Cormac
Cormac“What do you mean, walk away?”
“Choose someone else.” I held onto my honor by a thread. She was too young, too beautiful, to be with someone like me.
“No.” She kissed me, hard and fast.
“Abby—”
“I said no, Cormac. I’m not a child. I know what I want.”
“You don’t know what I am.”
“Yes, I do. You’re mine. The rest of the universe can go f**k itself.”
The coarse words in her sweet voice snapped my control. Her declaration shredded my soul. She meant every word, her tone adamant. Certain. And I was no saint.
I took her mouth as I carried her to the center of the room and laid her on the plush carpet in front of the sofa. The moment she was free, her hands wandered frantically over my uniform, tugging and pulling at the fabric.
“Off. Take it off.”
I ripped at the materia
