Page 136 of Deceived Wrath

“You could at least have the decency to join me in the shower.”

“It’s called having self-control. Now, go and shower.”

I roll my eyes dramatically before escaping into the bathroom to shower.

The mirror is completely fogged over from the steam, so I can’t fully see my reflection as I slip on the pale blue silk dress I brought from home on impulse.

I’m pretty sure it might even be Zoe’s, but I know she wouldn’t mind if it was being used for a good cause, like torturing Cormac.

The material is soft against my skin and clings to all the places Cormac’s hands tend to linger.

When I step back into the room, he’s busy fastening his tie, that is until he sees me.

He freezes as his eyes roam over me, and even from across the room, I can see them glaze over.

“Fuck it. Dinner’s not important,” he grunts before stalking toward me.

“Wait.” I place a hand on his chest, and Cormac groans as his eyes flick to my breasts that are barely contained by my dress. “What happened to having self-control?”

He fingers the material. “That was before you decided to wear this. This dress should come with a warning label.”

“I wasn’t sure about the color?—”

My words cut off as Cormac’s hands slide over my waist, pulling me flush against him as his lips brush the curve of my throat.

I laugh softly, enjoying how easy it is to unravel him.

As Cormac nips at my skin, my gaze drifts toward the balcony and the breathtaking view of the city.

“Cormac,” I gasp, and he pulls away.

“Something wrong?”

I shake my head as I look over to the balcony again.

He follows my line of sight, and I see the moment he realizes what I’m silently asking.

The old me would have never considered something as reckless as having sex out there, but Cormac makes me feel safe enough to step out of my comfort zone.

“Come on.” His voice is rough with need.

He takes my hand and leads me outside, and I stare in wonder at the snow-covered city beneath us.

It almost doesn’t look real, as if I just stepped into a snow globe.

Cormac steps behind me, and I relax against him as his hands settle on my hips.

“We can stop at any point,” he murmurs in my ear.

“I know.”

“Do you trust me?”

I turn my head just enough to glance at him, my heart thudding in my chest. “Yes.”

I hold his gaze as he slowly undoes my zipper. Despite the frigid air, I don’t feel cold. Not when Cormac’s body radiates enough heat for the both of us.

Cormac groans when my dress falls to the floor. “Fiona. you weren’t even wearing panties?”