Chapter 47
Cormac
Before we get past the kitchen, I stop Scarlett and press her against the wall. “Don’t fucking move.”
She shudders under my touch. “Okay.”
From a magnetic strip, I take one of the sharpest knives. As a surgeon, I’ve mastered a scalpel, but in Dunbar I learned how to use a blade.
Scarlett gasps, seeing it glint against her skin. “Tell me this isn’t some kind of blood vow.”
“No,” I laugh. “I only cut skin when it’s needed.”
I do, however, place the flat part of the knife against her chest.
“Oooh, it’s cold.”
“Steel, baby.” I kiss her jaw. “Hold your breath.”
Licking her lips, she does. It takes a moment to get the angle right, but I place the sharp tip of the knife at the plunging neckline of this dress and slice it right down the center. The fabric separates like skin.
I feel like I’m opening her up all over again.
When it’s completely cut down to the hemline, I shove it off her body until she’s standing there in a lace thong, high heels, and my necklace.
“So this is your version of no underwear?” I rub the outside of the lace panties.
Fuck, the warmth there. So damp. But I use the very tip of the knife and slide it into the thin strap at her hip.
“That was a promise if we went on a date.” She leans into the blade. “You never took me on a date, did you?”
“Didn’t have to.” With a flick of the wrist, the satiny string separates, and the thong is useless lace at her feet. “That’s much better.”
I toss the knife on the counter like it means nothing, even though it can kill someone. Scarlett’s pink nipples pucker under my gaze. I cup her tits and brush my thumbs across pebbled nubs. I thought I could resist her. Resist this. She obliterated my defenses. Now she’s all I want.
She shudders beneath my hands. “Cormac,” she gives a small groan as her hips rock against my length like she’s a fucking cat in heat.
“Are you wet for me, wife?” I start a trail of wet kisses down her neck, killing her with my slowness. “Do you still want me to fuck you? After my sins were made public tonight?”
“Yes,” she says, lifting one leg and wrapping it around my waist. “God, yes.”
“This.” I reach around and grab her ass, grinding my hard length against her cunt. “You want this?”
“Fuck me, Cormac.” She humps the bulge tenting my pants. “I’ve been so bad, I need to be punished.”
Christ, that almost makes me come in my pants.
“Bedroom, now,” I move back and take her hand.
Inside the room I shared with her from day one, I push her down on the bed and kneel between her legs.
“I need to lick you and suck on your clit until you come in my mouth. Christ, I love the taste of your pussy.”
Something shifted tonight. The way she defended me. Now she really feels like she’s mine.
And she must feel it, too, or she wouldn’t be sitting here tempting me with her wet cunt. Me, that horrible person she saw. I told her about that guy. But seeing the visual is another dimension.
I think about that asshole Pierce, and how he must have felt seeing her in a dress that he bought, knowing I’d be taking it off her tonight. She knew what she was doing. And fuck, that gets me even harder.
That man could have ruined this woman, made her lack trust. But she opened up to me. To us. I love making her eyes turn hazy with lust and her ears turn pink as arousal swims in her veins.
I lift her up and put her down on my lap. “Does my cock feel good? Is your pussy throbbing, rubbing against my hardon?”
“It’s so damn good.” She pushes her forehead into mine, dark pupils blown wide. “You better fuck me, husband. I can’t stand it.”
I thought maybe all I could give her was sex, but this feels different. I’m not just shoving her down and fucking her. I want to make it last. Drive her crazy. Make her feel good. Make her want me even more. Like I want her.
But I’m having a crisis of conscience. “Scarlett, look at me and listen to me,” I say, my voice low.
“I’m listening. Not sure how long I can look. You’re so fucking gorgeous, Cormac, it hurts.”
“Oh, baby. I feel the same way.” I crash my mouth against hers, and we spend a few seconds savagely kissing. I pull back, breathing heavily. “But there’s more. I have to be honest with you. You’re so good at tracking me and studying me, I can’t keep it from you anymore.”
“What…” She gulps a breath. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying, I don’t want you to leave. Ever, if you think you can stand me for a few decades.”
I’ve only known Scarlett since August. It’s December, so that’s what, four months? Fuck, Darragh had Ana in his house for two weeks, and he fell for her. I needed more time than that. I’m too damaged.
I can’t believe this started as some hot and dirty one-night stand and turned into a hot and dirty fake marriage that I’m about to complicate with the L word.
“Scarlett, I…”
“I love you, Cormac,” she beats me to it.
I bow my head. Hearing her declare her love when she knows what I did to Ana, my greatest shame, is incomprehensible.
I’m too worked up to further confess that I’ve been out on the street killing people. My last secret.
“Damn it,” I grumble and then flip her onto the bed facedown. “You are getting fucked so hard for that.”
