Page 33 of Mercy in Betrayal

It’s not enough. I need to make her mine.

Now.

I pull back and lower her leg to the ground, then rise and lick my lips. The taste of her on my lips has me considering going right back down.

I shrug out of my suit jacket and let it fall to the ground. Rowan is staring at me with something like awe, and fuck me, if it doesn’t make me want to pound my cock into her. She’s so fucking perfect.

I remove my tie and unbutton my shirt down to my navel, but I don’t bother removing it. There’ll be time enough for niceties like nakedness some other time.

Rowan takes a shaky step toward me, and with an unsteady hand, she touches my stomach. Her touch surprises me, my muscles clenching and then relaxing in response. I like her touch. I open the button of my pants, near desperate for her touch somewhere else. She freezes with her hand on my torso, staring down at the hard cock that’s visible through my pants. I push them down along with my boxers.

She nods, but fear fills her gaze. I can’t promise her I’ll be gentle, but I know I can’t leave here without taking her. I want my seed inside that perfect pussy. I step towards her so my cock presses against her stomach before I slide my hand down and push two fingers inside her. With my other hand, I cup her face, making her look at me.

“You want this?” I ask, knowing she does.

She nods, her eyes fluttering closed.

I push a third finger in, widening her, getting her ready for my cock. Her eyes spring open and her hands grip my shoulders.

I rub the swollen head of my cock against her clit, and she gasps at the sensation. My cock throbs for release and I grip her thigh and hitch it up. Using my free hand, I guide my cock to her entrance and with a single sharp thrust, seat myself fully inside her tight cunt.

She cries out, her hands shoving against my shoulders, and I hold her tightly to me. “Bite me,” I whisper. “I know it hurts; fucking bite me, and bite me hard.”

She stares at me for a second, tears making her eyes bright in the dim lighting, then pushes the fabric off my shoulder and clamps her teeth viciously in the tender muscle between shoulder and neck.

I hiss. “That’s my girl.” I pull almost all the way out, reveling in the drag of her flesh against mine, then slam back in. Her cry is broken against my neck, and I feel her lips a second before her teeth sink into my skin once again.

I squeeze my eyes against the pain, drawing back and pounding into her again. She’s feeling pain, too, every time I pull out and push back in, deeper and harder.

She’s so fucking tight.

Her teeth release my skin, and I pull out slowly before pushing back in. Blood stains her lips, and that startles me, but I don’t care that she drew my blood. I sink my cock deeper into her and withdraw. She cries out in half pain, half pleasure, and I fight with the beast within me to keep my pace slow. I can’t fuck her like I want to, but her tight little pussy around my cock will make me come.

After a few minutes I feel her tighten around me. Her hips begin to hitch, searching frantically for something she’s never found before. I grasp them and start to fuck her faster, coaxing her into smaller, tighter circles of motion that I know will help her reach her orgasm. Her lips rise along my neck, her cries of pain turning to mewls of pure pleasure.

I know I can’t fully give into my beast, not yet anyway, but I keep pumping as her lips land on mine. She kisses me with a hunger that’s hard to match. Her cries grow louder, and I move faster.

“Enzo!” My name on her lips is almost enough to make me come.

“Enzo!” She shouts my name again, and her pussy tightens around my cock, squeezing the cum out of me as she finds her own release.

She jerks and cries out with her orgasm, and I join her as I empty my cock inside her sweet pussy.

I know with each passing second, it’s official.

Rowan O’Rourke belongs to me.

Chapter 12

Rowan

My eyes open to early morning sunlight warming the ceiling above me. I turn my head, and my gaze fastens on a small snow globe figurine, the Empire State Building frozen in suspended animation within its curved confines. For a quiet moment, before my brain clicks into gear, I’m not Rowan O’Rourke, sister to Cassidy O’Rourke and sister-in-law to Evie O’Hanlon.

There are no famiglia.

No people with guns and contracts lurking round every corner of this city.

No bombs to look out for, hiding on the underside of our cars.

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