Page 94 of Turn That River Red

She nods, tilting her head to look at me over her shoulders. Her eyes are wild with lust, and she bites down hard on her panties as she stares at me through the tangle of her hair.

“Good.” I quicken my pace a little, keeping my gaze fixed on hers. “Here’s what’s going to happen. If you want to stay with me, you need to understand what I am—reallyunderstand. You need to hear the depths I can plunge to.” I bottom out inside her, making her grunt around the panties. “And I’m going to tell you with my cock buried in your pussy. Nod if that makes sense.”

She hesitates, just for a second, before nodding once.

“If you change your mind about me, and I don’t blame you one goddamn bit if you do, take those panties out of your mouth and tell me. I’ll stop.” I thrust my full length into her again, grinning as she bites back another cry of pain. “But as long as those panties stay, I’ll keep going. Do you understand?”

There’s no hesitation this time. She nods vigorously, a simple motion that sends heat flooding into my belly. I dig my fingers into the flesh of her hips. Take a deep breath.

“Good,” I say. “Now let’s get started.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

MERCY

Iknow I should be terrified. And part of me is, the fear twisting around in my belly at whatever it is Ambrose wants to reveal to me.

But he also feels so, sogood.

I press my cheek into the pillow, tasting myself in the fabric of the panties, as Ambrose thrusts viciously into my pussy. He squeezes my hips, his fingers digging into me enough to cause some pain, but I don’t care. I?—

Ilikeit, the sting of his nails and the steady metronome of his thrusts. My thighs are already slick with my arousal, and I have to swallow every moan and whimper. I know if I could wriggle my hips just right, I’d get the pressure on my clit I’m desperately craving, but I don’t.

I trust him to finish me—even if I’m not sure what else he’s going to do.

“You know the one thing that would make your cunt feel better?” Ambrose grunts, our flesh slapping together. “If my cock was covered in Reverend Gunner’s blood.”

The last thing I expect is for Ambrose to sayhisname, andthe shock reverberates through me. But I don’t take out the panties. Because he didn’tjustsay his name, did he?

“Oh, that got your attention.” Ambrose chuckles and stops his thrusting, his cock buried fully inside me. “You’re wetter than you were a second ago.”

That can’t be true. I squeeze my eyes shut.

I don’t take out the panties.

Ambrose groans and starts up again, faster and harder than before. “Yes, Mercy, I want to kill Reverend Gunner. I want to kill every man who ever laid a finger on you. That’s why I killed Deacon Price, you know.”

I keen into the panties, and I’m not surprised when Ambrose slaps my ass again, the pain sharpening the pleasure of his cock. The images flash through my head—the blood, Deacon Price screaming?—

And I feel something ripple inside me. A jolt of pleasure.

Ambrose laughs. “Oh, fuck, humanita. I felt that.” He collapses on top of me, still grinding me down into the mattress, and kisses the back of my neck. “Would you want to watch me kill Gunner, sweet thing? Would you want to sit in the corner and touch your pretty little clit while I cut him limb from limb?”

I bite back a moan—out of shame, not fear of Ambrose’s punishment.

“You would,” he whispers.

“No!” I scream against the panties, but I don’t take them out because I don’t want this to stop.

I don’t wantanyof it to stop.

Ambrose growls like a hell beast, jerks himself back up, and changes his position in a particular way. Now, when he thrusts inside me, it hurts.

“You know what to do if you want me to stop,” he says, and his thrusts slow and feel good again, like hot melting sugar, and I don’t do it. I bite down on the panties so hard my jaw aches.

Ambrose makes a kind of startled noise and squeezes his hands into my thighs and says. “On your hands and knees, baby.”

He yanks me up, never taking his cock out of me, and then he begins to thrust into me in earnest, lightning-fast. Faster than should be possible. I squeeze my eyes shut and give myself over to it, gasping and panting around the panties.

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