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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I shiver and look at him. “Lachlan, I—”

But I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to voice that love scares me.

I don’t want to hurt again, and no one has the power to hurt me like he does.

And then he’s undressing me, and my mind goes blank, because I can’t focus beyond the feel of his fingers on my body, the pulse of heated arousal at his touch. He kisses me so fiercely I fear he’ll leave a mark, then pulls away only long enough to undress himself. He comes back to me, stripped to his boxers, and reaches for me. He doesn’t position himself above me, though, not like before, but lifts me up and flips me to my belly.

“On your hands and knees,” he says in my ear. “I want to own you.”

He slaps at my backside. Oh, God. Now?

Now?

But the pulsing heat at my core tells me not to lose my chance, not now when I so badly ache for this.

I scramble to the correct position. Maybe I am too young for him, too immature. But the next moment the voices in my head quiet when he reaches for a bedside drawer, and I marvel that he’s as prepared as he is. He trickles warm oil in his hand, massages them together, then spreads it on my arse.

I nearly jolt from the arousal that zings through me at the feel of the warmed oil. He pushes against my hole with his thumbs, and I suck in a breath.

“I ought to whip your arse for that mouth of yours.”

I stifle a whimper.

“Oh. Oh, God,” I say in a voice that sounds sort of like a squeak when he spreads me wider.

“Never been fucked there.”

“Of course not.”

“Good. Then when we land you’ll still feel me.”

I shiver.

Don’t fall for it, I tell myself. Just enjoy this. It’s his parting gift.

Only Lachlan’s parting gift is fucking my arse.

A few moments later, I feel more oil, more pushing as he pushes at the ring of muscle. It burns, but my whole body convulses and my breathing hitches. I contract and gasp when I feel his cock at my entrance, then scream out loud when he slaps my arse.

“That’s for being a good girl,” he says with a low chuckle, before he slams his palm across my arse again, much harder. I yelp at the searing pain. “And that’s for being a brat.”

I look over my shoulder and scowl at him, which only earns me a third smack of his palm.

“Touch yourself,” he says. “Or I’ll spank you.” He traces his index finger at the curve just below my bottom. “More sensitive there. It’ll hurt more.” Then he gives me a demonstration.

“Fucking hell—ow!” This smack was the hardest yet. My skin burns but my pussy throbs. I brace myself on one hand while I stroke my fingers through my swollen folds and gasp at the instant sensation, at the same time I feel the hard yet soft tip of his cock on my arse.

“Good girl,” he says, stroking his cock along my slit. “Just like that. No more touching. Now brace yourself.” My need ratchets higher and higher. I’m nervous about him taking this virginity even more than I was the first time.

I brace myself on the bed below, my hands flat out in front of me. I feel more exposed than ever, and I wonder at my choices. Will I regret this? But the next moment, I can’t think anymore when he spreads my cheeks wide with his large hands.

“Lachlan,” I say, my face heating.

“Relax,” he says, easing more oil and his thumb through my tight ring. “Relax.”

His words settle over me with warm comfort and assurance. I relax. And when he gently pushes his cock in me, I clench around him, my pussy spasms, and I gasp for breath. My eyes flutter closed as they roll back in my head.

“Christ, Fiona,” he grates, as he slowly builds a perfect rhythm. The sense of invasion fades as lightning licks through me, my nerves on fire. He’s cursing in harsh Gaelic, but I can’t make out the words, his voice seems so far away and I’m so enveloped in my own ratcheting need.

I never knew this could be so erotic, so hot, but him taking me from behind like this makes me feel used in the best possible way. Every groan he emits, every thrust of his hips, the tension that coils in my belly and core brings me closer and closer to release.

He drops his hands beside mine, his body folding over me. Our skin touches and his fingers entwine mine. I close my eyes and swallow hard, my pulse racing.

“I need to come,” I whisper, my voice trembling and affected.

“Then come, love,” he whispers in my ear. “I want to hear you scream.”


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