QuinnThe flickering candlelight cast a warm glow over Lachlan's features as he slumbered peacefully beside me, his chiseled jaw partially obscured by the smattering of silver stubble that only added to his rugged allure. His arm was draped possessively across my waist, the weight of it grounding me amidst the hazy afterglow of our passionate encounters.My body still hummed with the echoes of my release, the delicious ache between my thighs a tangible reminder of the mind-shattering ecstasy Lachlan had coaxed from me time and again throughout the night. Even now, with the storm's fury subsiding to a gentle patter against the windowpanes, I could hear the phantom whispers of his commanding tones reverberating through my core."Come for me, leannan."Those four words, uttered with such primal intensity, had been enough to shatter the last remnants of my self-control, unleashing a torrent of pleasure unlike anything I'd ever experienced. The sheer intensity of my climax had left me trem
LachlanThe brilliant rays of the late afternoon sun pierced through the lingering clouds, casting a warm, golden glow over the island as the remnants of the storm finally began to dissipate. I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of my study, surveying the lush tropical landscape that surrounded my private oasis, a glass of fine Scotch cradled in my hand.Taking a slow sip, I allowed the rich, smoky notes to linger on my tongue, savoring the familiar burn as it trickled down my throat. Ordinarily, the sight of the sun's radiant beams breaking through the tumultuous skies would have filled me with a sense of relief, a promise of calmer days ahead. Today, however, it ignited a smoldering ember of trepidation deep within my core.As the turbulent weather patterns shifted, ushering in a temporary reprieve, the stark realization that Quinn's stay on the island could soon come to an end began to solidify into an ever-present weight upon my shoulders. The thought of her departure, of losin
LachlanIt was gathering twilight by the time I approached the ornately carved double doors that led to Quinn's suite, I could feel the weight of anticipation settling over me like a silken shroud, my every nerve ending thrumming with a heady cocktail of desire and determination.This was it—the first true salvo in my carefully orchestrated plan, the opening gambit that would set the wheels in motion and propel Quinn ever deeper into my inescapable web I had so meticulously woven. The thought ignited a flickering spark of primal hunger within me, a ravenous craving that demanded to be sated, no matter the cost.Drawing in a steadying breath, I raised my hand and rapped my knuckles against the polished wood, the sharp staccato echoing through the stillness that enveloped the corridor. For a fleeting moment, the only sound the faint rustle of leaves stirred by the gentle evening breeze.Then, from beyond the door, I detected the soft pad of footsteps, drawing ever nearer until the latch
Lachlan"Yes," she breathed, and with that, I claimed her mouth in a searing kiss, pouring every ounce of my desire, my hunger, my insatiable need for her into the melding of our lips. She responded with a fervor that matched my own, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck as she pulled me closer, deeper, surrendering herself to the inferno that raged between us.As our tongues danced and dueled, I could taste the sweet nectar of her submission, the heady elixir of her desire. It was intoxicating, addictive, and I knew in that moment that I would never have my fill of her. She was my match, my equal, my obsession. And I would stop at nothing to make her mine in every sense of the word.Reluctantly, I tore my lips from hers, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I fought to regain a semblance of control. Quinn's eyes were glazed with passion, her lips swollen and bruised from our kiss, and I knew that I had never seen a more erotic sight in my life."Come with me, leannan
LachlanI pulled back, my lips glistening with her essence, and looked up at her. I could see the desire and need burning in her eyes. "Play with yourself for me, Quinn. I want to watch your hands touch that beautiful body. But remember, you don't come until I say so. Understand?" I stroked myself as I watched her, seeing the conflict in her eyes as she battled between her need to obey and her desire to find release. She bit her lip, hesitating, and I growled, "Do it. Touch yourself and show me how much you want it." Quinn's hands trembled as they moved to her breasts, cupping and squeezing, her nipples hardening under my intense gaze. Her breath quickened as she pinched and tugged, her eyes fluttering closed. "Open your eyes, Quinn. I want you to watch me watch you. I want to see the moment you break." Her fingers trailed down her stomach, teasingly slow, before dipping between her legs. A soft moan escaped her lips as she began to play with herself, her eyes locked on mine. "Tha
QuinnI knelt, my hand trembling as I grasped his throbbing dick. I looked up met his smoldering eyes as I licked my lips His hand stroked my head, positioning himself at my mouth, and I took him in, swirling my tongue around the head, savoring the taste of his pre-cum. A sharp gasp escaped his lips as I sucked, taking him deeper, my hands gently caressing and cupping his balls."God, Quinn, your mouth," he groaned, his hands tightening in my hair. "Suck me harder, a ghràidh. Take all of me down your throat."I moaned, the vibration sending shocks through his body, and I felt his control waver. I wanted to please him, to drive him as wild as he did me, so I sucked harder, creating a tight seal with my lips and bobbing my head up and down. I could taste him on my tongue, feel his thickness as his wide head hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered but I pressed on needing his praise like a drug."Yes, Quinn, just like that," he growled, his hips bucking slightly, urging me on. "You're
