25. Fiona
Chapter Twenty-Five
FIONA
Once all of my clothes are removed and every inch of my skin has been explored by Cormac’s mouth, he sits back on his heels and reaches for the blade once more.
“I want to try something.” He slowly runs the tip of the blade along my inner thigh.
I barely breathe as he turns the blade on its side and presses the edge against my throbbing clit.
“Remember, you’re going to need to be very still.”
“I don’t think I have a choice.”
He cages me in with his thighs as he applies more pressure. “You seem…tense.”
I bite down a moan as my back arches.
The cold metal mixed with the heat radiating from Cormac’s body sends my nerves into overdrive.
He’s barely even put his hands on me, and already I can feel myself growing slick between my thighs.
“Please. Touch me.”
“I am touching you.” To prove a point, he starts rubbing the flat side of the blade against my clit, drawing another moan from my lips. “See?”
“You’re…infuriating.”
“And you need to learn patience.”
I shoot Cormac a glare, but that only makes him smirk as he increases the pressure against my clit.
I want to fight him, but I can’t help but grind my hips, desperately seeking more friction.
“That’s it,” he encourages.
I choke as my inner walls clench. “Oh, fuck. I need you inside me.”
Cormac grunts, reaching down to palm his cock over his pants. “You’ll get what you want. But you need to come first.”
The thought of climaxing from having a blade rubbing against my clit feels wrong, but I can’t deny how good it feels.
Cormac’s eyes glaze with need as he works my clit, and I match his pace, grinding against the metal as my climax starts to build.
“Fiona,” Cormac groans as he takes hold of my breast and squeezes.
I gasp as he rubs my clit faster. “Don’t stop, I want to come.”
“Fuck, baby. If you come like this, I’m going to make a mess in my pants.”
I choke on a laugh. “If you didn’t insist on tying me up, I could take care of that for you.”
“Oh, I know you could. But it’s not about me right now. It’s about getting this pussy nice and wet for my cock.”
“It’s safe to say you’ve accomplished that,” I pant as he rubs me even faster.
I’m too consumed by the pleasure to even worry about the fact that one wrong move could send the tip of the blade right into my skin. But I guess that’s the point.
Cormac likes to have me completely at his mercy.
“Fuck, I want to taste you so badly.”
“Do it.”
“No. You’re going to come like this.”
“Screw you,” I grit out as my wrists pull against the restraints.
My thighs are literally shaking from how badly I’m trying to hold back, hoping that Cormac will break before I do, but it’s no use.
My body gives out, and I climax so hard that a rush of wetness spreads between my thighs.
“That’s it, baby girl. Keep going,” Cormac praises as he works me through my orgasm.
When I finally collapse back against the bed, completely spent from the pleasure, Cormac pockets the knife and climbs off the bed.
I watch in awe as he peels off his clothes.
For the first time, I can fully appreciate Cormac’s naked body, and it’s breathtaking. Every inch of him is chiseled to perfection, and I know full well that those muscles aren’t just for show.
“You see what you do to me?” He takes his cock in his hand and squeezes it hard.
I whimper as I see the tip grow slick with precum.
“I need you.” I squirm against the mattress.
“Where?”
“Everywhere,” I moan as I arch off the bed.
Cormac laughs darkly as he continues to stroke himself.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen such an incredible sight.
The muscles in his abdomen tense as he rolls his fist over the tip, grunting as another bead of precum appears.
“Cormac.”
“Spread your thighs. Let me see how wet and needy you are for my cock.”
My cheeks heat as I open my legs.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet, even when his mouth was on my pussy. And the fact that it was from a blade…
What does that say about me? Am I turned on by violence or simply by the power imbalance?
Now isn’t really the time to question it, not when Cormac is crawling up the bed toward me.
“Look at you,” Cormac groans, pulling me out of my head.
I watch as his eyes fixate on my pussy, and I swallow a whimper as my inner walls clench.
“You’re dripping wet.”
“I swear to god if you don’t fuck me?—”
“I dare you to finish that sentence. Because you can be a brat all you like, but it’s not going to end well for you.”
A strangled sound escapes me as I fight against the restraints.
My body is humming with need, and that orgasm was barely enough to scratch the surface.
“Legs on my shoulders, now.”
Oh, god. He’s going to hit me so fucking deep like this.
I lift up my legs as Cormac climbs onto the bed and gently lowers them onto his broad shoulders.
“See? I told you that you would be rewarded,” he says before gripping my hip and sinking himself inside me in one hard thrust. “Fuck.”
I cry out as I stretch around him, but Cormac gives me no time to adjust.
