Page 109 of Ruined Wrath
“Cormac!” Fiona cries, her back arching, as I start pumping my hips.
“Keep screaming my name, baby.” I bring my palm down onto her cheek, hard enough to leave a mark.
Fiona buries her face in the pillow to muffle her moans.
I bring one foot up onto the bed to deepen the angle.
My pace is punishing, but I know she can handle it. I know she craves the feeling my cock leaves behind, that subtle ache between her thighs every time she walks.
“I love watching your ass bounce on my cock.” I land another spank to her cheek, causing her to cry out. “So fucking sexy.”
“It’s all yours.”
I have to grit my teeth to stop from spilling. I swear she knows exactly what to say to get me hovering right on the edge of my release.
“I need more,” Fiona gasps, and I smirk.
“Does my girl want to come again?”
Fiona lets out a frustrated groan, and I chuckle.
“You’ve been so good for me, so I’ll let you come, but only because it feels so fucking good when you clench around my cock.”
I lean forward, reach around, and start rubbing her clit.
Fiona throws her head back, her blonde hair cascading down her back, as she grinds against my hand. She’s absolutely dripping, and the sound of our bodies moving together is enough to make me clench my ass cheeks as I fight to hold on for a little longer.
Fiona lets out a choked sound, and then she’s coming, her inner walls pulsing around my cock as her body trembles with the force of her orgasm.
I pump my hips faster as my release builds and builds, and then my body jerks, and I’m coming.
“Holy shit,” I groan as I empty myself inside Fiona.
It’s a while until our breathing evens out, and I find the strength to untangle myself from Fiona.
I collapse onto the bed and immediately pull her against my chest, pressing a kiss to her temple.
As Fiona drifts off to sleep in my arms, I lie awake and stare at the ceiling, thinking about Scout and Adrian.
I know Adrian is not going to simply back down. He’s going to keep fighting until he gets what he wants, and what he wants is my son.
My phone buzzes somewhere on the floor, and I carefully slide out from under Fiona and reach for my pants.
I pull my phone from the pocket and silently curse as I see a message from Adrian.
I’m not going away. He’s my blood. I will see him.
I read it twice, then I put the phone on silent and toss it back onto the pile of discarded clothes.
He can try all he wants, but Adrian Smirnov is not getting anywhere near my son.
Not while I’m still breathing.
Chapter Twenty-Five
FIONA
I plasteron a brave face as I head downstairs for breakfast early the next morning. I have no idea if Riley or Ciara have been brought up to date with the latest news on Lorcan, but just in case they haven’t, I don’t want to be the one to put a damper on things.
