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Fiona tightens her thighs around me, digging her heels into my ass to drive my cock even deeper.
Beneath my shirt, my skin is slick with sweat as I fight to hold off from coming. Only because once it’s over, I have to go back to pretending to hate her.
“Mark me, Cormac,” Fiona whispers in my ear, her breath hot on my skin. “Show me who I belong to.”
I couldn’t hold back even if I wanted to.
My hips jerk as I spill inside her, grunting with each thrust as Fiona comes along with me.
I hold her head against my shoulder, muffling the sounds of her cries as her pussy clenches around my cock, milking every last drop.
Fiona is still trembling from the force of her climax as I slide my cock free and lower her to the floor.
It’s physically painful to separate myself from her, but I have to.
My hands don’t linger on her waist or brush the strands of hair out of her face that have come free from her ponytail. I simply shove my cock back into my pants and leave her standing there, her chest heaving and my release trickling down her inner thigh, because I need her to think I don’t care, even though I do.
I care so fucking much that it kills me every time I think about what she did to me.
Chapter Eleven
FIONA
For the firsttime in what feels like forever, the Sullivan estate feels almost peaceful. There are no raised voices or frantic footsteps. The only sound is the low hum of mundane life.
I lean against the kitchen counter, cradling a mug of coffee in my hands, letting the heat seep into my skin.
Riley sits at the island still in her pajamas, the dark circles under her eyes telling me it was another rough night with Aubrey, but she never complains. She tucks into her breakfast as she absentmindedly rocks Aubrey in her baby bouncer with her toe.
I almost don’t want to acknowledge the rare sense of calm that I feel as I listen to Riley chatter away, as if doing so will jinx it. So, I settle for enjoying my coffee before Aubrey decides to scream the house down.
But it seems like Ciara might have beaten her to it by the way she bursts into the kitchen like a tornado. “Zoe is coming over!”
I nearly choke on my coffee, staring at her in disbelief. “What? How? Why?”
“Who’s coming over?” Riley asks.
“My new best friend,” Ciara says brightly. “Or rather, Fiona’s best friend. Zoe.”
My heart slams against my ribs as I think of Cormac and the strict rules he’s put in place to punish me.
I’m pretty sure none of them included sitting around and gossiping with my best friend.
“Ciara, you can’t just?—”
Ciara climbs onto a stool and immediately reaches for a piece of bacon from Riley’s plate. “She messaged me on Instagram. She said you weren’t answering your phone, and she was starting to think you’d been kidnapped or joined a cult.”
Riley snorts. “Honestly, it’s a fair assumption.”
My stomach drops. “She did?”
“So, I invited her over. I hope that’s okay, I know this is your house, Riles,” Ciara adds, looking sheepish.
Riley shrugs. “She can come over if she’s willing to change a diaper. That’s a non-negotiable.”
“Please be joking,” I say.
“Not even a little. I’m running a dictatorship now, sorry,” she mutters before stuffing a piece of waffle into her mouth.
