially that I wasn’t role-playing being a virgin.
His second hand came up to touch my hip, and soon both of his hands glided along my sides. His eyes mapped my body all the while filing away every reaction to him. I wanted to hide, but it wasn’t just my body that was laid bare. His calloused palms traced my lower back and then even lower until he cupped my ass cheeks in his big hands.
My breath halted unexpectedly. “Is this still part of your debt?” The timbre of his voice rumbled in my chest. “Say stop if it isn’t.”
He dared me to stop him, to reveal my true colors and admit defeat. I wouldn’t.
Leaning forward, he nipped the skin above my hipbone with his teeth before he soothed it with his tongue. My core constricted and my labia felt swollen and heated, almost unbearably so. His eyes locked with mine, his stubled cheek resting ever so lightly against my lower belly.
“Or do you want me to collect more?”
I swallowed. My mind and body were at odds, at least partially.
“Do you perhaps even enjoy it, sweet Aislinn?”
I narrowed my eyes. Gripping me by the hips again, he stood and turned me toward the mirror I’d avoided looking at so far. I’d been raised to be shy about my nakedness and was naturally shy about my sexuality, but Lorcan seemed determined to push me beyond my comfort zone.
He gently bit down on the nape of my neck, making me jump in surprise. He towered over me and touched my hips then slowly let his hands glide down along my thighs. He spread his thumbs so they brushed the very edges of my mound. My core tingled and even more blood gathered in my pussy lips, making them look puffy and red with my clit peeking out eagerly.
With a dark smile, Lorcan focused on the sensitive areas of my body. He kept stroking along my inner thighs. “Lust is a curious thing,” he mumbled. Then sat in the chair behind me again, disappearing from view. “Sit down on my lap, Aislinn,” he ordered. His voice told me it wasn’t up for discussion, so I sank down on his muscled thighs without hesitation. I squeezed my legs together and perched on the very edge of his legs, acutely aware that only the fabric of his pants was the only thing between us.
He smiled at me in the mirror but it wasn’t in a friendly way. It raised the little hairs on my neck, but at the same time my body reacted with a flood of arousal to his proximity and the danger his expression promised. I wasn’t sure how to stop it. I was a slave to my body’s visceral reaction to Lorcan Devaney.
“Spread your thighs,” he growled, accentuating the command with a gentle bite on my shoulder. I parted my legs a few inches, only so my most private part was still hidden from view.
“Aislinn, I’m used to my orders being followed, but I have to admit I might have been unclear. Shall I remedy that?”
I gulped.
“I want you to swing your legs over my knees.”
Despite my embarrassment, I straddled his legs so my feet were to either side of his.
“See? That wasn’t so difficult?” he murmured and began to part his legs. By doing this, he spread my thighs wider and wider until I was completely exposed. I cringed at the sight I offered him. My pussy was swollen and red, my clit too, and my flesh glistened with traces of arousal.
“Mmm,” he rumbled against my shoulder, his stubble tickling my skin. “What a view.” His tongue darted out, drawing small circles on my arm, making me think of all the other places I longed to be touched like that. His hand stroked along my inner thigh once more, back and forth slowly. He leaned forward, eyes locking on mine and cupped my earlobe between his lips then began to suck on it gently. My core pulsated angrily, desperate for a touch I’d never ask for. But my desire was plain as day. My body screamed for Lorcan, for release. I didn’t recognize this wanton side of me and felt betrayed by my own flesh. With Patrick, control had come easily. The waiting had felt natural.
He put his big hands down on my knees then ran his palms along my inner thighs. I gritted my teeth against a moan. I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me. His hands reached my upper thighs, his thumbs trailing along the groove between my pussy and inner thighs. I wanted to push him away, to snap my legs shut and get up and leave.
With that same fervor, I wanted to remain on his muscular legs, feel his calloused palms on my skin and his fingers on my most private area. I was glad he couldn’t read my thoughts, but the way I was looking at his thumbs stroking along my curves must have given me away.
Lorcan chuckled. “To want what one shouldn’t want … it’s frustrating, isn’t it?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking—”
He brushed my outer pussy lips, stealing my words and breath. I felt like a bow drawn too tightly, ready to splinter into a thousand tiny pieces.
