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QuinnI woke with a gasp, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. The last vestiges of the dream clung to me, a chilling premonition of darkness and danger despite the way Lachlan had put me to sleep. But now he was gone. I rolled over into his pillow which was cold beneath my cheek, the lingering scent of his cologne a cruel reminder of his absence.Panic clawed at the edges of my consciousness. Where was he? What was happening? I vaguely remembering that he'd received a message before he'd carried me to our room, the tension that had radiated from him unmistakable – it all pointed to something sinister, something I couldn’t ignore.I scrambled out of the sheets, pulling on shorts and t-shirt, my movements jerky and uncoordinated. The yacht was eerily silent other than the hum of the engines, the gentle rocking motion doing little to soothe my frayed nerves. I stumbled out of the study and into the corridor, my bare feet padding softly against the plush carpet.“Lachl
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
QuinnThe email pinged into my inbox, the sound cutting through the din of the bustling newsroom. My heart skipped a beat as I read the subject line: Re: Interview Request - Lachlan McIntyre.With trembling fingers, I opened it, my eyes devouring the words hungrily. After months of persistent requests and dead ends, I finally had my chance - an exclusive interview with the notoriously reclusive billionaire, Lachlan McIntyre.A thrill shot through me, that electric tingle of a journalist on the verge of a huge scoop. This was the story that could make my career, if I played my cards right. Lachlan McIntyre was an enigma, shrouded in mystery and intrigue. A real-life Gatsby, his rise from obscurity to unimaginable wealth was the stuff of legend, his business dealings cloaked in secrecy.I had made it my mission to unravel the truth behind the myth. And now, I finally had a foot in the door.The email detailed the terms of the interview - it would take place at McIntyre's private island
QuinnExactly one hour later, a soft knock caused my eyelids to pop open. I'd given up pacing my anxiety away and lay down on the bed, my hands clasped over my chest, trying to remember the meditation breathing exercises I'd learned over the years. It wasn't working."Ready, Miss?" Sims smooth voice flowed through the heavy double doors.Smoothing down the white cotton of the maxi dress I'd chosen for the interview, I took a final cleansing breath, pasted a smile on my face, and greeted Sims.The implacable house manager led me to yet another wing of the house; this one all rich dark wood and soft lighting. Oil paintings of haunting moors and dramatic storms lined the hunter green hallway. Interesting. The rumors were that McIntyre was probably from southern California, but his choice in art was strange for a Cali boy.My musings were interrupted when Sims stopped in front of a dark oak door. The latch clicked loudly as the man turned the large, old-fashioned brass doorknob and motion
LachlanThe storm had come up quickly and had begun to rage outside, but I barely registered the sounds of wind and rain lashing against the windows. My entire world had narrowed to the bewitching young woman sitting mere inches away.Quinn Pearce.The ambitious journalist who had been doggedly pursuing me for over a year, determined to unravel the truth behind my empire. I'd agreed to this interview out of grudging respect for her tenacity, fully intending to reveal just enough to satisfy her curiosity while keeping her at arm's length. Giving her the standard lines and backstory my team and I had carefully crafted over the years.But now, seeing her in front of me with the storm raging around us, I found myself inexplicably drawn to her -- a moth to the flame.It would be so easy to lose myself in those luminous eyes, to drown in their whiskey-warm depths. To let that lush pout of lips part for me, to taste the sweetness of her mouth...The thought sparked a rush of heated need thro
QuinnThe wind howled furiously outside, lashing the windows with stinging sheets of rain. I shivered despite the warmth of the room, feeling unsettled in a way that went bone-deep.My interview with Lachlan had taken an intense, unsettling turn. One minute he was all business, deflecting my probing questions with that infuriatingly vague charm. The next, the atmosphere seemed to thicken and churn with an electric, undeniable tension.The way he'd looked at me, boxed me in with that powerful body...I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to banish the visceral memory. That searing gaze had stripped me bare, igniting a rush of heated awareness unlike anything I'd ever experienced.Get a grip, Quinn. He's just a man - an influential, wealthy one, sure, but still just a man. One who clearly knows how to use his natural magnetism to his advantage.Wrapping my arms around myself, I moved toward the windows, watching the storm's fury escalate. Lachlan's words echoed in my mind."This storm doesn't
