Cormack

by C. M. Steele

  “I’m a gig birl,” she says, giggling. “I mean a big girl. You have a way of messing up my head, Mr. Delaney.” She leans in and whispers, “And ruining my panties.”

  “Good. I’ll make sure to have new ones for you in the morning,” I whisper along the shell of her ear before snagging her lobe between my teeth. “Are these wet for me?” I cup her sex over her jeans, testing the wet heat against my fingers.

  “Yes,” she moans along my throat, and I can’t stop myself from doing what I need.

  “I’m going to kiss you,” I warn her. “It’s the only time I’ll ask.”

  “That wasn’t asking.”

  “It’s the closest it’s going to get, love.” I crush my mouth to hers, pinning her against the door to her room, slipping my tongue between her lips until I’m ready to fucking ram into her. With all the strength I can muster, I pull back and step a foot away.

  “Get inside, my love,” I say with my voice shaky and gruff as I hold back the urge to fill her womb, right here, right now.

  “Do you have to go?”

  “It’s for the best.” Sweat beads down my spine, thinking about how much I want to fucking be inside my bride. Taking her to my home would be a blessing, but it must wait. Tomorrow is a Family matter, and I don’t want to bring her into my sadness and concern.

  “Sweet dreams, Cormack.”

  “They will be. I’m going to dream of being deep inside of you, Gloria.” She blushes and closes the door. I stand there for another minute, adjusting my heavy cock and regaining control of my hunger before leaving. I send a message to have someone here in the next hour. I don’t want her unprotected for no fucking reason. Still, I have to go before I can’t leave her.

  I get in my car, and we make it to my estate when I forget all the reasons why I can’t have her tonight. I take my Land Rover, leaving my driver there because I have no intention of making him wait.

  Chapter Two

  Gloria

  I can’t believe how intense Cormack Delaney is, but I should have known better.

  He’s the dark prince in this region. I might be a tourist, but I heard his name mentioned on the news the morning after the death of his father. Although the news hadn’t gone into details about the suspected illicit activity and Cormack’s involvement, I knew the second his men took that asshole who tried to rob me Cormack wasn’t just a business owner. He’s the type of man I lived with my whole life… a mafioso.

  On a whim, I took a chance and made it my mission to meet him and determine if this attraction is more than just a fleeting fancy and it is. Nothing prepared me for the reaction my body would have the second I stepped inside Delaney’s.

  Cormack watched me from across the bar like a hawk, stalking his prey, and I let him, pretending to be ignorant of his undivided attention. I went about drinking the wine, part in nervousness and part in looking for liquid courage. I’ve never met a man that immediately pierced my soul and stole it with one look.

  Being the daughter of a mob boss, I’d met many men in my father’s circle that he deemed worthy of my attention and finding every single one of them not worth giving up my freedom, but Cormack is different. He pulled me in and didn’t even realize it.

  I played along, attempting to fight his demands even though I wanted to climb on his lap in public and let him maul me for everyone to see.

  When I closed the door on Cormack, praying that he’d come back pounding on it, and begging to let him in to worship me.

  My body hasn’t stopped buzzing as I step into the shower, reliving our kiss. His deep Irish accent replays in my head as I slip my fingers through my folds and strum my clit. For two days, I’ve played with my virgin pussy, aching to find some relief when thinking about Cormack. I imagine him taking me roughly against the door because he can’t wait to have me. His hands and mouth travel up and down my throat as he uses his strong thighs to hold me up and thrust inside of me. I’m on the verge of coming with his name on my tongue when there’s a pounding on the door. My eyes fly wide open as I listen to the sound. I turn off the spray and wrap up in a towel.

  I step out of the bathroom to hear his voice. “Gloria, please open up, love. I need to see you again.” My heart thumps violently in my chest, attempting to gain control of my emotions and not trip.

  Unable to resist, I open the door in just my towel that’s tucked loosely around my breasts.

