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As the water sputters out of the tap, I stare at the mosaic tiles lining the mirror, trying to make sense of what just happened.
I’m disgusted with myself. How my body reacted under the strong hand of Lorcan Quinn. My fingers dip below my sundress, brushing over my sensitive mound. Andboy,did it react. The hard feeling of his bulge against my pussy as his heavy hand ran over the back of my thighs and ass. The coldness of his ring as it slammed down on my cheeks. The white-hot sting that shouldn’t have felt sogoddamn good.Especially not after Cillian’s revelation that he buried his fatheralive.
How could I go from being sickened by him to arching my back for him in less than ten minutes?
It was a poisonous cocktail I had no right to enjoy. But I kept drinking from his cup. I could have ended it by succumbing, by telling him what he wanted to hear. But I kept drinking from his cup. I could have ended it by succumbing, by telling him what he wanted to hear. I could have curled my hand around the Faberge egg shard that I constantly keep under my pillow, and used it to slice his throat. Instead, I spread my legs when he demanded it, I looked him in the eye when he told me to, and Ilet him.I let him tease an orgasm from my aching pussy while staring the Devil in the eye. He didn’t take it, I let him.
And despite my better judgment, I enjoyed every goddamn second of it.
Another realization washes over me, crushing the air from my lungs. “Fuck,” I whisper, putting my sweaty face in my hands.
I cheated on Sam. His kind brown eyes, his wide, innocent smile that stretches across his face every time he sees me pops into my brain.
He’s so…sweet. And I’ve completely betrayed his trust.
The Devil himself isn’t in the room anymore, but a variation of it sits on my shoulder, spewing its poison in my ear.
When has Sam ever made you feel like that?
To distract myself from any more intrusive thoughts, I slip the dress over my head and plunge myself into the ice-cold water. The air escapes my lungs, leaving me gasping for breath. But I force myself onto my ass, then onto my back, until I’m neck-deep in punishment.
The Devil has a hold on me.
I’m staring at the chandelier—it’s incredibly impressive, actually. Vintage Givenchy, if I’m not mistaken, made in Germany by the one and only William Kent—when there’s a timid knock on the door.
Orna.
Despite the numbness veiling my brain and body, shame seeps in.God, I hope she doesn’t know what just happened.
“I’m in the bath,” I call out, thrashing about to get out and wrap a towel around my shoulders. “You can come in—I’ll be out in a second.”
“No worries, lovie,” she calls, breezily. “I’m only bringing some dinner.”
Dinner?I think as I tug on a silk robe. Guess the time flies when you’re dancing with the Devil.
I emerge from the bathroom and am immediately greeted by Orna’s apologetic face. “Listen, I’m sorry about Lorc. It was completely my fault. I lost track of time and—”
“Don’t be silly. Really. Thank you for even asking him. I’m surprised he agreed.”
She flashes me a grin. “Seems like you know him too well already.”
I fluster, lowering my eyes to the floor.Better than I’d like after today.I turn my attention to the tray on the dresser and let out a small laugh. “Come on, Orna. That meal is ridiculous.”
It’s not dinner, it’s a banquet. Tacos on one plate, a huge serving bowl of Mexican rice on another, and a whole host of dips.
“I thought you’d be starving after breaking your hunger strike,” she grins. “I’m sure you’ll find room for it. I’ll be back in a few hours and I hope to see shiny clean plates!”
As she turns to leave, the sudden realization that I don’t want to be left alone with my thoughts hits me like a ton of bricks. “Wait,” I stammer. “Share this…buffetwith me.”
“No, no, I’ll—”
“Please,” I say, not caring that desperation is seeping into my tone. I can tell Orna recognizes it from the way her eyebrows soften. She agrees.
“Fine—I’ve been run off my feet today and I’m in enough trouble as it is.”
She sets the tray on the chaise lounge, sitting to one side of it. I try not to think about what Lorcan was doing to me in that exact spot less than an hour earlier.
I sit on the other side of her, reaching for a taco and cramming it into my mouth. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until now. “Damn,” I say through a mouthful of pulled pork, “this is amazing.”