LachlanAs the storm continued to rage outside, I sat alone in the dimly lit dining room, the clatter of rain against the windows providing a fitting soundtrack to my darkening mood. The interview had gone differently than I'd anticipated, Miss Pearce's relentless questions and perceptive insights unnerving me.I'd expected her to be impressed by my carefully crafted public image, to accept the stories of my humble beginnings and remarkable rise to power at face value. Instead, she'd probed and prodded, sensing there was more behind the curtain, and that frustrated me.But then, the storm had provided the perfect distraction, the intense electricity in the air mirroring the charged atmosphere between us. I hadn't missed the way she'd responded to me, that subtle flush on her cheeks, the way her eyes had darkened with desire.A smirk tugged at my lips as I recalled the way she'd been drawn to explore my sanctuary, her curiosity getting the better of her journalistic discretion. When I'
LachlanSitting at the end of the long, teak dining table, I drummed my fingers on the table. I couldn't remember waiting so impatiently for anyone, especially a woman. But all afternoon, I'd been anxiously awaiting this dinner like I was some unexperienced teenager. At long last, the sound of soft footfalls on the marble floors signaled her arrival. I couldn't suppress a predatory smile as I inhaled the sweet scent of her perfume, a subtle blend that beckoned me to her like a siren's song.She entered the dining room with slow steps, her eyes adjusting to the candle light. The gown she wore was a simple, elegant affair - a deep navy number that hugged her curves and fell in a graceful cascade to her knees. A thin strap of crystals slung over one shoulder the only thing holding the top of the dress in place. My lips curled at the sight of the rapid pulse point at her throat as I stood to greet her."Mr. McIntyre," she said, her voice a soft murmur in the hushed space."Lachlan," I co
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
QuinnI woke with a gasp, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. The last vestiges of the dream clung to me, a chilling premonition of darkness and danger despite the way Lachlan had put me to sleep. But now he was gone. I rolled over into his pillow which was cold beneath my cheek, the lingering scent of his cologne a cruel reminder of his absence.Panic clawed at the edges of my consciousness. Where was he? What was happening? I vaguely remembering that he'd received a message before he'd carried me to our room, the tension that had radiated from him unmistakable – it all pointed to something sinister, something I couldn’t ignore.I scrambled out of the sheets, pulling on shorts and t-shirt, my movements jerky and uncoordinated. The yacht was eerily silent other than the hum of the engines, the gentle rocking motion doing little to soothe my frayed nerves. I stumbled out of the study and into the corridor, my bare feet padding softly against the plush carpet.“Lachl
LachlanQuinn's scent, a heady mix of arousal and the subtle floral perfume she favored, overwhelmed my senses as I lowered my head and ripped the panties from her body. I'd buy her new ones. Spreading her thighs wide, I gazed at her pretty pink folds, glistening like dew on the rose petals in my garden in the morning. I licked my lips at the picture of wanton abandon she made. All for me. Only weeks ago, she would have been blushing and trying to hide from me. Not any more. Now she was mine.I rested her knees on my shoulders before diving in. I tasted her, my tongue laving over her folds, taking my time to savor every drop, search out every silky inch of her. The soft gasps escaping her lips, the way her fingers tangled in my hair, urging me closer – it was all intoxicating.Her taste, sweet and musky, ignited a fire in my gut, making my shaft harden and beg for release. I delved deeper, my tongue probing her channel, teasing, lapping up the juices she was making just for me. Her hip
QuinnMy breath hitched, caught somewhere between my lungs and my throat. Lachlan stood in the doorway, his grey eyes stormier than any of the clouds I'd seen in the hurricane we'd just been through. The light from the porthole behind him made him glow like a vengeful god. The gentle rocking of the yacht, once a soothing lullaby, now made me sway unsteadily on my feet. My stomach churned.“Lachlan,” I managed, my voice a mere tremor. The laptop screen glowed behind me, the blinking cursor damning me. My mind raced, scrambling for an explanation, a justification, anything to bridge the chasm that had suddenly opened between us.He took a slow, deliberate step into the room, the click of his shoes against the polished wood floor echoing in the sudden, heavy silence. He didn't speak, didn't break eye contact. The air crackled with unspoken accusations, with the weight of my breach of trust.“I… I can explain,” I stammered, the words tasting like ashes in my mouth. But how could I explain
