Page 9 of Shot For Mercy

Cole raises an eyebrow and smirks, and when I look down, his cock is hard. It’s pale and long, with a pink head and a fat vein running along the length of the shaft. My mouth waters, and I look away. Why the fuck am I having this reaction to him? Why am I getting hard?

“I thought you were going to make me,” he spits, and I narrow my eyes at his face. I refuse to look down again. It seems to be exactly what he wants. “Which is it?”

I close the distance between us, grabbing his hair and yanking him toward the room like a dog on a leash. He hisses, and the sound goes straight to my dick. What the hell is he doing to me? I’ve never been with a man, but right now, it looks more appealing by the second.

Letting go of him, I let Cole step away from me and go to his dresser, where he begins to take a pair of boxer briefs out. I watch him as he slips them on, the fabric catching under his perfect ass, and he bends over slightly to put them on. I get a view of his hole and his balls, and my mouth goes dry.

He doesn’t turn to face me. Thank God for that. My hard cock would give me away immediately, and by the way he was looking at it earlier, I know he’s paying close attention.

I don’t want him, though.

I don’t.

I’m just fucking glitching right now.

“Why didn’t you visit me?” Cole asks, his voice small. “Why?”

“You know why, Cole,” I reply. “I’m Don now. I can’t put everything at risk. I?—”

“I’m not important.” He nods, and my stomach drops. Is that what he thinks? “Got it.”

“Fuck!” I yell, throwing my arms up in the air and pacing in frustration. “That’s not what I’m trying to say, and you know it.”

“Go fuck youself,” Cole spits, turning toward me with wild eyes.

I close the distance between us quickly. “I fuck myself every once in a while, yes.” I get close to him until we’re sharing breath, then I wrap my hand around his throat tightly and slam him against the wall. He’s so goddamn disrespectful. “But mostly I go to Luna’s.”

His eyes flare with a rage I have never seen from him, but then he smirks. His face turns red the longer I hold on to him, and he closes his eyes. Before I can pull away, though, he grabs my ass and presses me against his hard cock. I’m ashamed to admit that mine is just as hard. I don’t know what the fuck he’s doing to me?—

Cole bites his bottom lip as he looks up at me, only about three inches shorter than my six-five. He’s not a small man, and he’s muscular, too. But right here, in my grasp, he looks almost delicate. Like I could dominate him. Like he’d let me. Would he?

I shake my head.

I shouldn’t be having these thoughts.

He’s Matteo’s.

But Cole is looking at me like he’s the predator and I’m his prey, and that just won’t do. If anyone is doing the hunting here, it’s me. I’m nobody’s fucking bunny. I’m the goddamn wolf.

I lean in until our foreheads are touching, and Cole grips my wrist tightly, digging his blunt fingernails into my skin. I ease up on my grip, and he begins to cough violently. Yet he doesn’t make a move to walk away from me; instead, he stays against the wall once he recovers from the fit. His blue eyes are blood-shot as he looks into mine, and he swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“Let go,” I whisper through gritted teeth, and Cole narrows his eyes at me, being stubborn as hell and not letting go of my ass. “Or do you need to be taught a lesson?”

“Maybe I do.” He raises his chin defiantly, and my cock twitches.

Ireallyneed to get that under control.

I’m sure he felt it though, because a wide grin stretches his pretty face. His black hair falls over his forehead, and I push it back gently. Too fucking gently. “Did you fuck him?”

“No,” he says, and relief fills me at his answer. “He fucked me.”

My nostrils flare as white-hot anger flows through my veins, but I can’t let it show. I don’t even know the damn reason behind it. They have the right to do whatever the hell they want.

“Does that bother you, Emiliano?” Cole raises an eyebrow, seeing right through me. “That your son had his big cock in my ass? I wonder why that is…”

“It doesn’t,” I lie through gritted teeth, then clear my throat. “I’m fine.”

“Sure.” He smirks. “Whatever you have to tell yourself. But I see the way you look at me, even if you don’t want to admit it to yourself.”

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