  His eyes widen as he runs them up and down my body, and he growls, “Fuck me. What in the name of all that’s holy? You’re pure sinful temptation.” He rushes through the door, letting it slam shut as he lifts me into his arms. “Say you’re mine.”

  “For tonight,” I add that condition without hesitation, knowing he won’t stand for it.

  “For forever,” he growls. I love egging on the beast inside this man. He yanks the towel off my body before tossing me onto the bed. I bounce and pant, looking at the feral gaze in his perfectly green eyes. “Say it, swear it,” he demands, and I swear that I nearly come on the spot.

  As if seeing my pussy getting wetter, he stares right at it, licking his lips and then his hand cups my mound and he pushes his middle finger inside. I gasp. “Answer me, love. Tell me you’re mine, forever.”

  He flexes his finger again and I cry out, “Forever, Cormack.”

  He slides off his shoes while I push his suit jacket off his broad shoulders, falling to the floor. His mouth attacks mine with bruising, heated intent as he straddles me with his knees on the bed. My hands continue to move from his chest up to his hair and down his back. I have to touch him as if it’s the last time. He tugs free his tie while his mouth is on mine and hips rock against my bare core. Fuck, I’m so close to coming and he’s still wearing clothes.

  Suddenly, he pulls back and hops off the bed. Panic floods me. Can he sense that I’ve never done this before?

  Reading the distress on my face, he says, “I’m not going anywhere, but it’s a lot quicker to get naked when I’m not grinding on your gorgeous body.” He strips down to his boxers as he does his best to keep his heated gaze on me. “Fuck, as much as I want to fucking be balls deep in that sweet cunt, I need to taste your little pussy.” My face floods with embarrassment, but I don’t even hesitate to stop him.

  He kneels on the bed with just his silky boxers holding in that thick, long package. I ache in ways completely new to me. Dipping his head between my thighs, hands gripping them firmly, he swipes his gifted tongue along my seam. I’m too horny to be embarrassed that I’m getting my first sexual experience. Instead, I fall into the rhythm of his motions. He sucks on my clit while his finger gently pushes into me and I explode, stars filling my eyes, coming hard on his face as I nearly black out with pleasure. How is this fucking possible?

  He kisses a path up my sweaty, needy body until he pulls one of my breasts into his mouth, biting, licking, and sucking on them. He switches sides, and that’s when I feel his length at my entrance. The boxers are gone and his thick cock head slides between the folds without entering.

  “You taste so incredible. I don’t know how I’ll manage to eat anything else until I get my tongue on your slick cunt again.” He brings his lips to mine, giving me a taste of my own orgasm. “Are you ready? Because there’s no going back once I fill you up.”

  “Take me, Cormack,” I moan, arching my back and then rolling my hips.

  With a groan, he plants his forearms on the bed before sliding forward, taking me in one long stroke. I bite back the pain of losing my innocence to the brutal prince of Dublin. “Did you think you could give me this virgin cunt for just one night and think it wouldn’t be mine for eternity? Silly woman, I’ll never get enough of you. You are my glory.” We kiss as he slowly drags his length in and out of me until we cry out and I come again. I claw his back as he stretches every inch of my womb before filling me with his release.

  His muscled body cocoons me tightly as he turns us onto our sides, keeping himself inside me. I don’t think I can feel any happier.
/>   “Mine,” he says in a sleepy, gruff voice, making me smile as we both settle into an exhausted sleep.

  ****

  The sun beats through my hotel room through the thick gray curtains, filling me with warmth. I roll, attempting to snuggle into Cormack’s arms until I realize that the bed is empty beside me.

  He left me.

  Panic and doubt sink in at the reality of my situation. I’m alone in bed after giving a sexy mobster my virginity like the naive girl I am. Could I have been played? Was he aware that I knew who he was before we met?

  I sit up in the bed, pulling the covers to my breasts which are insanely tender just like my core that throbs and aches without having taken a step. I rub the sleep out of my eyes and examine the room. It’s almost the same as I left it except for a large bouquet of yellow and red roses. Staring at them for a long time, I wonder if he brought them in himself before leaving me.

