Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78773 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78773 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I shiver, pretending to be all nonchalant and casual while I fold my napkin and put it on the table.
“Yes, of course.” I smile at Aileen, ignoring the question in her eyes. “See you later.”
Her eyes flit from me to Carson, but I turn away before I give anything away.
His hand comes to my wrist, too low for anyone to notice, and as we approach the door, his hand travels lower, to the small of my back.
And the world ceases to exist.
Chapter 7
Carson
We’re leaving the dining room, and my mind’s swirling a mile a minute. I can already see her, naked and squirming helplessly over my knee, protesting under the lashes of my belt. Pleading for mercy when I give her none. And after I’ve striped her red, leaving with a jeweled plug between her cheeks to remind her of me, of her humiliation and punishment and obedience to me.
Am I out of my mind?
“Well, aren’t you just full of chatter,” she murmurs with a coy little smirk.
“Mmm,” I say, pushing her to the door with my hand on her back. “Not quite, lass.” The meeting room is vacant until my brothers arrive, but I’ll have to move quickly.
I don’t know what’s come over me. I’ve had months of celibacy, and now it’s as if someone’s unleashed latent desire I didn’t know was there. And everything I’ve held back since—hell, no, it was even before I was with Eve. Everything I’ve held back at all comes simmering to the surface with Megan.
She’s no stranger to me. I’ve watched her from afar. We’ve gotten to know each other just by virtue of the McCarthy family, me as their adopted. But now... now I’ve felt her turn on the full power of her charm, and I can no more hold myself back than I could stop a stampede of horses.
I tug her into the room and quickly lock the door. This is one of the few rooms in the entire mansion not under video surveillance. In here, we orchestrate highly confidential business, and don’t risk anything. And since it’s the only “dark” room in the house, it’s the perfect place to bring her.
I sit on a chair and draw her to sitting on my lap. She faces me, her eyes bright and curious, her beautiful, full lips slightly parted. I can’t help myself. I cup her jaw, bring her mouth to mine, and kiss those full lips until I sigh into her. She moans and sinks into me, her body soft and fragrant as she draws closer.
I cup her breast while I slide my tongue into her mouth. Her eyelids flutter closed, and her palm presses up to my chest. I drag my fingers from her jaw to her neck and flex my fingers. Her body freezes. I grasp tighter, and she trembles. Holding her neck, I flex just enough for her to feel my strength, while I touch her tongue to mine.
Her responding moan as she squirms on my lap makes me so hard, I thrust my hips, my hardened cock straining for release. I pull my mouth off hers with difficulty. I could kiss her all day long and not grow weary.
“You’re a naughty little girl in need of punishment.”
She bites her lip and casts her eyes downward. “Oh?” she asks. “I don’t know about that.”
I grasp her chin again and bring her eyes back to mine.
“What time did I tell you to be downstairs?”
She bites her lip and looks away.
“What did I tell you would happen if you disobeyed me?”
Her eyelids lower and she bites her lip. I squeeze my hand harder. “Megan.”
Footsteps sound in the hall, and for a moment we both freeze. Then they retreat.
“Yes, sir?”
“What did I say would happen?” I repeat in a low whisper.
“That you’d punish me, sir.”
I nod, reaching for the buckle at my waist. Her eyes widen as I unfasten it.
“Someone will hear,” she hisses. “You can’t—”
But no one will hear, and even if they did, they’d never suspect the sound was me whipping her.
I snap the belt out of the loops, fold it over, and drape her over my knee.
“Dress up,” I order. She wears a little tank top thing with thick straps that gathers around her chest, cinches right below her waist, then drapes down to the tops of her toes. She obeys, and I’m pleased to see she’s left her knickers off like I asked.
“Good girl.” I know I shouldn’t do this. I know I should walk away—no, run. My conscience haunts me with memories of Eve, my vows to Keenan, my allegiance to the Clan. I’m vowed to protect the women of the Clan, not fucking seduce them.
But I can’t fucking help myself. She’s as eager for this as I am, and I can’t turn away from the power of this seduction. I’m starving for this, to control and master, and her eagerness makes it damn near impossible to resist her.