Page 14 of Rekindled (The MacTavish Heirs #5)

In which Lucas Has Had Enough.

Catriona…

Three years ago…

“This is ridiculous. Take me home.”

Lucas has been dead silent since he punched poor Nick in the face. I dinnae have to be a doctor to know Lucas broke his nose when I heard the bones crunch.

He’s not speeding, he’s driving precisely the speed limit, and he refuses to look at me. We’re heading toward the ocean and away from my flat.

“What the hell do ye think you’re doing? Givin’ me the silent treatment because I went on a date?” The tendons in his jaw tighten, so I know he’s gritting his teeth.

It feels like a win.

Though he still dinnae talk and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna make conversation with the man who threw me over his shoulder like a sack of flour and carried me out of the party while everyone watched and whispered.

Ten minutes later, we pull up in front of a stone cottage on a secluded stretch of rocky beach.

It’s a wee thing, beautiful, shutters and trim painted blue, a lamp glowing in the window.

He pulls me out of the car, carrying me up the path and nudging the front door open with his shoulder before I can string enough words together to yell at him.

I find my voice when he sits on the couch, throwing me over his lap.

“Lucas- what the hell? Let go of me!”

Gathering my wrists behind my back with a firm grip, he tucks my legs between his as I kick out, trying to wrestle loose. His other hand rests on my arse, I can feel the heat of it, radiating through my dress.

“This is what you’ve been wanting, Cat.” He’s calm, almost emotionless, impenetrable as always. “Ye pushed me, wanting to get your way. You’re a grown woman acting like a bairn.”

“Are ye mad? Let me-”

Lucas tightens his hold. “Sneaking out of your flat like a spoiled schoolgirl, risking your life and making me chase ye all over town and for what? I find ye with that dodgy prick? This is done. Ye will not behave this way. ”

And then I say the daftest possible thing. The thing that seals my fate.

“Ye dinnae tell me what to do!”

My dress is pulled up and I feel it. His broad palm slamming over my arse. His hand’s the size of a bear paw and I feel the sting everywhere.

“Ye spanke d me, ye radge!” I’m kicking furiously now but the bastard’s got me in a grip with his long arms and legs.

He rips my knickers off, the torn silk thrown to the floor and the next smack goes across my bare arse.

The burn spreads under my skin as he slaps me with precision, one on each cheek again and again until my arse is on fire.

I feel his hand strike the sensitive skin just beneath my arse on my thighs, and a yelp escapes me before I can stop it. It stings, like needles pricking my skin and I writhe and twist and it dinnae change a thing.

“Stop it! How dare ye- Ow! Fecker!”

That gets me the hardest slap, on my inner thigh and I let out a screech.

There’s another.

And another.

Lucas rests his hand between my legs, his warm hand cupping me.

“Wet. You're soaking wet.” He hums disapprovingly. “This dinnae seem like much of a punishment if you’re gushing for me.” His fingers curl, running along my center and one tapping my clit, he chuckles when I jolt like I’ve grabbed a live wire.

I should fight.

I should throw my head back and break his fecking nose.

I should bite a chunk out of his leg.

I should not be so slick and hot.

“All that cheek and backchat and you’re just a wet little girl wanting to be spanked.” His voice is deeper, rumbling and I want to kick him for the amusement I’m hearing.

“Oh, my god just stop talking, ye bastard!” I press my face against his leg, feeling the muscles shift.

“Is this what would have made ye behave, these past four years?” Two thick fingers twist and slide inside me.

“Four years of ye being a condescending prick?” I gasp as one fingernail just barely scratches my G-spot and that jolt of electricity goes through me again, making my thighs tense and my toes curl. “Aye, most likely.”

“Hmm…”

I can feel the vibration of his growl as his hands slide to my waist, lifting and turning me on his lap and startling another yelp out of me as my sore behind hits his thighs, my back to his front.

And the thick, hard heat of his dick.

“Four years,” he growls into my ear, kissing me there.

His tongue tracing my fluttering pulse. “Four fecking years of wanting to spank the sass out of ye. I should’ve held ye down and put a tracker chip in your arse whether ye wanted it or not.

” His legs slide between mine, spreading me wider. “Look up, baby.”

