Page 94 of Merciful Lies

I tell her I’ve hurt people. That I’ve killed men. And that I would do it again.

I don’t want to scare her. I need her to be with me. But she obviously needs to know all of me to do that.

I’ve never been a do it halfway kind of guy. With me, it’s all or nothing.

So right there, in the dim lighting of our bedroom, which is so different from how it looked just a couple of months ago, thanks to my talented wife, I have the one conversation I never thought I would ever have.

But in order to have her complete submission I have to give her this. So afraid or not, I take the leap. I allow someone to see the real me for the first time in my fucked up life.

“That’s the only act of mercy I ever made, Anna. Now, I’m asking you. Can you forgive me? Can you be with me, knowing all this?”

I finish talking, and I wait for her decision.

She’s so close I can count the gold flecks in her whiskey-brown eyes, and I do. I count them while my Anna takes a moment.

She licks her lips.

“You’re wrong,” she whispers.

I don’t know what she’s talking about, so I wait for her to continue.

“You are the most merciful man I have ever met.”

“What? No, I’m not. I’m probably the most selfish fucking man you ever met,” I counter, shaking my head.

“Nico, you asked me to listen, and I did. I hear you, Husband. Now, I need you to hear me.”

I freeze while Anna lifts her hands to my face and rearranges herself, so she is straddling my lap. My hands go to her hips.

I’m rock fucking hard, and her heated pussy is soaking my shorts. But I don’t know what she’s about to say, so I don’t move.

“You’re a good man, Nico Fury. You’re strong, and proud, and merciful. You help those in need, some who don’t deserve it. Yeah, you do things off book, but the world is an imperfect place. Laws are human creations and humans make mistakes. You do your best in this fucked up world. And I love you for it,” she says.

My eyes close and I drop my forehead to hers. I shiver. My whole body is coiled tight.

“I love you, Nico.”

She says it again. I feel her hands slide between us, she lifts up onto her knees, and I feel her pulling the waistband of my shorts down.

“Fuck, Anna.”

She wraps her hand around my cock and positions me at her entrance.

“I love you,” she says it again, sinking down and taking me all the way inside her.

I’m lost. Lost in her heat. Her wet warmth. Lost in her words.

“I love you,” she says it again.

She keeps on saying it as she rocks her hips and rocks my world.

Finally, I snap out of my reverie. I clutch at her, lifting her up and slamming her back down. My lips cover hers, and I run my hands up her sides, to her back, her neck, her hair.

I pull on it, catching her moan in my mouth while she bounces up and down. Her big tits squish against my chest and I fucking love them. Every curve and dimple, every inch of her, is sublime.

“I love you, too, Rosebud. And I'm gonna keep loving you until the last breath leaves my body.”

We move and writhe, each of us desperate for each other. And when we explode, it’s together and I feel it in the very bottom of my soul.

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