Page 45 of Ruined Wrath
A quiet whimper escapes her lips, and I have to swallow a groan.
She might as well have reached into my pants and gripped my cock from how that one sound makes me want to explode.
I lean in close enough that my mouth brushes her ear.
She smells like soap and something unmistakably her. She shivers despite the coldness in my voice, and that only makes me angrier, not just at her but at myself, at the fact that no matter how badly she hurts me, my body wants her.
“This,” I murmur, my voice low and ruthless, as I force her legs apart with my thigh. “Is for me.”
Her eyes flutter closed as I press my hardening cock against her thigh.
I reach for my belt. “This isn’t me rewarding you for doing what you were told, for once.”
“Cormac…”
My name on her lips is enough to make me relinquish the small fragment of control I have left.
Leaving my belt half unbuckled, I take my hands to Fiona’s ass and lift her off the ground at the same time my mouth claims hers.
She parts her lips instantly, letting me slide my tongue inside her warm mouth as she tightens her thighs around my waist.
Until now, Fiona has been hesitant toward my touch, at least at first.
But not today.
It seems she needs the release just as much as I do.
She sinks her fingers into my hair, pulling hard enough at the strands to make me hiss through my teeth.
“Nice try.” I wrap her ponytail around my fist and tug on it hard.
Her head falls back, exposing the long column of her neck that is practically begging to be sucked on.
With my other hand, I roughly pull her skirt up around her waist, exposing a pair of black lace panties.
For some reason, that has me seeing red.
Maybe because it reminds me so much of those early days when Fiona was working as my assistant and I was working on not fucking falling for her.
I push Fiona back against the wall and pull her panties to the side, trying to ignore the sounds of her needy panting. I keep hold of her ponytail, using my free hand to reach into my pants and pull my cock free.
“Please,” she moans as I line myself up with her entrance.
As I jerk my hips, sinking my cock inside her in one hard thrust, I lean forward and bite down on her neck.
Fiona trembles in my arms, her thighs tensing around me as her inner walls clench.
It would be so easy to carry her over to the couch, but I can’t allow myself to make this comfortable. I need it to be rough and messy in order to ignore the feelings that are threatening to surface.
So, I keep hold of her hair, pulling hard enough on the strands to make her cry out as I thrust my cock inside her, hard enough to leave my mark on her for days to come.
I don’t whisper how much of a good girl she is in her ear, or tell her how incredible her pussy feels, no matter how much I want to.
Instead, I say nothing, choosing to occupy my mouth by exploring her neck or bending down and biting her nipple through her top.
She surrenders to my touch completely without complaint. She takes each brutal thrust in her stride, grinding her hips to meet me stroke for stroke.
“Fuck,” I groan, burying my face in her neck when the base of my spine starts to tingle.
