The Laird's Shy Servant Girl Punished

He never meant to punish her until she melted beneath his hand.

On her first day inside Sutherland's shadowed walls, Fiona Ingram prayed only to fade into silence. Yet one scorching glance from the commanding laird ignites a dangerous spark, drawing her into the storm of a missing charter that could destroy his clan.

Each stolen correction leaves her flushed, dripping, and silently begging for more of his unyielding discipline. The harder he demands, the wetter she grows, her shy body learning to crave the sting of his palm and the ruthless stretch of his possession. Every attempt to pull away ends the same way: pinned, claimed, ruined for anything but his touch.