His thumbs kept stroking my outer pussy lips lightly, but the touch was potent. My arousal mocked me in the mirror. Lorcan Devaney wanted me willing and wanton, and he was succeeding. I tried to think of Patrick, hoping guilt would rein in my lust, but remembering his words about enjoying himself had me wanting to do the same—enjoy myself. Of course, it was ridiculous to think I could enjoy being with Lorcan Devaney.
His thumb made a detour over my clit, and I gasped, surprised and alarmed. He rubbed his thumb and forefinger against each other, spreading my arousal between them.
Our eyes locked and Lorcan’s gaze flickered with triumph and amusement as he resumed the light teasing of the crease between my pussy and upper thigh.
“Stop the game and take what you want,” I gritted out. I didn’t want him to give me pleasure. I wanted him to take what he wanted, to fuck me and be done with it. It would be a shitty first experience, one I’d probably regret all my life and have nightmares about for years to come, but it was better than the mortification of bearing witness to my body’s reaction to Lorcan’s touch.
“What I want?” he mused, his fingers finding the seam of my pussy and parting me. I stifled a moan as he slid between my swollen lips and stroked. His fingernail flicked my clit, almost making me weep with need. Lorcan had a presence that couldn’t be ignored, and a vibe of sexual danger that seemed to cause a short circuit in my brain. His thumb flicked me again before he took it away.
“What do you want, sweet Aislinn?” Lorcan hummed next to my ear before gently sucking my lobe into his mouth. His thumb traced my slit and circled my opening. I wanted him inside of me. Seeing his finger tease me, I could think of nothing else, but he didn’t do it. Instead, he traveled higher once more and began to nudge my clit with the pad of his thumb. The light touch seemed to set fire to a lust that had been buried under dry hay for a long time. My core constricted, but I fought against the release. I didn’t want to come from Lorcan’s touch, not so quickly. Not at all. Not when my body had only ever succumbed to an orgasm with my own hands and long coaxing. Lorcan must have sensed my struggle. His second hand came up and pinched my nipple at the same time as his thumb pressed hard against my clit. I could hardly hold back. My pussy spasmed, my fingers on the armrest tightened as I tried to hide my body’s reaction. I was on the verge, so close to tipping over. I bit down on my tongue, pulling at the reins on my body, but I was still too close, still too eager for more.
Lorcan chuckled. “Stubborn. This won’t do. By sunrise you’ll be exhausted from multiple orgasms and these sheets will be soaked with your juices.” He motioned toward the bed.
I didn’t get the chance to contradict him. He gripped my throat, tilted my head to the side, and fixed me with his eyes. “I can’t wait to hear you call my name when you come.”
Releasing my throat, he cupped my pussy with his palm before he began to slide his index and middle finger in a V along my folds, brushing my clit every time.
Even as I sunk my teeth deeper into my tongue, pleasure kept mounting. I was fighting a losing battle, but I couldn’t admit defeat.
His big fingers, glistening with my arousal, slid along my swollen pussy. His thumb and forefinger kept tugging and pinching my nipple in an almost painful way that only increased my lust.
I watched as my body quivered under the force of an orgasm I had no chance to suppress. My lips parted wide as a cry ripped from my throat.
Heat washed through me as I clenched under the force of my release. The orgasm lasted only a few seconds, but I’d carry the memory with me forever. Lorcan slowed his fingers then pulled them from my heated flesh and rubbed them clean on my inner thigh.
“Get up and kneel on the bed,” he ordered harshly.
I stared at him for a moment, my lust fading away as fear overtook my body.
“Go on,” he ordered. I stumbled to my feet, my legs shaky from my release and the situation.
I stopped in front of the bed. My body bristled at the idea of kneeling and exposing myself, even if I’d done so willingly only moments before. But this position seemed worse.
“I’m waiting.”
Throwing him an angry look over my shoulder, I climbed on the bed and pushed all my thoughts aside as I got down on my palms, my ass in the air.
Lorcan clicked his tongue. “Beautiful.” Then, I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and a zipper being pulled down. This was it. Lorcan Devaney would mount me like a horse.
