Page 118 of Deceived Wrath

“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 howgoodit 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?”