QuinnI woke up to the soft rustling of leaves outside and the distant chirping of birds. The storm had finally passed, and the sun was streaming through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room. I stretched languidly, feeling a pleasant ache in my muscles from last night's activities. Lachlan was nowhere to be seen, but the indentation on the pillow beside me and the faint scent of his cologne lingered as a reminder of his presence.As I sat up, the events of the previous night came flooding back—the intensity of our connection, the way Lachlan had made me feel things I had never experienced before. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. But as much as I wanted to lose myself in the memory of his touch, I knew I couldn't afford to be distracted. I had come here for a reason, and time was running out.I quickly got dressed and made my way down to the dining room, where I found Lachlan already seated at the table, sipping a cup of coffee. He looked up as I entered, and a
QuinnI took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to say. "I'll stay, Lachlan. I'll write your memoir. But I have conditions."A slow smile spread across his face, and he stood up, coming around the desk to stand in front of me. "Name them," he said, his voice a low rumble."I want complete creative control," I began, my voice steady. "I want to be able to write the story as I see fit, without interference from you or anyone else."He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "Done. What else?""I want access to everything," I continued. "All your records, your files, your personal correspondence. I want to be able to interview anyone I choose, without restriction."He hesitated for a moment, and I could see the wheels turning in his head. Then, he nodded again. "Agreed. But in return, I have a condition of my own."I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue."You have to trust me, Quinn," he said, his voice serious. "You have to trust that I have your best interests a
The air on the island felt different now, heavy and charged, as though the approaching storm wasn’t confined to the sky. The once serene paradise had become a pressure cooker, the weight of it pressing down on Quinn’s chest. She stood by the tall windows of the villa’s living room, the horizon marred by dark clouds rolling in from the sea. The wind had picked up, rustling the palm fronds outside and carrying the salty tang of the ocean through the slightly open windows.Behind her, Lachlan paced like a caged lion, his phone pressed to his ear as he issued crisp, controlled orders. Yet, even in his attempts to exude calm authority, Quinn could see the signs of strain—the way his fingers flexed open and closed at his side, the tension in his jaw as he ground his teeth. His shirt, usually perfectly pressed, was rumpled, and his hair stuck up in places from where he’d clawed his fingers through it repeatedly.“Double the security at the perimeter,” he barked, his voice sharp enough to cut
The study was steeped in shadows, the late afternoon sun filtering through heavy blinds and casting fractured light across the room. The scent of old books mingled with the faint tang of salt carried on the sea breeze, but the air inside was heavy, suffocating.Lachlan stood behind his imposing oak desk, a figure carved from granite, while Clara lingered by the window, her silhouette fragile and waif-like against the glow. Quinn hovered near the doorway, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her mind caught in a tangle of questions she couldn’t yet untangle.Lachlan’s voice cut through the silence, low and sharp. “Start at the beginning. How were you kept from me? Why didn’t I know you existed?”Clara turned from the window, her eyes soft but resolute. “You have to understand, Lachlan, our mother wasn’t like other mothers. She made choices—choices she believed were necessary. Choices that tore us apart.”“Necessary?” Lachlan’s voice rose, his composure cracking. His hands gripped t
Quinn"I'm here to see Lachlan," the woman announced, a musical lilt barely imperceptible in her soft voice.I stood there, rooted to the spot, as Sims' thin lips tightened into almost invisibility. We all stood like statues staring at each other for several breaths before Sims finally ushered the woman inside. She moved with a grace that belied her frail appearance, her eyes darting around the grand hallway as if she took in every detail. It didn't look like she was familiar with the place.I couldn't help but stare at her, my mind racing with questions. Who was she? how did she know where this place was? Did Sims know her or not? I couldn't tell. And why did she seem so familiar?Sims led the woman to the formal drawing room, instructing the maid who had been lurking in the doorway there with a tray and coffee, to fetch Lachlan. I followed despite the austere butler not inviting me, my curiosity piqued. The woman sat down on the edge of the sofa, her hands clasped tightly in her lap