  I climb off the bed, adjusting the bedsheet so I don’t trip. Rushing to the dresser, I bend down and breathe in the smell, smiling to myself. My heart thumps wildly as I grab the hotel stationery attached to the flowers. I plop down on the lounge chair near the window to read his note.

  In a stiff, strong handwriting, he writes: My beauty and glory. I miss you already, but I had to go. My men have been warned that no one is to approach your door without your permission or they will pay heavily for it. I will return in two days’ time where we will prepare for our wedding. I’ve sent a message to your phone with my number. Do message me at any time. I will try to reply quickly, but I’m afraid it may take some time. Thank you, my love. Rest and food will be delivered when you are ready.

  Yours, Cormack

  I know where he’s at so the fact that he did this before he left this morning means so much more than he knows. Even though I understand it’s inappropriate and so out of character, I drop my sheet, grab my cell phone, and the roses.

  Perhaps this can help with missing me a bit.

  After I hit send, I dash into the shower because I’m too chicken to wait for his response. “What is he going to think of me?” I ask myself, washing up from last night’s intense experience. As much as I want to just lay in bed, I’m extremely hungry and could use a serious dose of caffeine. My phone rings and I think it’s Cormack, but it’s my father. Shit. I’m busted.

  “Good morning, Papa or is it goodnight?” I ask, attempting to distract him from his tirade that’s to come considering all the rules I broke. I’m sure he’s pissed and scared which is all my fault, but I’m an adult and should be allowed to travel as I please.

  “It’s night here, but that also depends on where you are. I’m assuming you’re still in Europe, right?”

  “I am.”

  “Why would you run away from your security detail? It’s to protect you?” he barks out which I get is just his fear sinking in and he’s letting it out.

  As much as I understand where he’s coming from, I feel like he’s a bit overdramatic. “We don’t have enemies in the UK. Besides, I’m safe.” At least, so Cormack says. Goodness, I’ve fallen into Cormack’s sexy promises and let my naivete rule my head.

  “Safe? You’re a beautiful young woman all alone. You need to watch crime shows like your sister because the risk is real. You may be tough, and you can fight some, but you’re no match for a man who will take what you aren’t willingly giving.”

  “I understand, Papa. You’re worried, but I promise I’m okay. I am in my hotel room where I’ll be staying for most of the day. I’m even having food delivered. Anyways, I’m an adult and don’t want to be tattled on like I’m a child.”

  “It’s their job.”

  “To protect me.”

  “They can’t protect you if they lose your whereabouts. Besides, I figured out you’re somewhere in Ireland. Now give me your hotel information or I’ll pull your credit card records and find out for myself.” I really need to start earning my own money. It’s a pity they never let me have a job while I was going up.

  “Yes, I’m in Dublin as it happens and I’m enjoying a little of the beauty before I return.”

  “I will keep them at a distance if it makes you happy, but I don’t want you too far from them. I love you, my princess.”

  “I love you, too. Give Mama my love as well.”

  “She wants you to call her and at least text your sister. Aria’s jealous of the beauty in the UK.”

  “Well, you could always send her here with me,” I offer, knowing damn well that’s a negative.

  He chuckles, “Not a chance.”

  “Well, I’ll tell her I tried,” I answer with a giggle. My papa is a good man and really loves both of us despite how much grief we give him.

  After I hang up with him, I call my mother who chides me of course, but at the same time cheers me on to enjoy a fun trip.

  When I call my sister, she answers instantly, “Hey, girl. I thought you’d call me by now. It’s been two whole days, did you finally run into that guy yet?”

  “I have but keep quiet, big mouth,” I hiss, pulling out my makeup bag just in case Cormack comes back to surprise me again.

  “Whatever. Mama and Papa just went out for a nice evening together. I’m chilling in my art studio. I need you to do me a favor, by the way.”

  “What?” I have an idea what it is, but I want her to say it.

  “I need cool shots to paint and they have so many beautiful places.” As I expected.

