Meghan March

I want her willing. I refuse to let it be any other way.

Even defiant and angry, she responded to me like an instrument to a savant. I’ll tame that fire. Bend her to my will.

My dick hardens for what seems like the dozenth time tonight as I picture her submitting to my every command.

That ass.

Those tits.

That tight little cunt.

Property of no man? Bullshit.

Keira Kilgore is mine.

I grip my cock tighter and stroke it as I picture those pissed-off red lips turning pouty and soft after I’ve gotten her off enough times that she begs me to stop because she can’t take any more and promises me anything in return. That’s when they’ll be wrapped around my cock.

My balls tighten at the mental picture, and I stroke harder and faster.

Fuck, I don’t even need her on her knees. She can hang that thick mane of red hair over the edge of the bed, and I’ll fuck her face and teach her to take every inch down her throat without gagging.

My cock pulses, my orgasm bearing down faster than I expect considering that I just came. But it’s not me. It’s the thought of her moaning as she sucks and tongues my shaft every time I pull out until I blow inside her mouth and watch my cum drip from those stubborn lips.

Mine.

As my cum splatters the rock wall in my shower, I swear to myself it’s the last time. She’ll never deny me again.

She may have marked me tonight, but I marked her first.

You’re lucky I don’t care that you’re creaming all over my pants. You’re making a mess, Keira.” He lowers his head to speak directly into my ear. “Actually, I fucking love it.”

My little hellion is finally acting like a good girl. Finally taking what I give you. Letting me fuck your ass. Piercing your clit. Bending you over my lap.”

His words throw me over the edge into orgasm with a wail. My own cries almost drown out his words, but I still catch them.

“Sweet fucking Christ, I want you so goddamned bad right now, but—” He cuts off his own words and seats the plug with a final push.

As I release a breathy moan, Mount flips down the skirt of my dress, turns, and is at the bedroom door before I stand up.

All the similarities . . . His groans. His growls. The way he took without apology. The way he fucked me the way I needed to be fucked.

What’s mine, I keep, and that includes Keira Kilgore.

It’s no longer enough to have her in my debt. No longer enough to own her body.

I want something more.

She can try to resist, but I’ll never give her up.

Nothing will keep us apart.

Not her. Not my enemies. No one.

Her debt will only be paid one way—with her heart

Pain slices through me as I regain consciousness. The car door flies open, and gravity sends me tilting to the side. Strong arms stop my fall.

“I got you. Open your eyes, hellion. Open your fucking eyes for me. Goddammit, I’m not going to lose you now.”

That voice. Deep. Dark. Rough. It was the voice of the devil, but not anymore. Now it’s the voice of the man I was furious I wasn’t going to be allowed to keep after we returned to New Orleans.

My eyelids flicker open, and I feel like there’s a dent where my skull smacked the window as we hurtled around the corner and plowed through a lamppost. A headache pounds relentlessly in my temple. When I meet the familiar dark gaze, his dread morphs into relief. The burning heat in those eyes used to send tremors of fear shuddering through me, but now it gives me strength.

“Thank fucking Christ.” His forehead touches mine lightly, and I breathe in his woodsy citrus scent.

“You think you’re going to get rid of me that easily?” My words come out weak and slurred, with none of the confidence I intended. I try to sit up, but pain stabs into my right side. “Dammit, that hurts. What happened?”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re gonna be fine. I swear to you on my life that you will be fine.”

Lachlan clasps me tighter against his chest. “Take her. Lock her down. Your life for hers. Understand me?”

The silent man nods, and Lachlan loosens his grip on me. “Don’t you fucking die on me, Keira. I swear I’ll rip down those pearly gates and come for you myself.”

He lost a hell of a lot more blood than you did. Didn’t even bother to try and stop the bleeding, and he knows better than that.”

My foggy memory recalls him giving me his jacket to stop my bleeding. Possibly at the expense of his own life.

“Let me reattach these leads so we can keep an eye on you. I’m pretty sure he’d literally kill me if I let anything happen to you now