QuinnThe seaplane landed smoothly, the water spraying up like tiny crystals under the sunlight. I'd been surprised when Lachlan had shown me to the small plane as we watched the yacht turn into a small dot on the water the morning after the traumatic ritual I'd witnessed."I need to get home as soon as possible and I'm sure you want to get back to work." His answer had been taciturn and not at all fulfilling when I'd asked, but I'd let it go. At that point, all I wanted off this island as soon as possible and didn't really care what Lachlan's reasons were.Once back on Lachlan's home island, he helped me out of the plane, his hand lingering on mine for a moment longer than necessary. As we walked in silence towards the grand house, the waves crashing against the shore the only sound accompanying the slide of our footsteps, I wasn't sure whether I should feel relief or trepidation in returning to the now familiar spaces. With as few words as possible, I retreated to the beautiful roo
QuinnAfter our encounter on the island, we'd come back to the yacht and the gentle rocking of the ocean had lulled me into a state of drowsy contentment as I lay nestled in the plush bedding, the remnants of Lachlan's scent clinging to the sheets. The events of the past few hours swirled in my mind, a chaotic mix of horror, confusion, and a strange, unsettling arousal.The image of the woman on the altar, her lifeless eyes staring up at the moon, the blood dripping from the sacrificial dagger…it played on repeat in my memory, a macabre slideshow that continued to send shivers down my spine. Lachlan's explanation, his insistence that it was all a charade, a necessary deception to maintain control within the Order of the Serpent…it echoed in my ears, a desperate plea for understanding, for trust.And then there was the knife. He had shown me the prop dagger. I had held it in my hand and it had collapsed allowing it to seem to stab but not really. But it was still sharp. My skin pebbled
**Reader warning - This chapter involves consensual knife and blood play. If this is disturbing to you or not your yum, move on, you won't miss any major plot points. If you thinks it's hot, or if you're a little curious, read on dear reader! Don't yuck the yum before you read it! :) xoxo**Lachlan Quinn's body trembled under my hand but she nodded, her eyes never leaving the blade. I smiled to myself. "I need your words for this, my love." "Green, sir," she breathed, and relaxed against the cool wood making my cock jump in anticipation. Jesus, the surrender made me harder than the acacia wood I had her laid."Oh, mo chroi, what a good girl you are," I growled, trailed my free hand through her hair and down her bare back. "Now stay very still unless I tell you." I slipped my fingers under her loose pants followed by the sharp edge of the blade and a second later, they fell to the floor with her shirt leaving her perfect body bare before me spread over my desk. It was a sight I'd co
LachlanThe weight of Quinn's gaze bore into me, her mossy green eyes reflecting a tumultuous sea of doubt and fear. I could see the gears turning in her mind, the struggle between wanting to believe me and the horror she had witnessed. I knew I was asking a lot of her, perhaps too much. But I also knew that our bond, the connection that had grown between us, was stronger than the webs of deceit spun by the Order.I reached out, tracing the line of her jaw with my fingertips. Her skin was soft, warm, and slightly flushed from the emotional turmoil she was experiencing. She didn't pull away from my touch, but her eyes remained wary, questioning."Quinn," I murmured, my voice low, soothing. "I know this is hard for you. I know it's a lot to take in. But I need you to trust me. I need you to believe in us."She bit her bottom lip, a habit I found both endearing and arousing. "I want to, Lachlan. I just…I need something more. Something to hold onto, to prove that what you're saying is tru
QuinnLachlan’s grip felt warm and strong around mine, a stark contrast to the icy grip of fear that still clenched my heart. He led me back towards the villa, his steps measured and calm, as if we were returning me from a collapse at the edge of the sea after witnessing a horrific ritual sacrifice. I stumbled along beside him, my mind a maelstrom of confusion and terror. The image of the woman on the altar, her lifeless eyes staring up at the moon, blood dripping from her fingers was burned into my retinas.He led me back to a study, almost a duplicate of the one in his home on his personal island leaving no further question in my mind as to who this home belonged to."Sit, leannan," he said, depositing me on a small couch. He poured me a glass of amber liquid pressing it into my trembling hands. He sat opposite me in a dark teak armchair, his gaze intense, searching. "Quinn," he began, his voice low and soothing, “what you saw…it wasn’t real.”I stared at him, the brandy sloshing ove
QuinnBefore me lay a sight that would haunt my dreams forever.A sprawling, ancient-looking temple loomed in the center of the clearing, its walls adorned with twisted, serpentine carvings. The air was heavy with the stench of incense and something far more sinister. The chanting grew louder, a cacophony of voices that seemed to come from all directions. My mouth gaped open. I shut my eyes for a long moment, not able to believe what I was seeing. It was like I had dropped into that old movie Romancing the Stone. Surely once I opened my eyes again, it would all be gone.But when I dared to look again, my eyes locked on Lachlan standing at the top of the altar, his eyes closed, his face tilted upwards as if in supplication. He was dressed in a long, black robe, the hood thrown back, revealing the handsome, chiseled features I would know anywhere. Except this time, the face I'd grown to love was cast in dangerous looking shadows, the fire from what had to be hundreds of torches mimickin