  “Easy. I took a bunch of photos around town, both in London and on my way to Dublin. I’m sure there’s more to take, but I’ll send them via email in a few. How are you?” I brush my hair, putting her on speaker phone while I try to get prettied up.

  “Good, I’m looking forward to going back to school.”

  “Nerd.”

  “You got me there. Besides, I’m a part of the homecoming committee this year and I’m looking forward to planning it.” I remember those days were the best part of school since I hated school so much. There are a thousand things I’d rather do than geometry or physics.

  “When do you guys start planning?” I ask, putting on my moisturizer.

  “We’re already messaging each other. School starts in a week. When are you coming back?”

  “I’m supposed to come back in two weeks, but I’m enjoying my time here, so it’s hard to say.”

  “I miss you, you big jerk. If you get married, make sure you come back and visit us, or better yet convince Papa to take us to Ireland.”

  “I’m not getting married. Just because he’s gorgeous and dreamy it’s nothing but fun.”

  “Liar. You know you really are a bad liar. Pick up your skills, Gloria. You’re a mafia princess. I’m shaking my head at you just so you know.”

  “Yeah, I expect that from you anyway. I need to get some food, so I’m going to talk to you later.”

  “Hey don’t forget the images or I’ll harass you.”

  “I won’t.” I end the call and pull up my email to shoot over a dozen photos. I get a text back saying, I love you.

  Chapter Three

  Cormack

  As I drive to the church, I hope she enjoyed the roses I had Shamus pick up before I left. Of course, I didn’t let him into the room, but I took them and then wrote her a note. Leaving her had nearly broken my will because she should always be at my side, but this isn’t the right moment. My men will be scoping out the dangers and looking for enemies who feel emboldened by my father’s death. It’s likely nothing will happen, but there’s no guarantee and I can’t risk Gloria’s safety.

  When I pull into the churchyard and to the spots reserved for family, I see a small gathering. It will soon be filled with mourners and acquaintances. My brother is the first person I spot because he’s tall and lanky. Although now the head of the Delaney Family, he looks like he fucking slept in his suit.

  I don’t exit the back of my vehicle yet, telling my driver to stay put while I process this moment. My father has meant so much to me, so saying good
bye is harder than I can express, but I must remain strong. When the crowd out front disperses, I step out of my vehicle.

  John scowls at me because it’s his job to assess the risks before I get out, but I’ve already done that. I’ve lived my life deciding and evaluating the predators around me.

  “It’s fine. Stay outside for now. Watch who arrives. I’ll keep an eye on the vultures inside.”

  “I think you should have added more men to the team.”

  “They’re working at the estate, securing it for my arrival there.” He understands that my biggest enemy is the one closest to me, Peter. My brother and I don’t quite see eye-to-eye and now he possesses most of the Delaney Family assets and properties. Not that I’m bothered by it or broke. I’m wealthy from my own endeavors and the parts I do retain. Still, as the old adage says, keep your enemies closer.

  I enter the church foyer and pull out my notes for my eulogy. I run through the lines as I prepare the words that I will share with the crowd that is gathering at Kilkenny where my father will be laid to rest. My heart’s heavy. The weight of his loss is compounded by the fact that he never got to meet Gloria.

  “Are you well, Cormack?” I turn my head and give Siobhan a nod.

  “Yes, dear Siobhan.” My sister-in-law looks up at me with profound sympathy.

  My father and I were close, whereas my brother and he had constant rows, so the loss meant nothing to him and everything to me.

  In fact, he gains everything by my father’s death, so he’s probably having parties left and right. “Where is my brother?”

  “With Father Flanagan.” I’m sure he’s going to pay him off to write something nice for Peter to say. He’s always been lazy, greedy, and angling for a bigger presence. He’s the typical spoiled son with too much money and no fucking sense. Not to mention he’s an asshole to boot, especially when it comes to his wife.

  “Are you well?” I ask, pressing my hand to hers, giving it a squeeze. She’s a good woman and too good for my brother.