Careful not to disturb Lachlan's slumber, I slipped from the couch and quickly dressed, my heart pounding in my chest as I made my way to the door. I paused for a moment, my gaze lingering on Lachlan's sleeping form, drinking in the sight of him one last time before stepping out into the corridor.I had no idea where to start my search, but something told me that the answers I sought would be found in Lachlan's personal study on the yacht. It was a risk, I knew, a breach of the trust and intimacy we had built over the past few weeks. But Cat's warning echoed in my mind, her fear palpable even through the distortion of the phone line.Don't trust anyone, not until we know what's really going on.With a steadying breath, I made my way down the stairs to Lachlan's office.[continue the story from this point]The corridor leading to Lachlan's study seemed to stretch endlessly before me, the plush carpet muffling my footsteps as I crept forward. My heart thundered in my chest, the sound of m
QuinnSoreness all over my body greeted me as the first rays of dawn filtered through the cabin windows, casting a warm, golden glow over the tangled sheets and our entwined bodies. I smiled slowly, allowing my fingers to graze the intricate Celtic tattoo that wound around Lachlan's tan arm. I reveled in the warmth of his body as consciousness gradually returned and the memories of the night before came flooding back in vivid detail.Lachlan's hands on my body, his touch igniting a fire that had seemed to burn hotter with each passing moment. The feel of the soft leather restraints around my wrists, the delicious surrender as I yielded control to him. The exquisite blend of pleasure and pain as he pushed me to new heights of ecstasy with the giant dildo and the flogger. My begging and screams echoing through the cabin now making my skin reddening with embarrassment as I remembered them.Even with the embarrassment of my wantonness, I couldn't control the shiver that ran down my spine a
LachlanLeaning down, my lips captured hers in a searing kiss, my tongue dueling with hers as my hands continued their exploration. I traced the curve where her waist flared at her hip then dancing across her skin to tease the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She mewled and writhed under my touch as she recognized my dominance over her, body and soul.With effort, I broke away from her sweet lips, trailing kisses down her neck, lingering at the delicate spot where her pulse raced. My teeth grazed her skin, a gentle bite eliciting a pretty gasp from the mix of pleasure and pain that hardened my cock even more. Biting back my own groan, I continued my descent, my lips and tongue tracing a path down her collarbone, her sternum, until I reached the valley between her breasts.My hands moved to her wrists playing with the soft cuffs that held her firmly in place. Her fingers grasped the edges of the leather as she squirmed beneath me, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, her eyes l
LachlanAs I stood on the deck of my yacht, the warm breeze whipping my hair into a frenzy, I couldn't help but feel a sense of turmoil brewing inside me. Quinn, with her piercing green eyes and unyielding spirit, had managed to awaken a maelstrom of emotions I thought I'd long buried. My desire for her was all-consuming, a flame that threatened to engulf me whole. Yet, it was more than just lust that drove me. I yearned for her to love me, to accept me for all that I was—dark past, secrets, and all.But there was a catch, a dichotomy that tore at my very being. My need for power, for control, warred with my longing to surrender to her. I wanted to give her everything: my truth, my heart, my soul. However, I also craved something in return—her complete and utter submission. I wanted her to be under my spell, to crave my dominance as much as I craved her love.As we sat down to dinner, the soft glow of the candles casting an intimate ambiance, I found myself drawn to her like a moth to
I looked up at him, a smile playing on my lips. "And where are we going?"He grinned, a wicked glint in his eyes. "It's a surprise."I raised an eyebrow but closed my laptop, setting it aside. "A surprise, hmm? I thought we agreed, no more secrets."Lachlan laughed, a rich, warm sound I'd rarely heard and that sent a shiver of desire coursing through me. "It's not a secret, Quinn. It's a surprise. There's a difference."I rolled my eyes but let him take my hand, pulling me to my feet. "Fine, but this better be a good surprise."He led me out of the study, through the grand halls of his mansion, and out into the warm, tropical evening. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers I'd come to love, the sound of waves crashing against the shore, and the distant cry of seabirds. It was a paradise, a sanctuary, but still a storm raged in the back of my mind.Lachlan led me down a winding path, the setting sun casting long shadows across our path. As we rounded a bend, I gasp