I do, and see the mirror on the opposite wall. It’s a tiny room and the mirror is big and with the lamp switched on, my pussy is exposed, lewd, glistening and my thighs are a fiery red. I try to draw my legs together and he slaps my stinging skin again.

“Dinnae ye dare,” he rumbles in my ear. “I’ve been waitin’ for this. Fecking wanting this since I was assigned to ye, wee brat. Your pretty cunt on display, swollen and red from getting skelped. If ye dinnae behave, my belt is next…”

“Right.”

His hand comes down hard, slapping my entire pussy.

“Here.”

“Stop! It hurts, ye bastard.” I’m not being honest. Aye, it burns like fire, then it melts into something else. The hardness of him behind me, his arms around me, the cool air in the room against my stinging bits.

“Put your arms up.” His deep voice is a little hoarse and it makes me spitefully happy. I’m affecting him too, this cold, heartless giant. I do, and he pulls my dress up over my head. “No bra?” That dangerous tone is back.

“It’s not that kind of dress.” I watch his hands slide up, cupping and squeezing my breasts, sliding my nipples between two fingers, and tugging on them, too.

Tug.

Squeeze.

“I’m going to stretch ye wide, my bad Cat. Rough up your pretty wee pussy. You’re gonna be sore.” Lucas always means what he says, I know that after four years of him being my constant, enormous shadow. “I’ll give ye one chance.”

“Huh?” I canna take my eyes off his hands, tan against my pale skin and his fingers littered with scars, rough and calloused. He’s killed men with those hands, and now they’re on me, squeezing and kneading just enough to hurt but not too much.

“Tell me nae and I’ll stop.” He says it like it’s physically painful. I can feel his cock pressing against my back but he’s holding perfectly still. “I’ll put that dress back on ye and take ye home.”

“Dinnae do that.” The words rush out of my mouth, embarrassingly fast. “I’ll stay.”

I watch his reflection as his expression changes, going from his usual stoicism to something sharper, wolfish, his eyes glittering in the low light as he shifts just enough to open his trousers, whipping the belt out of the loops with a snap.

I feel his hand between us, unzipping and pulling himself out, hot, like a brand between my sore cheeks.

“Lean forward,” he bites my earlobe, “put your hands on my thighs. Dinnae ye dare look away from that mirror or I’ll spank your wet cunt and send ye home.”

There are a thousand things I should be thinking right now but only one word surfaces from my jumbled thoughts.

Finally.

Dimly, I hear the crinkle of a wrapper, the movement of his hand as he slides on a condom. Gasping, I lurch forward when the broad, silky tip pushes inside me, his grip tight on my hips and I know they’ll bruise and I want it oh- God, he’s thick.

“Your cunt is strangling me,” Lucas growls, his head down, watching his cock split me open. “Stretch for me, Cat. Be my good lass.”

There’s a sudden gush of slick as if even my pussy is eager to obey him and he growls approvingly, his thumb reaching around to circle my clit.

“Open wide, now.” His legs push mine further apart, the stretch in my tendons sharp and he’s inside me.

All the way. His hand is over my belly button, he presses firmly and we both feel it, how high, how impossibly deep he is, hot and throbbing inside me and I come, gasping and surprised, thrown into an orgasm as he groans.

“So fecking good ye are,” Lucas growls, lifting me halfway off his shaft and dropping me down again.

Dropping me and his cock surges back inside me as another orgasm comes racing after the first and then all I feel are his deep, punishing thrusts and his hand on my throat, whispering filthy things to me and dark promises and then his mouth meets mine, a messy kiss and he slams into me hard, one last time and we both shudder and moan, sharing breath and each other’s names.

It takes a long time to come back to myself from wherever Lucas sent me. I feel the roughness of his beard against my cheek and the scent of his cologne, subtle, like the forest. His nice, warm hand is gently rubbing the small of my back.

Then, I realize that he’s still completely dressed while I’m splayed so indecently and I cringe, arms covering my breasts .

“Shh, my good Cat.” He puts his suit jacket over me, warm, comforting. “My sweet lass.” Lifting me gently, he slides out of me, along with a rush of slick from us both, staining his trousers but he dinnae seem to notice, settling me sideways on his lap, arms around me tight.

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Radge - Scottish slang for dangerous idiot

Skelped arse - Scottish slang for spanking