Pure Vengeance

Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

Natasha

I hated lying to Lachlan, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him the truth. It wasn’t because I wanted to protect my father. Far from it, in fact.

Shame kept my lips sealed.

His touch almost seemed to soothe the lingering pain and I relaxed under the gentle glide of his fingertips over the bruises.

“Better?”

I startled at the sound of his voice and quickly nodded. “Yes. Thank you.”

“It must have been a heck of a fall.”

“I trip over air if I’m not careful.”

He laughed, but I wished I could shut up. The last thing I wanted was to draw attention to my flaws.

“I’ll kiss them better.” Still dressed, he lowered himself to his knees and kissed a path across the marks on my ribs, turning pain into pleasure.

Being naked in front of him while he was clothed did something to me. It was decadent and so achingly good… almost as if he was worshipping me.

Unable to help myself, I threaded my fingers through his thick blond hair and let my head fall back as his kisses fell on my hip, then down to my thigh. Slowly, and ever so gently, he encouraged me to widen my stance, then brushed soft kisses over my belly.

Oh, god. Was he…

“I’m your husband, but you can call me your god all you want. And yes, I am.”

Before I could be embarrassed over speaking out loud, he spread my folds with his thumbs and licked my pussy from bottom to top before sucking my clit into his mouth.

I cried out as my knees buckled. Somehow, he managed to hold me up, but I could barely stand as heated shards of pleasure coursed through my body. Instead of yelling at me for making noise, or for the death grip I had on his hair, Lachlan eased a finger into my channel.

The penetration into my virgin hole should have hurt, but the faint sting was quickly subsumed by excruciating pleasure. Without warning, I clamped down on his finger and screamed as I dragged his face closer to where I needed him the most.

My vision flickered into darkness, details of the room swimming out of focus as I came. I couldn’t stop the surge taking me down, nor did I want to.

Laughing softly, he rose to his feet and cradled my jaw in one large hand before kissing me. The salty taste of myself on his lips should have been disgusting, but it wasn’t. In fact, I wanted more.

“Yes, Natasha. We’re definitely doing that again. You won’t even need to beg, but I love hearing you scream my name when you come.”

“I…” I blinked and tried to make words work. “Wow.”

“Only wow?” He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a muscular chest dusted with dark blond hair. “I’ll have to up my game.”

“I think I might die of a stroke if you do.”

He smirked as he unbuttoned his trousers and slid them down over his lean hips. “But what a way to go.”

My knees wobbled as I stumbled to the bed, desperate to sit before I fell. His cock was…

God, would that massive thing even fit?

“There’s my good girl,” he crooned as he stalked closer. “Lie back, but don’t bother thinking of England. You’ll be too busy screaming my name.”

“Why would I think of England?”

“Never mind.” His smile made me utterly convinced he was a fallen angel. “It’s an old cliché Victorian mothers used to tell their daughters on their wedding nights.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“I told you to stop apologizing.”

“Yes, sir.” I bit my lip before another sorry came out.

“I forgot one thing.” Without waiting for me to answer, he got a small bottle from the nightstand drawer. “Lube to make your first time easier.”

I slid up the bed and covered my face with my hands. “So, so humiliating. How did you know?”

“I didn’t.” He crawled up the bed and pulled my legs apart, then wedged his hips between my thighs. “I guessed, and you confirmed it.”

“I’m so?—”

He gripped my chin before I could finish and said, “I told you not to apologize. Especially not for being a virgin. It’s the best gift I could have ever asked for, and I promise you won’t regret marrying me for a single moment.”

Trying to relax, I hauled in a breath and nodded. “I trust you.”

“Good girl.”

He lowered his head and licked my nipple, then pushed my boobs together to suck both of them at the same time as his thick cock bumped against my entrance. God, it felt so good. I lifted my hips, hoping to encourage him, but he didn’t take the bait.

Instead, he lavished attention on my breasts, driving me even crazier than I already was.

“Please, Lachlan!” I finally cried.

“Just getting you ready.”

He tightened his teeth on my nipple, and I gasped as pleasure shot into my core.

“I’m already ready already!”

Giving me that sexy, deliciously naughty smirk, he lifted himself off me until he rested on his knees, then slicked his thick cock with a generous coating of lube.

“I’ll go slow and try not to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

There were all kinds of hurt, and yeah, getting my cherry popped probably wouldn’t be comfortable, but I’d embrace the pain. Heck, I didn’t truly need the lube because I was already dripping for him.

True to his word, Lachlan was almost too slow, and I pressed my lips together before I begged for more. Instead, I decided to take my fate into my own hands and sank my nails into his taut backside.

Meeting his gaze, I lifted my hips as I pulled him down, making him impale himself inside of me. The pinch of pain was gone before I recognized it, and I cried out as he finally filled me.

