He smiled, the skin around his eyes crinkling. God, she loved it when he smiled. His eyes lit up with warmth, turning a deep, chocolate brown.
She undid his belt, helping him out of his jeans and underwear until he was as naked as she was. Tough, strong, muscular, his chest had a splash of dark hair that travelled down to his stomach. A scar ran along his collar bone, another one on his upper thigh. He looked like a mighty warrior, dominant, in charge.
His cock stood up, thick and firm, and she reached out a hand to touch him, pulling it back at the last moment.
Duncan chuckled and ran the tips of his fingers over her face. “Stand very still, sugar,” he told her in a low croon.
Sugar and spice.
He moved his fingers down over her chest, brushing the tips around her breasts, around and around, moving closer to her nipples. Just as he reached her areolas, he pulled his fingers away, drawing them over her neck and shoulders.
“Ohhh,” she moaned, leaning forward slightly.
“Uh-uh.” He stepped back a bit, looking at her sternly. “What did I say?”
“Sorry, Sir,” she said breathlessly.
He walked behind her. “Naughty girl,” he told her, grasping her hair in his hand and tugging lightly.
Dirty bitch. I’m going to ruin you.
“Easy, Laken. Take a breath. Come on, now. Nice and slow.”
Duncan’s words slowly penetrated and she opened her eyes to find him standing in front of her, shaking her shoulders slightly, worry creasing his forehead.
“Where did you just go?”
“Sorry. Oh God, I’m sorry.”
“Keep breathing nice and slow. It’s okay. There you go. Calm down.”
“I don’t want to stop,” she told him, worried this would prove to him that she wasn’t ready.
His gaze narrowed. “Calm, sugar. We’re not stopping. Naughty girl. No, that wasn’t it.”
He walked around behind her, then grabbed her hair. Her breath sped up, panic clawing at her throat.
“Ahh, that’s it, then,” he said, turning and holding her. “Okay, baby, we’ll need to work on that.”
“Sorry, he grabbed my hair while he whispered things to me.”
“What things?” he asked. “Easy, baby. You’re safe here. I have you. Tell me. Take away his power over you.”
She took a shuddering breath and tightened her hold on him.
“Tell me, sugar.”
Duncan infused his voice with a firm command, knowing she’d find it hard to resist. Damn, she felt tiny in his arms. So delicate. When he remembered those photos his brothers had shown him, of her delicate skin covered in bruises and cuts, fury lit up inside him.
He tightened his arms around her until she squealed.
“Bitch,” she blurted out. “Dirty cunt. Fuckhole.” She shivered and he ran his hand up and down her back. Goddamn him. When Duncan got his hands on the bastard…
And how am I going to manage that?
He didn’t want to think about the plan his brothers had proposed. No way did he want Laken putting herself in danger, to risk herself. He refused to allow it. Yet, he knew he had to tell her that she was in danger. Today proved that.
His brothers were supposed to have someone watching over her. Yet somehow, she’d managed to get away without them seeing her. He’d be busting someone’s ass over that later.