“Please,Cormac.” She tries to push back against me, but I hold her ass still.
“I control the pace. And I control your climax. That is, if I let you come at all.”
Fiona only whimpers.
“I forgot what a quick learner you are. Do you think that if you’re quiet and don’t fight me that I’ll automatically let you come?”
I watch with feral delight as Fiona fights against the restraints.
From the way her pussy clenches around my cock, she must be getting close, and I knowexactlywhat will send her over the edge.
I lean forward and grab a fistful of her hair.
“Who do you belong to?” I growl as I pull on the strands.
Fiona cries out as she arches her neck.
“Tell me.”
“You,” she gasps as I slam into her. “I belong…to…you.”
“That’s right. Now, be a good fucking girl and come on my cock.”
My pace is punishing as I bring us both to the edge.
I glance down and see my cock glistening with Fiona’s arousal, and my balls start to tighten. I feel as if all the anger and the pain of the past twenty-four hours is about to explode out of my body as I reach the brink of climaxing.
“Cormac!” Fiona cries as she comes.
“Fuck,” I hiss through my teeth as her pussy spasms around my cock.
My hips jerk, and then I’m spilling inside her.
Only when she’s taken every last drop from me do I untangle my fist from her hair and quickly slide my cock free before I do something stupid like carry her into the shower and take her a second time.
This had to be a one-off, nothing more.
Right now, I need to get the hell out of here and clear my head, otherwise I could do something stupid, like forgive her.
I shove my cock back into my pants before reaching forward to untie Fiona’s wrists.
“This means nothing,” I say once she’s finally free.
She opens her mouth to respond, but I don’t give her a chance.
I simply walk out the door without looking back, leaving her sprawled on the bed with my release running down her thighs.
Chapter Seven
FIONA
I lie awake,staring at the ceiling, long after Cormac leaves. My mind is racing faster than my heart as I think back to the way he looked at me last night.
As much as I wanted to have some sort of intimacy with him, in whatever way he was willing to give me, it only left me feeling empty.
Even in the beginning, when we were just messing around in his office after work, he always made a point to make sure I was satisfied first.
But last night, he was different. His touch felt cold rather than comforting.
