Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
GLORIA
I can’t believe how intense Cormack Delaney is, but I should have known better.
He’s the dark prince in this region. I might be a tourist, but I heard his name mentioned on the news the morning after the death of his father.
Although the news hadn’t gone into details about the suspected illicit activity and Cormack’s involvement, I knew the second his men took that asshole who tried to rob me Cormack wasn’t just a business owner.
He’s the type of man I lived with my whole life… a mafioso.
On a whim, I took a chance and made it my mission to meet him and determine if this attraction is more than just a fleeting fancy, and it is. Nothing prepared me for the reaction my body would have the second I stepped inside Delaney’s.
Cormack watched me from across the bar like a hawk stalking his prey, and I let him, pretending to be ignorant of his undivided attention.
I went about drinking the wine, part in nervousness and part in looking for liquid courage.
I’ve never met a man that immediately pierced my soul and stole it with one look.
Being the daughter of a mob boss, I’d met many men in my father’s circle that he deemed worthy of my attention and finding every single one of them not worth giving up my freedom, but Cormack is different. He pulled me in and didn’t even realize it.
I played along, attempting to fight his demands even though I wanted to climb on his lap in public and let him maul me for everyone to see.
When I closed the door on Cormack, I internally prayed he’d come back, pounding on it and begging me to finish what we started.
My body hasn’t stopped buzzing as I step into the shower, reliving our kiss.
His deep Irish accent replays in my head as I slip my fingers through my folds and strum my clit.
For two days, I’ve played with my virgin pussy, aching to find some relief when thinking about Cormack.
I imagined him taking me roughly against the door because he can’t wait to have me.
His hands and mouth travel up and down my throat as he uses his strong thighs to hold me up and thrust inside of me.
I’m on the verge of coming with his name on my tongue when there’s a pounding on the door.
My eyes fly wide open as I listen to the sound.
I turn off the spray and wrap up in a towel.
I step out of the bathroom to hear his voice. “Gloria, please open up, love. I need to see you again.” My heart thumps violently in my chest, attempting to gain control of my emotions and not trip.
Unable to resist, I open the door in just my towel that’s tucked loosely around my breasts.
His eyes widen as he runs them up and down my body, and he growls, “Fuck me. What in the name of all that’s holy? You’re pure sinful temptation.” He rushes through the door, letting it slam shut as he lifts me into his arms. “Say you’re mine.”
“For tonight,” I add that condition without hesitation, knowing he won’t stand for it.
“For forever,” he growls. I love egging on the beast inside this man. He yanks the towel off my body before tossing me onto the bed. I bounce and pant, looking at the feral gaze in his perfectly green eyes. “Say it, swear it,” he demands, and I swear that I nearly come on the spot.
As if seeing my pussy getting wetter, he stares right at it, licking his lips and then his hand cups my mound and he pushes his middle finger inside. I gasp. “Answer me, love. Tell me you’re mine, forever.”
He flexes his finger again and I cry out, “Forever, Cormack.”
He slides off his shoes while I push his suit jacket off his broad shoulders and let it fall onto the floor.
His mouth attacks mine with bruising, heated intent as he straddles me with his knees on the bed.
My hands continue to move from his chest up to his hair and down his back.
I have to touch him as if it’s the last time.
He tugs free his tie while his mouth is on mine and hips rock against my bare core.
Fuck, I’m so close to coming and he’s still wearing clothes.
Suddenly, he pulls back and hops off the bed. Panic floods me. Can he sense that I’ve never done this before?
Reading the distress on my face, he says, “I’m not going anywhere, but it’s a lot quicker to get naked when I’m not grinding on your gorgeous body.
” He strips down to his boxers as he does his best to keep his heated gaze on me.
“Fuck, as much as I want to fucking be balls deep in that sweet cunt, I need to taste your little pussy.” My face floods with embarrassment, but I don’t even hesitate to stop him.
He kneels on the bed with just his silky boxers holding in that thick, long package.
I ache in ways completely new to me. Dipping his head between my thighs, hands gripping them firmly, he swipes his gifted tongue along my seam.
I’m too horny to be embarrassed that I’m getting my first sexual experience.
Instead, I fall into the rhythm of his motions.
He sucks on my clit while his finger gently pushes into me, and I explode, stars filling my eyes, coming hard on his face as I nearly black out with pleasure. How is this fucking possible?
He kisses a path up my sweaty, needy body until he pulls one of my breasts into his mouth, biting, licking, and sucking on them. He switches sides, and that’s when I feel his length at my entrance. The boxers are gone and his thick cock head slides between the folds without entering.
“You taste so incredible. I don’t know how I’ll manage to eat anything else until I get my tongue on your slick cunt again.” He brings his lips to mine, giving me a taste of my own orgasm. “Are you ready? Because there’s no going back once I fill you up.”
“Take me, Cormack,” I moan, arching my back and then rolling my hips.
With a groan, he plants his forearms on the bed before sliding forward, taking me in one long stroke.
I bite back the pain of losing my innocence to the brutal prince of Dublin.
“Did you think you could give me this virgin cunt for just one night and think it wouldn’t be mine for eternity?
Silly woman, I’ll never get enough of you.
You are my glory.” We kiss as he slowly drags his length in and out of me until we cry out and I come again.
I claw his back as he stretches every inch of my womb before filling me with his release.
His muscled body cocoons me tightly as he turns us onto our sides, keeping himself inside me. I don’t think I can feel any happier.
“Mine,” he says in a sleepy, gruff voice, making me smile as we both settle into an exhausted sleep.
The sun beats through my hotel room through the thick gray curtains, filling me with warmth. I roll, attempting to snuggle into Cormack’s arms until I realize that the bed is empty beside me.
He left me.
