Page 64 of Deceived Wrath

I shouldn’twantthis…

Cormac reaches for his belt, and my mind suddenly empties as my eyes are drawn to the hard outline of his cock.

“Don’t move.” He takes the knife and leans forward to press the edge of the blade against my throat as he works his belt with the other.

Am I really about to let him do this?

When he pushes the tip of his cock inside me, I realize I am because it just feels too good.

“Fuck,” Cormac groans as he thrusts his hips forward, burying himself inside me completely.

The movement has the edge of the blade digging into my skin, and I freeze, too scared to even lift my hips. I’m completely at his mercy.

And I love it.

“Fiona,” he growls as he slams into me.

I swallow a cry at the cold metal of the knife against my skin.

I’ve never felt so damn vulnerable, but as I watch Cormac’s expression turn feral as he fucks me, I know I never want it to stop.

I dig my heels into his ass. “More.”

“You sure?” He grips my hip so tight I know it will leave a bruise.

I try to nod, but Cormac only pushes the blade against my neck harder.

I strain against it, trying hard to keep my body relaxed as he tilts my head up, but with each pump of his hips, another orgasm starts to build, and I just need more.

“Don’t stop,” I pant as I try to move my hips to match his pace, but Cormac only pins me down with his free hand.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he grunts.

The tendons in his neck strain as he fights to keep his control.

I wrap my hands around his forearm, sinking my nails into the skin, as I dare him to push the knife harder against me.

His eyes flash with need, and I offer him a smile in return.

“Let’s see just how much you’re enjoying this.” He grits his teeth as he slides his cock free before thrusting it back in so deep it hits that spot inside me that has my thighs trembling.

Oh, fuck. This is it. This is the part where I either orgasm or die, or maybe both.

I hold onto Cormac as he lets the last of his control go.

It’s all I can do to remember to breathe as his pace becomes almost brutal.

He gives me no time to recover. With each slam of his hips, he buries his cock inside me in one quick thrust as the knife continues to push against my throat.

Every cry I make seems to drive Cormac closer to the edge.

He is relentless, claiming me with every thrust until we both can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck,yes,” he groans as he spills into me so hard I feel it drip down my thighs.

My body violently trembles as I strain against his hold, wanting to ride out my own climax as he continues to move inside me.

I whimper as my inner walls pulse around his cock, and Cormac feels it too as his lips lift into a feral smile. “That’s it, take every last drop.”