Page 10 of Merciful Lies

His big hands are holding my thighs apart, my pussy on display, and fuck, I think I feel his warm breath on my skin before I feel him press his mouth against me.

A keening moan escapes my lips and I clutch the blankets beneath my hands.

I expect him to come at me like a beast. But I don’t expect this. Hell, I don’t even know what this is.

I’m not a virgin, no, but this is beyond my experience.

Nico is everywhere. His mouth, his tongue, his hands. He moans as he eats me out from pussy to asshole and I don’t know what to do with any of it.

So, I just hold on and let the big, bad Viper have his way with me.

The fact that I love what he’s doing is something I’ll never tell. I can’t. It’s just not something I can reconcile in my brain.

Nico is a criminal. He’s not the kind of guy I date, if I was dating anyone.

My brain is scrambling to catch up to the way he’s making my body feel.

I should have mercy on myself.

I should lie and tell myself I’m letting him ravage me all for Sammy’s sake.

That’s probably for the best. But I never was a good liar. And when he asks me if it feels good, I answer.

And I beg for more.

“Y-yes. It feels so good, Nico. Please.”

CHAPTER FIVE-NICO

Let’s get one thing clear, I tell my conscience as it starts to rear its ugly head, I have every intention of fucking Anna Keller tonight

Obsessions aren’t a good thing for a man like me to have. I have to admit, since I learned of her existence, I’ve been more than a little preoccupied with the curvy beauty.

I’m not a good man. Pushing forty, I’m the king of one of the most hated criminal organizations on the Eastern Seaboard. The Vipers have fingers in a lot of pies.

But we grease the right palms, we keep business smooth and only take out the trash that fucking deserves it. So, the authorities are happy to look the other way.

Stalking someone isn’t exactly my thing. But I’ve been creeping into Anna Keller’s life without her knowing ever since little Sammy started playing in the Den.

Yeah, I knew he was getting in over his head. But I allowed her brother to run up a tab with one sole purpose.

And that’s getting Anna into my bed without all the hassle of wooing and pretending to be something I’m not.

I can’t offer her anything.

Nothing more than a ride on my dick. And something tells me that’s not Anna’s style. I still want her, though.

And even though I’m pissed she’s willing to give in to me for her shithead brother’s sake, I’m gonna take her.

If she wants to be a sacrifice, who am I to refuse?

I’m not a good enough man to say no. Especially not when her pink pussy is glistening, fucking soaked, and all for me.

Jesus Christ.

I want to make a meal out of her. I can’t help myself. I gotta taste her.

But I’m not satisfied with her juices coating my tongue and lips. No, I need to hear how much this good little girl likes it when I tongue fuck her.

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