Page 62 of Deceived Wrath

Cormac keeps his eyes locked on mine as he reaches for his desk drawer and pulls it open. “Are you sure about that?”

My eyes flick to the object in his hand, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I eye the six-inch blade.

Of all the things I was hoping he would pull out of that drawer, a knife isn’t one of them.

I came in here for sex, not to getmurdered.

He smirks. “Don’t worry. You’ll enjoy it.”

Easy for him to say. He won’t be the one bleeding to death.

His eyes are glued to mine. “Do you trust me?”

Hell fucking no.

But, of course, I nod because the only other option is to bolt out of here and lose any progress that I’ve made with Cormac.

He tilts the blade so that the overhead light bounces off it. “I’m going to need you to say the words out loud.”

“I trust you,” I say, even though my body is screaming at me to run.

“Good. Now, lie on the desk and lift up your dress.”

I glance over at the door. “Uh… Aren’t you going to lock that?”

“Where would be the fun in that?”

My heart is pounding in my chest.

This could be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. I am not just putting my pleasure in Cormac’s hands, but apparently also my life. But that’s not enough to stop me from doing exactly as he says.

Lying back on the desk, I pull my dress up around my waist. I keep my eyes locked on the knife, not wanting to drop my guard completely.

For all I know, Cormac has found out I’m working with Lorcan and is about to plunge that knife right into my neck.

He moves to stand between my legs. “I suggest you do exactly as I ask. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

My mouth goes dry as he slowly runs the tip of the blade along my thigh.

He’s barely applying any pressure, but it’s still enough to get my pulse quickening.

Cormac’s eyes darken as he drags the blade higher and higher up my thigh.

“What are you planning to do with that?” I ask a little breathlessly.

“Why? Are you nervous?”

Cormac smirks before he slides the blade beneath the seam of my panties and quickly slices through the material.

I suck in a breath as he does the same to the other side before tugging at the scraps of lace until I’m laid bare before him.

“Much better. Now, spread those thighs wider so I can taste you.”

This man is actually going to kill me.

I do as he asks, watching his eyes flash with hunger when I finally part my legs. That look alone is enough to have me aching with need, but it becomes almost unbearable when he lowers his mouth to my pussy.

My back bows off the desk at the first drag of his tongue along my core, but I quickly recover when something sharp stings my thigh.