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Christ.

She was soaking wet.

Not just a little slick from being turned on earlier, but wet enough that my fingertips slid easily through her folds.

A low laugh rumbled out of me.

“Well, well.”

I eased two fingers deep inside her and stroked until her hips started moving against my hand.

“I’ve barely spanked you, and your pussy’s dripping.”

She buried her face against the bed and groaned.

“Lachlan.”

“Aye?”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re wet.”

She gave me the finger without lifting her head.

I laughed.

This wasn’t her tolerating something because she thought I wanted it. Her body had already made that clear. The pain itself had surprised her, but somewhere between the sting and my hand soothing it afterward, something had clicked into place.

I wanted to see how far that went.

I set the belt aside, and Isabella glanced back.

“Done already?”

“With the belt.”

The uncertainty in her expression returned.

I widened my knees beneath her, creating enough space to slide my arm under her hips. My hand found her pussy from below.

Her breath caught.

“What are you—”

My palm cracked against her ass.

She yelped, and the movement drove her harder against the hand between her legs.

“Oh.”

Exactly.

I slipped one finger inside her.

She clenched around it instantly.

Then I added a second.