Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“Not the welcome you were expecting, my lord?” She hisses, those eyes wild and fierce, full of crystal blue fire.
My gaze drifts from her face down lower, and when I take in the wet hair, and the pink, blushing skin, and the hurried way her dress isn’t quiet laced all the way up, I grin.
“Have I interrupted your bath, princess?”
Her mouth tightens, her scowl deepening.
“Maybe something even more interesting that had you equally as undressed?”
Heat blazes in her cheeks as her mouth drops.
“It is none of your business what you interpreted. But I can assure you, you are interrupting, and I’d like for you to leave right this—”
“I think we both know that isn’t happening, Cat.”
Her face flushes, and I watch a shiver tease across her skin.
“You may call me Lady McDoug—”
“How about I call you wife instead.”
A thin smile curls on her lips.
“Do you think you’re the first man to say that to me?”
“No,” I growl, my eyes narrowing. “But I promise you I’ll be the last.”
Cat swallows thickly, that flush in her cheeks rising. All I can think of is the soft, sweet sound of her moans—the way her hips pressed to mine, the way her hands feverishly gripped my clothes. The way she opened her mouth so willingly for me, hungry for me to take it.
She stiffens, her teeth raking over her lips.
“No man has, and no man ever will tame—”
“No man was ever man enough, to tame you,” I growl fiercely. My hand is still gripping the spear, and Catriona gasps as I push it aside and step towards her. She hisses, yanking the spear free of my hand and pointing it dangerously at me again. But same as before, I just grab it and wrench it to the side as I move into her.
She whimpers.
“But,” I hiss, my eyes locked on her as the heat between us builds. “I think we both know I’m not like any other men,” I growl lowly. “I think we both know that where they failed, I won’t.”
Catriona shivers, her eyes wild.
“And what is you think they failed at, my lord,” she tosses back, sarcasm dripping from her sassy lips.
Gods do I want to taste that devilish mouth again.
“Claiming you,” I growl.
I push the spear even more to the side, twisting it out of her hands, pulling it away, and tossing it aside. I move right into her as her eyes go wide and her breath catches. My hand goes to her hip, and the second I touch her, even through her dress, the fire roars in my heart. My entire body tenses, aching to stop holding back—to tear the dress from her body and let my mouth, hands, and cock feast on every inch of her creamy, soft skin. My other hand moves to her jaw, cupping it softly and yet possessively, my eyes burning dark fire right into hers.
“And I think we both know how silly this game is, my little princess,” I purr, “Because I know we both already know how mine you are.”
Her eyes are wide as saucers, her pouty pink lips parted as her jaw drops indignantly.
“Why you wicked, delusional, brute of a—”
I kiss her, and I kiss her hard. I’d say that the moment my mouth crushes to hers, the fire goes out of her. But if anything, it’s the exact opposite. I kiss her, and it’s like that fiery vitriol that was in her barbed words goes right into her kissing me right back. The girl attacks me, gasping softly as her lips sear to mine and her hands grip at the front of my tunic.
I kiss her like she’s mine.
…Because she damn well is.
Chapter 3
Catriona
And just like that, I’m lost all over again. One look, or maybe it’s just the proximity of him. But whatever it is about this damn man, I am powerless to resist it. Even before he actually kisses me, it’s like every inch of my body is responding to it ahead of time. Every piece of me craving his touch and aching for his lips on mine again.
…Aching for that wicked feeling of sin and temptation. For that scandalously addictive way I feel around him.
And when he does? When he finally throws my ridiculous spear aside, puts his hands on me, pulls me against him, and lets me feel every bruising moment of his lips crushing to mine?
God help me, it’s like setting fire to a pool of oil.
I whimper as our bodies come together, panting as his kiss steals my breath away. And I’m lost in that kiss, falling head over heels—that is, until suddenly, the reality of what I’m doing and who he is hits me again, and I gasp as I jump back from him. My brow furrows as I scowl, even if I’m not sure if I’m mad at him for kissing me, or me for kissing him right back.