Page 116 of Deceived Wrath

“Why?”

“Because I told you to.”

That’s good enough for me.

I’ve never needed to get out of my own head more than I do right now, and being with Cormac is the perfect way to do that.

My eyelids flutter closed as I relax into the mattress.

Cormac continues to kiss along my neck as his hands roam beneath my shirt, squeezing my waist before moving further up to cup my breasts over my bra.

“Cormac…” I gasp as his thumbs rub over my hardening nipples.

“Arms above your head,” he growls.

I do as he asks, my pulse already thrumming in my ears as I anticipate what he’s going to do. Though with Cormac, I can never know for certain.

Something soft and silky wraps around my wrists, and a rush of adrenaline courses through me as he binds my hands to the headboard.

“Much better,” he murmurs.

I tug against them, but there’s no give.

A tiny flutter of panic settles in my chest, but then Cormac’s hands are on my body once more, roaming beneath my shirt as his mouth explores mine, and that panic turns into excitement.

I fight against the restraints, desperate to get my hands on him too, but of course, it’s no use.

Cormac chuckles against my mouth as I let out a groan.

“Nice try.” He sits back on his heels and gazes down at me.

“I knew you were a closet sadist.”

Cormac smirks as he reaches into his pocket, drawing my eyes to the very prominent bulge in the front of his pants.

I whimper as a dull ache starts to build between my thighs.

God, I need him so badly.

I’m so distracted by my own desire that I don’t even notice that Cormac has a knife in his hand until he’s slicing open my blouse.

“Were you seriously walking around the house with a weapon?” I stare down at the blade with my eyes about to bulge out.

Cormac chuckles as he runs his finger along the edge of the knife.

My mouth goes dry as I watch him, knowing all too well what those fingers can do.

“It’s a small switchblade. I was a Boy Scout who was taught that you never know when you’re going to need a weapon.”

“Pretty sure this wasn’t what they had in mind.” I pant as he slices off the rest of the buttons until my shirt falls open.

He bends down and presses a kiss to my navel, and I shiver as his stubble rubs against my skin.

I try to remember how to breathe. “There’s only one problem.”

“Oh?” Cormac glances up at me, his eyes darkening with need.

“You should’ve gotten me naked andthentied me up,” I tease as I tug against the restraints.