Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

I started to rock and tilt as he coaxed my juices to flow for him. He pushed my knees wider and I balanced myself with my palms flattened on the counter as he blew over my exposed clit. His warm, powerful breath made me whimper.

“Fuck, Lachlan,” I moaned.

But he didn’t stop. His tongue whipped back and forth, strumming my clit as I jutted forward. He latched with his mouth, sucking while I whimpered for my release.

“Do you like it when I fuck you with my tongue?”

“God, yes,” I replied, trying not to scream out.

“Tell me.”

I wiggled forward, wanting his tongue back inside me, shifting my hips wildly for him.

“I want your tongue inside me. Fucking me,” I whispered.

“God, I love your dirty mouth.”

He licked over my clit before swirling and twisting his tongue in my entrance. My eyes opened as I glanced over my shoulder at our reflection. What I saw was the most erotic thing I’d seen in my life. Lachlan’s head was buried between my thighs while my dress was hiked around my waist. My hair fell down my back and my body had a new seductive rhythm I didn’t know I was capable of.

He lifted my leg over his shoulder, giving him access to lick and suck deeper. As soon as I felt the deep pad of his thumb circle my clit, I knew I couldn’t hold back. I held and clenched, holding on to the last seconds that were mine before I gave everything to him. But there was no defense. He knew my body already. His tongue slid back and forth and I wanted to come in his mouth.

The orgasm hit me with sudden force. I convulsed around him, clenching and thrashing while his tongue moved in and out.

When I finally stopped moving, he rose from the floor and smiled at me. “So fucking hot.”

I pressed my forehead against his chest. I didn’t know what to say. His heart beat as loudly as mine did.

He held his hand out for me to take. “Should we have dinner?”

I looked at him questioningly. I was sure he had more planned.

“Don’t worry, love. There’s more once we get back to the hotel.” He smiled widely.

I didn’t know how in the hell I was going to walk out of this room. My legs were unsteady like noodles and I was completely flushed. If people didn’t know I was Lachlan’s before—they’d have no doubt now. I could feel the hold he had on me. The way he had offered something to me I never thought I would like. I didn’t know I could be the kind of woman who wanted to be possessed.

I took a deep breath with the new realization about myself.

“Oh, I need a second to get these back on.” I held up the panties.

He grabbed them and threw them in the trash. “From now on, no panties, love.”

My mouth dropped, but I didn’t argue. I now knew I had lost all control. Lachlan Kenzie owned me.

19

Lachlan

The sweat dripped from my brow. I wiped it away with the back of my hand. The pitch was hotter than the rest of the stadium, but I played on. This was our last practice until the tournament started tomorrow.

We were lucky we got to play in Rio. Some of the other teams had to travel hours away for their matches.

I dodged to the ground as a ball came toward me. I held it forward and kicked it toward centerfield. If the guys played like this, we’d never score. They hadn’t gotten one past me yet.

I’d like to think it was because I was that damn good, but I knew the other side of that was that our offense needed work.

I grabbed the net between my fingers and plucked at the rope,

watching the action at the other end of the field. No one was getting anything out of this scrimmage.