Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“I see,” I say, nodding. “I can respect that. Hell, I’d even prefer that to what my father does.” I hate how he flaunts his money and name, inspiring fear in anyone we meet. He wants every single citizen of Inverness to know who Aitkens is. He wants preferential treatment, respect, fear. I know this now. And I despise it. I reckon I'd like to have a quiet little retreat in the mountains like this, where no one knows my name.
“I wish I remember meeting you. Did we meet, then?” he asks.
“No, I just saw you from a little ways away. The details are very vague.”
He grins. “Aye, love. I know if I met you, I wouldn't have forgotten who you are."
I flush pink. “You flatter me, Mac.”
“I don’t. I simply say the truth.” He pulls out his mobile and looks at the time. “We’ve got to get the work you need to do from town. Bring it back here. Have you gotten in touch with your father today?"
I like that he’s concerned, that he doesn’t want to cause issues between me and my dad.
“Aye, and we’re good for now. He thinks I’m at a friend’s house.”
Mac scowls, and I feel guilty for lying to him. So bloody guilty.
“And he also thinks your bodyguard’s with you, doesn’t he?”
I nod. I do feel guilty about that part, and tell Mac about the conversation I had earlier with Michail.
We reach his chalet when I finish the story. Truth is, the way Mac’s face flushes in anger satisfies the hell out of me.
“I’ll kick his fuckin’ arse, if he talks to you that way again.”
“And I’d like to see you do it, but the problem is, what if he goes to my father? We have to make sure he stays quiet.”
“Aye,” Mac says. He opens the door, and we go in.
I sigh. The smell of the wood-burning stove, the faintest lingering scent of coffee, and the clean smell of the pines makes me feel like I never want to leave this place. It's so homey, the most comforting place I've ever been, even including that beautiful flat he has in town. I don’t ever want to leave this place. I’ve never had a place I liked coming home to.
My conscience troubles me at the thought of what I must do, why I’m here. I’ve got to find a way out of this. I must.
But I don’t know how.
I’m going to tell him. I’ll tell him the truth, all of it. I have to. I can’t hide it from him anymore.
The next second, I’m distracted, though, because Mac turns to me, fierce possession in his gaze. His blue eyes flash, and he’s in my space.
For one brief moment, I wonder if the gig is up, if he’s brought me here to hurt me, for there’s nothing gentle in his gaze or touch.
“Clothes off,” he grates in my ear, his hands already scrambling to help me strip. “I want you fuckin’ naked. I want you on your knees. I’m gonna fuck that sweet, pretty pussy of yours until you scream, darlin’. So when we go into town, you don’t forget who you belong to.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
Chapter 11
Mac
I don’t wait for her to strip, but help her with the job, tearing her clothes off so quickly they rip. They fall in a heap on the floor beside her, and she shivers with cold. So I wrap my arms around her to warm her, and in one fell swoop, pick her up in my arms, and take her to the bedroom.
I kick open the door and lay her, naked and trembling, on the bed.
“On your knees,” I order, delivering a sharp spank on her naked arse to hurry her along. She quickly moves to do what I tell her, a pink flush on her cheeks telling me she’s enjoying the fuck out of this.
I rip open a condom, unzip my trousers, and remove my hard, swollen cock. I glide the condom on, position myself behind her, and without preamble, slam my throbbing cock into her.
She arches her back and her head falls to the side as she moans and presses up against me. I slap her arse again, enjoying the feel of the sting on my palm, the bright red mark that blossoms against her skin. So fucking gorgeous.
“Mac,” she moans, as I thrust inside her. I take a minute to appreciate this, to feel the way she clenches around me and takes all of me, eager for more.
“Good girl,” I say, wrapping my fingers around her hair and yanking her head back. She moans and moves with me as I fuck her.
“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” I say, groaning as the walls of her pussy milk my cock, and we ride together in harmony, chasing our bliss.