Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 83120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
I slap her arse again.
“We need to talk,” I say through gritted teeth before I give her another searing spank. “And we’ll talk with your pussy hugging my cock and my palm against your arse whether you like it or not.”
“You fucking twat!”
I spank her again, my cock throbbing when my palm connects with her naked skin.
“Jesus,” she whimpers, and she collapses on the bed.
“Let it go,” I whisper as she finally gives into me. “That’s the girl I know.”
That’s the girl I love.
I thrust in and out, my need ramping up with every stroke of my cock in her hot, tight cunt. She grips the bed, white-knuckled, as I fist her hair and shove in and out. Owning her. Branding her.
“You’ll listen to me now, won’t you, Ais? Or do you need my belt against your arse?”
“Jesus Christ,” she groans. Her cheeks are flushed. “You’re a monster.”
“Aye, lass,” I say, not bothering to deny it. “But this monster will fucking slay your demons.”
She whimpers and rolls her hips as I slam in and out. I draw my cock to nearly out of her, and she arches her back for more. I spank her again, a hard smack where the curve of her arse meets her thighs, and my cock throbs. Again and again I thrust, relishing every moan and little scream she emits.
“Don’t you come,” I order. “You’ll fucking come when I allow you.”
“You’re maddening!”
“Aye,” I say with a dark chuckle. “As are you. Fucking match made in heaven, I’d say.”
She whimpers as my need ramps higher. I’m on the cusp of release, and I know she is, too.
“Will you behave yourself?”
“Aye,” she says. She’ll say fucking anything now.
“Will you listen to me and not hide?”
“Ayyyyeee,” she moans, her eyes shut tight.
Thrust.
“Will you trust me?”
A pause, a tear, and a whimper.
“Aye,” she whispers.
“Good girl,” I say, bending down to kiss the curve of her back. “Good girl. Come for me, love. Come with me.”
She’s crying freely as I roar through my release, her body spasming beneath mine. She’s moaning and gripping the bedclothes when my hot come lashes into her. I fuck her until I’m spent, until she is too, and she collapses from exhaustion and relief.
I lay the weight of my body on top of her, holding her beneath me.
“The next time you throw something at me, I’ll cane your willful little arse before I fuck it.”
She blinks and looks abashed. “You wouldn’t.”
“Fucking try me.”
She bites her lip. “I will.”
Jesus.
I roll over and tug her onto my chest, my temper not yet sated. I grasp her chin between my fingers and hold her gaze.
“I’m sorry I was a fucking douche. I wish I’d kicked Clifford’s arse from here to fucking Wales. Given the chance, I still might. Next time, I will. You deserve that and so much fucking more, and I’m sorry.”
She blinks, her eyes watering. “I’m sorry I lost my temper, too. And you can’t beat up the headmaster. That’d be terrible for… publicity and public relations and all.”
“Like I give a fuck about publicity and public relations. Tell me the truth. Did he touch you?” Screw beating him. I’ll slice his fucking neck.
“Only my arm.” I reach for her arm and drag it to my lips.
“This one?”
She nods, her eyes widening as I plant kisses along the length of it.
“You’re a wild one, Tiernan Hurston.”
I snort. “You ought to talk, love.”
She reaches up to me, holds my face in her hands, and kisses me full on the lips. “Sometimes only wild things understand other wild things, I think.”
I smile and lay my hands atop hers. “I think so, too.”
She sighs. “What do we do now?”
“I bring you home,” I say. “I’ll confirm with Keenan.”
“Home?”
She must wonder where “home” is.
I nod. “Back to the mansion.”
“And then what?” I hold her to me.
“Then we find who’s after you. We end the threat against us. We clear your name.”
She sighs. “This isn’t over, Tiernan.”
“I know, lass,” I say. I kiss her cheek. “But it will be.”
We clean up and pack our bags. I still have no cell service, but she shows me how to use the internet connection to call Keenan. I tell him everything.
“Bloody hell,” he groans. “I’ll have Carson dig around.”
Carson, Clan bookkeeper, is also our resident techie. He’ll dig and see what he can find.
“Thank you.”
“Is she safe?”
I hold her to me. “For now. And I won’t let anyone hurt her.”
She squeezes me tightly as I hang up with Keenan.
“I want to take you home,” I tell her. “I need you safe.”
She pushes herself up on her elbow. “Listen, babe. Seriously. I don’t know if going back is the right thing.”
“We aren’t staying here—”
“Just listen.”
I blow out a breath. “Go on.”
“The headmaster’s here, and he obviously knows something. I don’t know if he’s in touch with anyone, but I’m a wanted woman, and my identity’s likely been outed. Yes?”