Lachlan Read online Jane Henry (Dangerous Doms #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Dangerous Doms Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81374 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
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He lays me on the bed and bends to kiss my cheek. “And I love all of you, even when you make me furious.” His gaze narrows on me. “Even though I don’t like your cheek.”

I give him a look that dares him to punish me. To my surprise, he lifts the hem of his shirt and yanks it up over his head. He twists it into a rope and ties it around my head. My world goes dark.

“Stay right there.”

I nod but don’t speak. I underestimated being blindfolded. Deprived of the ability to see, my other senses are heightened. I hear him walking around the room. Drawers open, the squeak of a closet, his heavier breathing. He’s aroused by the prospect of his plans. I feel his heat as he draws near, his footsteps muted by the thick carpet. Something cool graces my wrists, before they’re secured above my head. I open my mouth to speak when something rough drags across my lips. He ties it behind my head. I try to speak but my voice is muffled.

His masculine scent invades my senses, his rough hands run the length of my body as he strips me. I’m already ratcheting closer to the edge of needing to climax when he palms my pussy.

“So wet for me already, lass?” he asks in a husky voice. “Are you my good girl who needs to come?”

He parts my legs and gently touches me. My hips convulse at the gentlest touch, and I whimper against the makeshift gag.

“You make me crazy, Fiona,” he says in a low whisper. “I can’t get you out of my mind.” He drags his knuckles across my breasts. My nipples harden in response. “You’re so utterly fucking perfect.”

As if to emphasize his words, he grasps my nipple between his teeth. My back arches and my pulse races. I yelp against the gag at the feel of his sharp teeth, but a second later he laves my hardened peak with the flat of his tongue, and my body melts. It seems every nerve is on fire, every muscle taut. I want to beg him but I can’t.

He cups my pussy as he suckles my breasts, then he lowers his fingers between my legs. I convulse around him, I’m so eager for pressure, and his low, dark chuckle of pleasure makes me crazy.

“Do you need to come, sweet girl?” he whispers in my ear. I feel his body pressed up against mine, his hard length against my side.

I nod my head and try to reach for him, but my wrists strain tightly against my bonds. I nod again until I’m dizzy. I think he likes torturing me. A gentle touch of his fingers, then a sweep of his tongue, a pinch between my legs, then a stroke of perfect pleasure, until my hips buck and I ride his fingers as my body spasms with pleasure. I’m whimpering and lost, my world dark but my body so light I could fly.

I want to pleasure him as he does me, but just when I collapse, exhausted from the pleasure that consumed me, his phone rings. He draws away from me with a groan and takes off my blindfold. I blink, my eyes adjusting to the brightness in the room.

“You stay right there,” he orders. Not sure how I’d get away if I wanted to.

“What?” Lachlan glares at me, and it takes me a moment to realize it isn’t me he’s angry with, but whatever he’s hearing on the phone. “Jesus, Keenan. Right. Yes, of course. Let me know.”

He hangs up the phone a moment later and shoves it in his pocket. “Maeve’s been taken to the hospital.” He stabs his fingers through his dark hair. It’s gotten a little longish. “And Sheena’s been trying to reach you. Supposedly you sent her a message?”

He removes the makeshift gag. I shake my head.

“I haven’t texted her since yesterday,” I say with a frown. “What the hell?”

“The arsehole that took your phone did it, then. Wonder who else they contacted, pretending to be you?”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “My God.”

Are they everywhere?

“You need to call Sheena,” he says. He hands me his phone.

He doesn’t meet my eyes. “Everything okay?”

“Call her.”

With a frown, I do what he says.

“It’s me,” I tell her when she answers. “I’m using Lachlan’s phone because mine was stolen.”

“Stolen? So, you didn’t send me those messages?”

“No.” Her voice is strained. Is she crying? “Are you okay?”

She sighs. “I thought it was you that sent me the message. You said something about regretting going to America and that you wanted to… to end things.”

“Oh, God.”

Lachlan must hear the panic in my voice, for he sits beside me and holds my hand. I want to sit in his lap and feel his arms around me.


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