Page 107 of Ruined Wrath
“And you what?”
“I was worried he was coming to take me away from you.”
No gun to my head has ever felt like this.
I force my voice to stay calm even though I want nothing more than to put my fist through a wall. “Just because he’s your grandfather doesn’t mean he’s going to be a part of your life.”
Scout considers this, then nods slowly. “I like our family. You and Fiona and Uncle Brennan, and even Uncle Ronan when he’s not being grumpy.”
I reach out to ruffle his hair. “Me too.”
Scout’s eyes brighten suddenly, all traces of tiredness gone in an instant. “Can I have ice cream?”
“You’ve just brushed your teeth.”
“Please?”
I shake my head, smiling despite everything. “One scoop, and that’s it. Don’t tell Fiona.”
Scout grins like we’re about to go and pull off a heist.
But as I watch him chatter over a bowl of vanilla ice cream, I know distractions like this won’t work forever.
One day, he’ll want the whole truth. The only problem is, I don’t know how to tell it without breaking something inside him.
Once Scout is finally asleep, I head down the hall and find Fiona in her room.
She looks up when I walk in, and for a second, we just stare at each other, the air thick with everything unsaid.
Then I’m crossing the room and lifting her into my arms, my mouth finding hers as I carry her over to the bed.
“Is everything okay?” she whispers against my lips.
I reach for the hem of her shirt. “I don’t want to talk.”
Fiona holds her arms up over her head, and I slowly peel off her clothes, letting myself focus on nothing but the feeling of her skin beneath my fingers.
She lays back against the pillows. “What do you want, Cormac?”
I admire her breasts, running my thumbs over the hard peaks of her nipples, trailing my hands down her waist and tugging at the waistband of her pants. “To bury my face between your thighs.”
Fiona’s eyes flutter closed as she leans back, letting me strip off the rest of her clothes. When she’s naked, I place my hands on her knees and slowly spread them apart to reveal her glistening pussy.
“You spoil me, Fi,” I growl before dipping my head between her thighs and running my tongue along her slit.
She gasps. “Trust me, the feeling is mutual.”
Her fingers sink into my hair, tugging hard enough to make me hiss, but I don’t want it to stop.
My girl knows me. She knows I can’t just enjoy the pleasure. My brain is wired for pain, and she’s going to give it to me.
“Oh, fuck, don’t stop,” she moans, arching her hips as I sink my tongue inside her.
“I have no intention of stopping.”
My fingers dig into her ass as I hold her against my mouth, licking and sucking at every drop of arousal that drips down her thighs.
My own hips jerk as I pump my tongue inside her. My cock is throbbing as it strains against my zipper, but I can wait. Right now, I want to focus on nothing but how goddamn sweet Fiona tastes. I don’t think I will ever get enough.