He leans forward and forces my legs back until I’m practically bent in half.
“So perfect.” He braces his hand on the headboard as he pumps his hips.
I’m completely mesmerized by him, by the way the tendons in his neck strain as he fights to keep control, and the muscles in his arms flex as he grips my hip.
The pleasure is almost unbearable. Each thrust hits me so deep that it literally steals the breath from my lungs.
“You’re taking me so well,” Cormac groans as he looks down at where we’re joined. “Fuck, look at you.”
I glance down and whimper at the sight of his cock covered in my arousal.
“Do you like having me covered in you?”
I watch him sink his cock inside me. “Yes. So much.”
“And I like it when you’re covered in me.” His eyes flick to my breasts.
Cormac reaches up to palm my breasts, and I arch against him as he rubs his thumb over my nipples.
The thought of him spilling all over them sends a bolt of pleasure straight to my clit.
Normally, I would reach down and start rubbing it to help relieve the ache, but I can’t.
“So good,” I moan.
There’s nothing gentle about his touch, but that’s how I like it.
I want him to need me so badly that he can’t control himself.
My body feels like a coil that’s getting tighter and tighter, and I’m so desperate for release that I might actually start sobbing.
When my pussy starts to clench, Cormac’s eyes flash with need as he increases his pace to bring me over the edge.
“More,” I gasp.
I expect Cormac to make me beg, but I think he needs me to come just as badly as I do.
He removes his hand from my hip and reaches between us, rubbing his thumb in circles around my clit until I’m crying out his name.
“That’s it. Come on my cock, baby.”
If I thought Cormac’s pace was brutal before, it’s nothing compared to how hard he fucks me as I ride out my orgasm.
He thrusts into me so hard that the bed slams against the wall.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” I scream as I climax.
“I’m coming,” Cormac grunts before his abs flex, and then he’s spilling inside me.
When he finally stills, we both stare at each other with wide eyes as we try to catch our breath.
I feel like I just blacked out.
Each time with Cormac is better than the last, and I’m completely addicted.
He slowly lowers my legs from his shoulders and leans forward to brush his lips along my jaw.
“Well done,” he murmurs before kissing me softly.
Even as he reaches up to untie my hands, he doesn’t break the kiss.
When I’m finally free, I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him against me, needing to feel his warmth against my skin.
Cormac runs his calloused hands up and down my waist as he deepens the kiss, stroking his tongue slowly against mine as I cling to him. He makes no attempt to free himself, and right now I don’t want him to.
This level of intimacy is something I didn’t realize I was missing, and I never expected Cormac Sullivan to be the one to give it to me.
“Let me clean you up,” he says after a beat.
I lie frozen on the bed as Cormac quickly pulls on his boxers and heads into the bathroom to get a towel.
Even after sex, he looks just as handsome, if not more, with his hair all messy and his skin slick with sweat.
If I wasn’t so sore, I would be begging him to go again.
As he reenters the bedroom, I attempt to reach for the towel.
He shakes his head, pulling the towel away from my reach. “Relax.”
I fight the urge to roll my eyes as I lie back against the pillows.
It feels strange having Cormac be so attentive. But then again, this is the first time we’ve ever made it to a bed. And I hate to admit it, but it feels nice.
When he’s done, I half-expect him to pull on his clothes and head out the door, but to my complete surprise, he doesn’t. Instead, he climbs back into bed and pulls me into his arms like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
I try not to tense as he pulls my body flush against him, not wanting to draw attention to the fact that I am completely freaking out.
Is he planning on staying the night?
Do I want him to stay the night?
My first thought is yes, but that only makes me freak out more.
The two of us lay tangled in each other's arms, letting the silence settle between us.
I find a strange sort of comfort in the sound of Cormac’s heartbeat and the feeling of his chest rising and falling against my back.
It would be all too easy to close my eyes and fall asleep.
But I can’t let myself give in, so I pretend to drift off to sleep in the hopes that he might leave.
Not because I want him to, but because of how safe I currently feel wrapped up in his arms.
My sister always said if something feels too good to be true, it probably is. And I have a horrible feeling that she’s right.
I’m digging myself into a hole that I might not be able to escape from.
I can tell myself all I like that I have things under control, but when nights like tonight happen, it becomes clear as day that being with Cormac makes me want to do things that might end up costing me my heart. And that scares the fuck out of me.
There is no way this can end well. Even if I manage to get Lorcan the information he needs without Cormac getting hurt, there’s no way he won’t end up finding out I’ve been working for his uncle.
My stomach knots as I think of how betrayed Cormac will feel. Especially now that Scout is in the picture.
What have I done?