The Viper (Highland Guard #4)(100)

He jerked her hard against him, fury racing through his veins. “I don’t want your damned lands or your money.”

Her blue eyes met his, flashing with angry challenge.

“Then what is it you do want?”

He pulled her tighter against him, his body hardening at the contact. The battle raged inside him. What he thought he wanted. What he wanted. What he could have. All coiled together in a conflagration of pounding emotions he could no longer contain.

You. I want you. But he didn’t know how to say it. How to give words to what he was feeling. How to make everything right.

And then everything went wrong.

Nineteen

“I know what you want.” She moved her hips crudely against his hardness. “It’s all you’ve ever wanted from me, isn’t it? God, you are all the same!” She put her hand on him, molding it around his bulging cock. “If you don’t want my money, then how about my body?”

A blast of heat surged through his loins. In her reckless rage she was the most seductive, irresistible creature Lachlan had ever seen.

“Stop it, Bella.” He tried to unlatch her, but her hand held him firm. “That isn’t what I want.”

She laughed scornfully, the proof to the contrary hard in her hand. She stroked him, running her hand up and down his long length. She leaned closer to him, sliding her tongue over her bottom lip like a hungry cat. “Then what of my mouth, Lachlan? Will that convince you?”

It was no more than he deserved. He’d told her as much, but he’d lied then and sure as hell didn’t want that now. Well, at least not like this. “No, damn it—”

He froze when she dropped to her knees before him and furiously started to untie his braies. “Jesus, Bella, stop! Don’t do that!”

But his protest was weakened by what she was doing to him. Her hand was on him, stroking him, milking him with a boldness she’d never displayed before.

Wrong. The knowledge blared like a flickering candle in his head. He should push her away. This is wrong.

But God, it felt good. He couldn’t stop the groan as heat rushed to his groin. Swelling. Pulsing. Throbbing in her intimate grip.

Wrong. He grabbed the hand that gripped him, putting a harsh end to the sensual motion. “Damn it, Bella, stop!”

She looked up at him, her golden hair a blazing, tousled halo in the firelight. He jerked hard in her hand. Every muscle clenched against the temptation she presented. Those slanted, wide-set eyes, the plump, sensual mouth only inches …

Her eyes narrowed. He knew what she was going to do. Anticipation coursed through him in a hot rush, pulsing at the tip. He’d dreamed of this moment. It might be wrong, but he had.

She licked him. Dear God, she flicked out her tiny pink tongue and licked him. His knees buckled against the wave of pure pleasure, and he had to grab a wooden post to steady himself. The rush of heated sensation was unlike anything he’d ever imagined.

He must have made a sound because her lips curved in a slow, sensual smile. “I thought so.”

She held his gaze, her tiny hand circled around him. His heart stopped, his breath caught, and his muscles tensed in anticipation as her mouth moved slowly over him. Tell her no. Oh God …

She took him in her mouth. Deep in her warm mouth. Her soft pink lips wrapped tightly around him. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen; his darkest fantasies come to life.

He knew he should push her away. If he were half the man she wanted him to be, he would. But any further protest was lost in the mindless state of sensual oblivion.

She took him mercilessly, ruthlessly, every movement calculated to bring him to his knees. The warm suction of her lips drew him deeper and deeper into the hot cavern of her mouth, the loving circle of her tongue swirling around his head, the soft hand at his base gently pumping …

It was unbelievable. Mind-blowing. She knew exactly how to taste him, how to suck him, how to drive him wild with pleasure. How had she learned …?

Oh hell. He knew how.

He stiffened, pulling back. He might have found the strength to stop her, but she moved her hands around to grip his flanks, taking him even deeper. She sucked him harder. Faster. Milking him with her lips and tongue. Giving him no quarter.

Pressure gathered at the base of his spine. The sensations were too intense. He couldn’t hold back. It was right there. Pleasure so intense nothing could have made him stop.

He gripped the back of her head, holding her to him as he came deep in her throat with a fierce roar of pleasure. Jesus. God. Yes. Wave after wave pulsed through him.

She kept her mouth around him until she’d wrung every drop from him.

But then it was over. Passion fled as quickly as it had arrived, leaving him as cold and empty as the room suddenly felt.

Her hands dropped from his backside. The icy shock of air hit him as she let him slide from the warm, wet embrace of her mouth. The enormity of what he’d done pounded through him unrelentingly. He felt ill. So ashamed he didn’t even want to look at her. Honor? He had none.

He’d let her play the whore for him, giving proof to every bad thought she’d ever had about him.

He’d driven the only woman who’d ever tried to care for him to her knees, making her believe that was all he wanted from her. Any chance they might have had by his coming back was gone.

But the truth was far more bitter than that. Knowledge sank like a stone in his gut. It wasn’t until he’d sunk to the lowest depths of depravity that Lachlan acknowledged the truth: I love her.