Panic and doubt sink in at the reality of my situation. I’m alone in bed after giving a sexy mobster my virginity like the naive girl I am. Could I have been played? Was he aware that I knew who he was before we met?
I sit up in the bed, pulling the covers to my breasts which are insanely tender just like my core that throbs and aches without having taken a step.
I rub the sleep out of my eyes and examine the room.
It’s almost the same as I left it except for a large bouquet of yellow and red roses.
Staring at them for a long time, I wonder if he brought them in himself before leaving me.
I climb off the bed, adjusting the bedsheet so I don’t trip. Rushing to the dresser, I bend down and breathe in the smell, smiling to myself. My heart thumps wildly as I grab the hotel stationery attached to the flowers. I plop down on the lounge chair near the window to read his note.
In a stiff, strong handwriting, he writes: My beauty and glory.
I miss you already, but I had to go. My men have been warned that no one is to approach your door without your permission, or they will pay heavily for it.
I will return in two days’ time, where we will prepare for our wedding.
I’ve sent a message to your phone with my number.
Do message me at any time. I will try to reply quickly, but I’m afraid it may take some time.
Thank you, my love. Rest and food will be delivered when you are ready.
Yours, Cormack
I know where he’s at so the fact that he did this before he left this morning means so much more than he knows. Even though I understand it’s inappropriate and so out of character, I drop my sheet, grab my cell phone, and the roses.
Perhaps this can help with missing me a bit.
After I hit send, I dash into the shower because I’m too chicken to wait for his response.
“What is he going to think of me?” I ask myself, washing up after last night’s intense experience.
As much as I want to just lay in bed, I’m extremely hungry and could use a serious dose of caffeine.
My phone rings, and I think it’s Cormack, but it’s my father. Shit. I’m busted.
“Good morning, Papa, or is it goodnight?” I asked, attempting to distract him from his tirade that’s to come, considering all the rules I broke. I’m sure he’s pissed and scared, which is all my fault, but I’m an adult and should be allowed to travel as I please.
“It’s night here, but that also depends on where you are. I’m assuming you’re still in Europe, right?”
“I am.”
“Why would you run away from your security detail? It’s their job to protect you?” he barks out, which I get is just his fear sinking in and he’s letting it out.
As much as I understand where he’s coming from, I feel like he’s a bit overdramatic. “We don’t have enemies in the UK. Besides, I’m safe.” At least, so Cormack says. Goodness, I’ve fallen into Cormack’s sexy promises and let my naivete rule my head.
“Safe? You’re a beautiful young woman all alone. You need to watch crime shows like your sister because the risk is real. You may be tough, and you can fight some, but you’re no match for a man who will take what you aren’t willingly giving.”
“I understand, Papa. You’re worried, but I promise I’m okay. I am in my hotel room where I’ll be staying for most of the day. I’m even having food delivered. Anyway, I’m an adult and don’t want to be tattled on like I’m a child.”
“It’s their job.”
“To protect me.”
“They can’t protect you if they lose your whereabouts.
Besides, I figured out you’re somewhere in Ireland.
Now give me your hotel information, or I’ll pull your credit card records and find out for myself.
” I really need to start earning my own money.
It’s a pity they never let me have a job while I was going up.
“Yes, I’m in Dublin as it happens, and I’m enjoying a little of the beauty before I return.”
“I will keep them at a distance if it makes you happy, but I don’t want you too far from them. I love you, my princess.”
“I love you, too. Give Mama my love as well.”
“She wants you to call her and at least text your sister. Aria’s jealous of the beauty in the UK.”
“Well, you could always send her here with me,” I offer, knowing damn well that’s a negative.
He chuckles, “Not a chance.”
“Well, I’ll tell her I tried,” I answer with a giggle. My papa is a good man and really loves both of us despite how much grief we give him.
After I hang up with him, I call my mother, who chides me, of course, but at the same time cheers me on to enjoy a fun trip.
When I call my sister, she answers instantly, “Hey, girl. I thought you’d call me by now. It’s been two whole days, did you finally run into that guy yet?”
“I have but keep quiet, big mouth,” I hiss, pulling out my makeup bag just in case Cormack comes back to surprise me again.
“Whatever. Mama and Papa just went out for a nice evening together. I’m chilling in my art studio. I need you to do me a favor, by the way.”
“What?” I have an idea what it is, but I want her to say it.
“I need cool shots to paint, and they have so many beautiful places.” As I expected.
“Easy. I took a bunch of photos around town, both in London and on my way to Dublin. I’m sure there’s more to take, but I’ll send them via email in a few. How are you?” I brush my hair, putting her on speakerphone while I try to get prettied up.
“Good, I’m looking forward to going back to school.”
“Nerd.”
“You got me there. Besides, I’m a part of the homecoming committee this year and I’m looking forward to planning it.” I remember those days were the best part of school since I hated school so much. There are a thousand things I’d rather do than geometry or physics.
“When do you guys start planning?” I ask, putting on my moisturizer.
“We’re already messaging each other. School starts in a week. When are you coming back?”
“I’m supposed to come back in two weeks, but I’m enjoying my time here, so it’s hard to say.”
“I miss you, you big jerk. If you get married, make sure you come back and visit us, or better yet, convince Papa to take us to Ireland.”
“I’m not getting married. Just because he’s gorgeous and dreamy, it’s nothing but fun.”
“Liar. You know you really are a bad liar. Pick up your skills, Gloria. You’re a mafia princess. I’m shaking my head at you just so you know.”
“Yeah, I expect that from you anyway. I need to get some food, so I’m going to talk to you later.”
“Hey don’t forget the images or I’ll harass you.”
“I won’t.” I end the call and pull up my email to shoot over a dozen photos. I get a text back saying, I love you.