Page 137 of Deceived Wrath

I try to feign innocence as Cormac spins us around so his back is to the city skyline.

His eyes dip to my breasts and my painfully hard nipples that are practically begging for his attention.

“The dress was too tight…” My words catch in my throat as Cormac starts loosening his tie, the dark silk slipping through his fingers.

My pulse quickens as he lifts my hands above my head.

“This okay?” He brushes his knuckles over my wrists.

“Yes,” I gasp.

Satisfaction flickers in his eyes as he threads the tie around my wrists.

“Hold still.” He lifts my arms slightly toward the balcony’s overhead light fixture, guiding me until I’m barely able to touch the ground.

Heat ripples through my body from the sudden rush of adrenaline.

Cormac steps closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“Good girl,” he murmurs before dropping to his knees.

“Oh, my god.” I cling to the tie around my wrists as Cormac grips the back of my thighs and throws them over his shoulders.

But then his mouth is on my pussy, any fear I had of being caught or dying of hypothermia vanishes because thattongue…

“Remind me why I wanted to go for dinner?” Cormac runs his tongue along my slit.

I moan as I grind my hips against his face. “Something about self-control.”

Cormac sinks his fingers into my ass as he holds me against his mouth, feasting on me like a starving animal.

I whimper. “Are you sure this is safe?”

When he doesn’t answer, I glance down to find him smirking up at me, his lips wet with my arousal.

“Relax and focus on how good it feels.” He dips his tongue inside me.

My body jolts at the rush of pleasure, but between the tie around my wrists and Cormac’s hold on me, I barely move.

“See? I’ve got you. Now, relax so you can come for me.”

I don’t need to be asked twice.

My head falls back on my shoulders as I close my eyes, losing myself to the feeling of Cormac’s tongue exploring my pussy. But it doesn’t take long for the warmth from his mouth, mixed with the cold air, to leave me breathless and aching for relief.

“More,” I beg.

Cormac nips at my inner thigh, and I cry out.

“I might not have a knife on me this time, but I can still punish you. So, you better remember who is in charge here.”

“You’re the one who’s on your knees.”

I sneak a glance at Cormac to find his dark eyes glowering up at me, but I don’t balk.

He likes the game just as much as I do.

“And yet, I’m the one with all the power.” He leans in and flicks his tongue over my clit.