But they push her into orgasm, her hot cunt squeezing around me over and over, her legs shaking as they clamp around my hand, nearly crushing them the same way I wish she'd do to my fucking head.
"Oh, that's it, Bunny. You're so good. This cunt'ssogood, squeezing around me like a vice, trying to take me deeper and deeper."
I pump my fingers into her again and again, delirious with the need to make this fucking last, make her squeal and come until she can't take it any longer. "Ilovefucking you with my hand. Could do this forever as long as you keep creaming for me."
Dragging her through it over and over, I squeeze every drop of pleasure from her until her fluttering pussy calms, and she descends into overstimulation. Easing my fingers from her, I hold them up to catch the flashing, colorful light, her orgasm dripping down my digits.
"So pretty," I mumble, finding Brigit staring with similar wonder. Sticking them into my mouth, I groan at her flavor. Cunt is always going to taste like cunt, but hers tastes like it's mine, like she was made to be fingered and eaten and fucked by me, brought to orgasm every single day by me and only me.
Her brows furrow again, watching me salaciously enjoy everything she gave me.
All that rigid posture from before has fled, leaving her soft and pliant in my hold, even leaning back against my arm behind her.
Her breathing slowly returns to normal as the crowd around us dissipates, off to drink and fuck, flooded with the endorphins from watching such violent depravity.
Once the room is empty of everyone but us and staff, I help her to her feet, slipping my knife back into my pocket and grabbing the folder to bring to my office.
Her eyes stay locked on the floor, refusing to look at me.
"Brigit," I use a gentle grip to lift her chin, bringing her gaze to mine. She's still red and warm from the afterglow, still slightly dazed. But her expression is not that of a woman who just had an overwhelming orgasm. "What's wrong?"
She clears her throat, "I shouldn't- shouldn't have?—"
"Shouldn't have what?"
"Let you do that."
"You didn't," I shrug. Brigit and I both know she enjoyed every second. But if she needs me to carry the burden of her dark desires, that's what I'll do. "I didn't give you a choice. If you've forgotten, I'm not above harming people to get what I want."
"And what you wanted was..." her voice trails off.
"To make you come on my fingers, yeah."
"Cormac!" Skyler's too excited voice echoes off the walls as he bounds up to us, shirtless, caked in blood, and looking far too happy about it. "Oh, hi! You must be Brigit. Nice to meet you. Did you enjoy the show?"
There's no way he could have known what we were getting up to during his fight, but the wild, self-satisfied smirk across his face makes it clear he knows anyway.
Brigit turns bright red, clearing her throat. "Okay, well, you have what you needed from me. I should get going."
Skyler's grin grows at her blushing cheeks. Fucking asshole knows how much she enjoyed the show.
Any normal guy would be bristling with jealousy at the idea of his obsession having an orgasm while their eyes were locked on another man. But it's not about him, it's about the blood and violence. It could have been anyone, and she would have enjoyed it all the same.
"Actually, I think we should go over it together," I grin.
"That wasn't the deal," she mumbles, her eyes flicking between me and Skyler, who hasn't yet gotten the message that he should walk away.
"I guess next time you'll get it in writing, won't you, Miss Lawyer?" I chuckle. "It won't take long. I’ll get you a bottle of water.” I can’t resist the need to take care of her in some small way after so brutally ravaging her.
Discomfort twists her face, the guilt she feels growing. She knows she should say no. So do I.
But I can't bear to see her leave yet.
"I insist," a wicked grin pulls at my lips. "I can either insist nicely or not so nicely. Your pick."
After only a moment's pause, she nods. "Fine. Lead the way."
Chapter 14
