Page 93 of Turn That River Red

It almost sounds like she’s saying my name.

“What was that, humanita?” I slide the panties off her. “Were you dreaming about me?”

“Ambrose?” Her voice is much more clear now, and her eyes flutter open and look up at me, although they’re unfocused, glazed over. She’s half asleep.

“I’m going to fuck you, Mercy.” Her panties are a tangle around her knees, and I have to resist the urge to shred them into ribbons. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she slurs, lifting her hips up a little. Then: “Am I dreaming?”

“No, sweetness.” I manage to get her loose of the damned panties, and I ball them up in my fist. “Open your mouth for me.”

She does, immediately. I press the panties over her tongue, a makeshift gag.

“Keep those in there,” I tell her, looking her straight in the eye. “That’s where they belong. Do you understand?”

Mercy nods, her eyes wide. She’s awake now. And afraid. Aroused. Squirming against the mattress.

“Good girl. You’re so obedient.” I trace my finger along her cheek, and she moans a little around the panties. “I like that. I like it when you obey me.” I wrap my fingers softly around herthroat. “But only when you obeyme, do you understand? Not anyone else.”

Mercy nods and then, to my delight, spreads her legs a little wider for me.

“You’re a fucking treasure.” I push up her T-shirt so her breasts are exposed to the air, and then I pull one into my mouth, flicking my tongue against her nipple. Mercy’s moans deepen, and I reach up to press my hand over her mouth, holding the panties in place.

“I want you quiet, humanita.” I kiss between her breasts, licking up the taste of her skin. “No matter what I do to you, you’re not allowed to scream.”

I lift my gaze just as her fear spikes, and I grin wickedly. “I’m not going to hurt you.” I kiss her tits again. Suck on her nipples. “But I like how your fear smells. And this frightens you, doesn’t it?”

Mercy nods wordlessly. I drop my hand down to massage her cunt. She’s soaked.

“But it turns you on, too, doesn’t it?”

She doesn’t respond right away. I slide two fingers inside her and press upward, making her buck against my hand and cry out, although her cry is muffled. I tsk softly.

“I told you to be quiet, little human. I’m the devil, remember?” I pull my hand away so I can crawl on top of her, settling myself between her spread legs. I press my mouth to her ear. “The truth is,” I murmur. “You have no idea the evil I’m capable of.”

Her body stiffens beneath mine, and she draws her hands up. I expect her to shove me away, to yank the panties out of her mouth and scream at me to stop touching her.

Instead, she runs them up my arms, like she can’t get enough of my skin. Then she pulls me closer to her. I have to bite back a groan of pleasure—I don’t want her to see me lose control. Not right now. Not like this.

I need to show her the real me. Let her know what’s getting into. So I take a deep breath and press my mouth to her ear.

“If you’re going to stay with me,” I whisper to her, my cock pressing into her thigh, “then you need to understand what I am.Fullyunderstand.”

She looks at me, eyes blazing, and says something around the panties.

“Silence,” I order, and then I move like a Hunter to flip her onto her belly. She bounces on the mattress, crying out again, and I slap her on the ass, hard enough to leave a red imprint of my hand.

She groans, arching her back in pleasure or pain or both. I yank my cock out of my boxers and stroke it just to try and quiet my lust. “I told you not to make any noise,” I tell her, and then I slap her other ass cheek, her flesh rippling beneath my hand.

Mercy drops her head into the pillow and says nothing.

“Good girl. That’s what I want to see.” I position myself behind her, dragging back her hips so I can shove my cock into her waiting cunt. I know I’m trying to act in control, but I can’t bite back my groans as I slide home. She just feels too damn good.

Let’s see how much of the boogeyman she can take before I spill inside her.

I start slowly, keeping my thrusts measured and even. Her body trembles beneath me, and I run my hand down the indentation of her spine, which just makes her shiver harder. “You’re doing so well,” I tell her. “Staying quiet for me. You know why I want you quiet?”

Mercy shakes her head against the pillow and rolls her hips against me. I know she’s trying to get some sensations on her clit, but I smack her lightly on her ass in warning. “Not yet, humanita. I’ll let you come if you’re good, but you need to wait. Do you understand?”

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