Page 56 of Deceived Wrath

There’s that lip bite again that has my cock twitching in my pants.

Fiona shakes her head, and I narrow my eyes.

“I warned you that I don’t like being teased,” I growl as I slide my hands beneath her skirt and hoist it up until it’s around her waist.

Fiona sucks in a breath as I expose her bright pink panties.

“And these?” I look at her as I tug on the waistband.

She gasps. “Purely a preference.”

“Hmm… So, how did you know I like lace?”

She opens her mouth to answer just as I run my finger along the seam, tracing the length of her pussy over the lace, which is already soaked with her arousal.

I press down on her clit. “Tell me something, Miss Callahan… Do you like to be teased?”

Fiona’s answering whimper has me swallowing a groan.

I start circling my finger. “I asked you a question. I suggest you answer it.”

“Yes,” she chokes.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I like…being teased.”

“Then I suggest you take off those pretty little panties before I rip them off you.”

Fiona goes to step out of her heels, but I reach out to grip her hip.

She blinks at me, her eyes already glazed with need.

“Keep the shoes on.”

I watch her, transfixed, as she slides the skimpy lace over her thighs.

My body vibrates from the amount of restraint I’m having to use to stop myself from pinning her to my desk and sinking my cock inside her.

I hold out my hand. “Those belong to me.”

Fiona scowls but drops the scrap of lace into it, and I quickly pocket them.

“Good girl, now…come here.”

I spread my legs even wider, and she steps between them. I haven’t even touched her yet, and I can see how wet she is.

Fuck, I want to taste her, but I know that’s what she wants from the way her eyes are glazed, and I’m not about to give in.

“Eyes on me.” I reach between her legs and slowly run two fingers along her pussy.

She’s even wetter than I expected, and I fight back a groan as my cock strains against my zipper.

“Cormac,” she gasps when I gently start to push my finger inside her.

I never thought hearing my name on Fiona Callahan’s lips would have me on the verge of coming. But then again, I’ve severely underestimated the effect she has on me.

“You can take both.” It’s not an order.