Page 117 of Deceived Wrath

“No matter,” he says with a smirk before cutting away the rest of my top.

I huff. “Seriously?”

He slices through my bra straps.

I roll my eyes. “You wouldn’t do that if you knew how expensive underwear is.”

“If you’re a good girl for me and do as you’re told, I’ll give you my card and you can buy as many scraps of lace as you like,” he murmurs, tossing aside what’s left of my bra before bending down and wrapping his lips around my nipple.

“Oh, god… That seems fair.” I arch against his touch.

“But until then, you need to do exactly as I ask.”

I squirm as his breath tickles my nipple. “And if I don’t?”

Cormac looks up at me under his lashes, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he runs the tip of the blade along the curve of my breast. “Do you really want to find out what happens if you disobey me?”

Yes.

As if reading my thoughts, Cormac bites down on my nipple, and I cry out at the sharp sting of pain.

He chuckles. “That’s what I thought.”

“Asshole.”

He presses the blade into the soft swell of my breast. “You won’t be calling me that when I make you come.”

I gasp, arching against him. “Do you want to fuck around and find out?”

Cormac’s eyes darken with need. “That’s exactly what I intend to do.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

FIONA

Once all ofmy 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.”