Page 50 of Brutal Mercy

While his mouth leaves me clinging to him, one of his hands slowly trails down my body, slipping down to my core.

At the first brush of his fingers against my clit, I moan into his ravenous mouth. Spreading my legs wider, he rubs circles around my clit. Whimpering, I rock against his hand. He knows just how to touch me to drive me wild.

When he lifts his mouth, I whimper at the loss. But that whimper turns into a gasp as he plants a wicked trail of kisses down my neck to my chest.

He sucks a peak into his mouth. Each tug of his lips has volts of energy shooting directly to my clit, and it pulsates against his expert fingers. He switches back and forth between my stiff nipples, nipping, sucking, and laving them with his tongue until I’m a writhing mess beneath him.

“Please.” I ache.

He releases my nipple with a slight pop. “Not yet. I’ve not had a chance to properly worship you. Each time, we’ve been in a rush. Not this time. This is how your first time should have been.”

Awed by him, I nod. “Yes.”

And he dives back into my breasts, sucking and biting all around the globes, leaving his mark on them. It thrills me that I will have evidence of our lovemaking. That he feels the need to mark me as his.

But he leaves my breasts, kissing his way down my body. And I feel like I’m floating on a pleasure-filled cloud where every touch ignites another spark, and they all bleed into my core, which turns brighter, hotter, my pussy soaking my thighs with my need.

Hades presses his mouth against my mound.

“Oh god.” My head falls back against the mattress.

“Not quite.” He spreads my legs wide.

But he doesn’t dive right in. Instead he takes his time, kissing his way up one leg until he gets within an inch of the promised land before starting the same journey with the other leg.

“Fuck, your pussy is so wet for me.”

“Please.” I don’t even know what I’m asking for. All I know is that my entire body feels as if I’ve been tossed into a fire.

Hades presses a kiss against my inner thigh. “Patience, wife. All in good time.”

“If you won’t do it, maybe I should go find someone else.”

The change in him is instantaneous. He grips my neck, and his face gets close enough that I can see the frown lines marring his brow. “Don’t ever threaten me with another man. You belong to me. And I will kill anyone who touches you.”

“I don’t want anyone else. I just need you to fuck me. Please.”

With a snarl, he kisses me. But it’s unlike any of the kisses he has given me so far. