Page 63 of Deceived Wrath

“I’m going to need you to stay still,” Cormac warns as he looks up at me from between my thighs.

He can’t be serious.

As if reading my thoughts, Cormac flicks his tongue over my clit as he digs the tip of the blade into my inner thigh.

I bite down on my lip, desperate to try and will my body not to react, but my pulse is thrumming in my ears and between my legs.

“Good girl.”

I swallow a whimper as Cormac licks along my center, taking his time to explore my pussy with his tongue.

Not once does he release the pressure of the blade from my thigh, leaving me paralyzed with both fear and need.

I want more. I want to reach down and tug on those thick strands of dark hair and hold his mouth to my pussy as I grind my hips. But I know the second I move, Cormac will pull away.

Our relationship is nothing more than a battle of wills, and even when I think I’m winning, he always leaves me desperate for more.

“Cormac,” I gasp as he drags the tip of the blade up toward my pussy.

“Yes, Fiona?”

I desperately try to grip the edge of the desk to hold myself steady, but that only seems to encourage Cormac more.

He pulls his mouth away, and I glance down as he presses the flat side of the blade against my clit.

I gasp at how cold it feels, but then he slowly starts to rub it back and forth, and I can’t stop the moan from escaping my lips.

“I knew you would enjoy this.” He gazes down at my pussy.

I’m practically trembling, but if it is from fear or need, I can no longer tell.

“I bet I could get you to come for me just from this.”

“Please.” I try to squeeze my thighs together.

“But that will have to wait because right now I need you to come on my tongue.”

When Cormac lowers his mouth to my pussy once more, my climax starts to build.

If I wasn’t so focused on the fact that he has a knife practically pressed to my femoral artery, I would be impressed at how quickly he’s learned what I like.

“Oh, fuck,yes,” I moan as he sinks his tongue inside me.

I try to arch my hips, silently pleading for more. But instead of giving me what I want, he pulls back.

“I told you to stay still.” He drags his tongue along my slit.

Before I can protest, he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks at the same moment he digs the knife into my thigh deep enough to pierce the skin.

I cry out, but not from the pain.

The rush of adrenaline has me climaxing so hard I’m practically sobbing.

But Cormac doesn’t stop. He only pushes me further, sucking on my clit until my arousal starts to drip down my thighs.

When Cormac finally straightens, I glance down at my thighs and notice a streak of blood. But the sight of it doesn’t make me panic. Somehow, it only turns me on more.

What the hell is wrong with me? I shouldn’t like this.