For once in my life, I’d taken what I wanted. And god, it was fucking amazing—especially when he glared at me and hissed out a curse before surging into me with hard, consuming thrusts of his magnificently huge dick.

The bed creaked under us as he made love to me, and I wanted it to slam against the wall. I wanted everyone in the house to hear us, but my climax came too fast and too hard to give me a single second to breathe—much less ask for what I wanted.

Lachlan cursed again and stiffened above me. His cock swelled and I felt every single quiver as he erupted inside me. His heavy body fell to mine and I wrapped my arms around him as I sighed happily.

The day finally caught up with me and my eyes closed with him still inside me.

“Totally worth it,” I slurred, unable to shut my stupid mouth. “I’m so glad to be your wife.”

Lachlan

Damn her.

Natasha fucked me stupid and unconscious, then left my bed. Worse, she’d been a virgin. The pinkish tinge of blood on my cock put paid to my insistence that she wasn’t.

I couldn’t decide how I felt about it, yet part of me wanted to preen at giving her pleasure for her first time.

Sunlight streamed through the windows, and I cursed softly before getting up to shower and dress in jeans and a worn T-shirt. As I slipped my feet into my shoes, a knock sounded at my door. Thinking it was my errant wife, who would soon take her place where she belonged, I said, “Come in.”

To my surprise, Chelsea, my cook, walked in and said, “Your wife is in the kitchen making French toast stuffed with mascarpone, wild berry compote, and grilled sausage. There is also a pitcher of mimosas with fresh orange juice.”

“All right. Thank you.”

She nodded and took off her apron, then laid it over a chair. “Mr. O’Donnell, I’m not going to stop what you’re doing, but I won’t help you either. I’ve arranged for a meal delivery service to meet your future needs.”

“Wait.” Frowning, I held up my hand to stop her from leaving. “Are you quitting?”

She gave me a brief, humorless smile and patted a stray hair back into her customary gray chignon. “Let’s call it a leave of absence. I’ll return when your common sense does.”

Without another word, she walked out.

“Fuck.” I scraped a hand through my hair and texted Saoirse, instructing her to meet me for breakfast.

It was time to get things started, and judging by Chelsea’s behavior, not a moment too soon. Natasha wouldn’t be permitted to charm anyone else on my staff.

To my surprise, my sister was already seated at the breakfast table with a plate of food in front of her. Natasha hovered nervously, still wearing a full face of makeup and a T-shirt over leggings.

“Is it good?” she asked after Saoirse took a bite. “I can totally make something else.”

Saoirse waved her hand and shook her head as she chewed. After swallowing, she said, “Do not even dare. This is amazing.”

“It certainly smells amazing,” I said.

Natasha squeaked and rushed to the stove. “Have a seat, Lachlan. I’ll make you a plate.”

Christ. She was just as dumbly innocent as Saoirse thought. I was going to end up burning in hell next to her father, but I couldn’t let my revenge fade just because I was having second thoughts.

I poured myself a mimosa from the frosty pitcher, then leaned close to Saoirse. “Her appointment is in less than an hour. I don’t want to hear a word from you. Just take her and get it done.”

Before she could reply, I handed her the small box containing the jewelry Natasha would wear for the next six weeks. “Don’t fuck up.”

“And a happy good morning to you too.” Glaring at me, she broke a white capsule over Natasha’s drink and swirled it until the powder dissolved. “Also, fuck you without lube.”

“Here we go!” Natasha laid a plate in front of me, then fidgeted nervously before I took a bite of sausage.

“Delicious, sweetheart. Thank you.” I cut a piece of French toast and nearly moaned at the taste. “You’re a wonderful cook.”

Her delighted smile nearly stopped my heart, but I ignored the twinge in my gut.

“I poured you a glass,” Saoirse said, holding the doctored mimosa out for her. “And also, I’m low-key kidnapping you for the day. We’re going shopping, and maybe to the day spa for mani-pedis.”

“Oh, my gosh. That sounds like so much fun.” Natasha perched on the edge of a chair and lifted her glass to her lips. After taking a sip, she turned to me. “Do you mind if I go, Lachlan?”

“Not at all, but you should eat first. Saoirse’s shopping expeditions resemble a military invasion.”

“Gosh, I got so excited, I forgot my own breakfast!”

She returned quickly with another plate, but before she could sit, I asked, “Could I get more of that amazing sausage?”

“Sure thing! I’ll be quick.”

When her back was turned, Saoirse scowled and broke a second capsule over Natasha’s food. In a soft poisonous whisper, she said, “This is so wrong.”

“Get over yourself and remember our brother.”

“Fuck you.”

Smiling happily, Natasha laid a plate full of sausage on the table, then sat next to me. “Please, enjoy. I love cooking, and I’m so glad you like it.”

Her eyelids drooped before she finished her meal, and she sagged in her seat. I caught her before she faceplanted into the remains of her breakfast, then tossed her over my shoulder.

“It’s time. Let’s go.”