“Someone could hear us,” I protest half-heartedly. Lachlan’s eyes flash, and he grins. “Oh, I want them to hear us, butterfly. I want all the lads to know who’s inside of ye. The only man that’ll ever be inside of ye.” “You don’t own me,” I laugh. He captures my wrists and holds them above my head with one hand while the other pulls down my shorts. “Aye,” he grunts. “I fucking do.”