“Are you sure you want to keep me?” She grinds into the mattress, watching me undress over her shoulder.
“You are the one for me. I want you in my life. My bed.” I unbutton the shirt, my blood thrumming hot through my veins. “Everywhere, Scarlett. I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want you.”
“Me too, Cormac.”
As soon as I’m naked and on top of her, I rub my throbbing dick against her ass.
“God, Scarlett.” I soak her cheeks with my precum, marking her. “I need to fuck you so badly. It’s all I think about.”
I’m not lying. I crave her in a way I don’t quite comprehend. It’s deep in my blood. Restlessly rattling the marrow of my bones.
“Cormac, I can never be your student again,” she announces.
“That will be avoided.”
“Because I can’t stop thinking about fucking you either.” She breathes. “I’m lucky if I get a C in your class.”
“Another professor is determining your grade.”
“I’m toast,” she jokes.
“I am going to fuck you until the only words out of your mouth are to cry out my name.” I turn her head and kiss her as much as I can reach, pushing my tongue into her mouth, then sweeping it behind her ears.
God, the way she shudders.
“I need this,” I hiss. “This will not be gentle or sweet. This one will be brutal, little Ford. Are you with me?”
“Do it, fuck me hard. I can take it.”
I shift back to feel her pussy and brush my fingers along her slit. “So fucking wet. Yeah, you need to be fucked hard.”
“Yeah…” She grinds into the mattress.
“Lift your hips, baby. Get up on your knees, just a little.” I nearly choke, staring down at her glistening pussy.
My tongue glides up and down the slit as Scarlett grips the covers, her fingers bunching the fabric. Her hips pivot, and the motion makes her slit dance with the tip of my tongue.
She reaches back and grabs my hair to draw my tongue deeper into her cunt. “Fuck me with that tongue.”
My hands squeeze the globes of her ass as I feast on her pussy. In between each lick, I inhale the scent of her. Her arousal. How much she wants me.
“Scarlett, eating your cunt is my new favorite thing. I can’t get enough of you.”
Her pussy is so warm, wet, and tight.
“Cormac, I’m coming.”
Feeling dirty, I slip my finger into her back hole while I suck on her clit.
“There. Yes, right there.” She bucks and kicks and moans, and fucking gushes on my tongue.
“Tell me you want my cock in every hole, Scarlett.” I push my finger in deeper. “Say it. Say you want your husband’s cock in every hole.”
“I want my husband’s cock in every hole.” She cries out. “Slap my ass, pull my hair. Be rough. I love when you’re rough with me.”
I lose my breath. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
When she comes down from her orgasm, I sit back but grip her ass cheeks, staring at both holes. Well, one’s a hole, one is a slit of death. Because I can die fucking it.
Her pussy is dripping, while her back hole contracts around my finger. I admit, I have no idea where lube is. I’m going to have to satisfy that another day.
I line up the head of my cock to her pussy, and it’s so fucking sensitive to the heat, the wetness, how fucking tight she is. I begin to push apart her pink and juicy entrance with my dick.
“Hold on, baby,” I say just as I thrust my bare cock deep into her pussy.
Streaks of white blind me. She is tighter and wetter since she came, and aftershocks convulse against my cock, pulling me even deeper inside her.
Making love to Scarlett is unlike anything I’ve ever felt with a woman. I had always used condoms, but I took a stupid risk with Ana. I know that’s in the past. But I have to do better with Scarlett.
God, this feels so fucking good as I thrust into her again and again. I fuck her to the hilt and then draw out slowly.
“Am I fucking you hard and dirty enough?” I work her hole, massaging the edges with my thumb.
“Yes!” she whimpers, voice shredded. “More. Keep going.”
“Not. Stopping. I’m going to fuck you and punish this pussy.” I slow down, teasing her. “We have all weekend. I’m going to fuck you on every piece of furniture in this apartment, so all I see when I’m home is you and your dripping cunt getting fucked by me.”
I have truly lost my mind over this woman. I have to make her insane over me, too.
Feeling my limit, the edge slipping away, I hold her hips and fuck her with a wild force I’ve never unleashed. I drive into her until she screams my name and her pussy starts convulsing again, this time around my cock. I’m so thick, so hard, my muscles are so taut, that my nerves are going to snap.
“Fuck. Scarlett, my little dirty Ford,” I grunt. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, dirty daddy. Now fuck me!” she rasps and drips all over my balls.
We’re fucking soaked.
I lose it and climax, driving my cum deep inside her until I pull out and coat her ass with my cream, marking her. Still hard, I shove back inside and keep coming harder than I ever have in my life.
Shaking, I ride the waves until all I feel is us drowning.
From this moment, everything I am and have belongs to my wife.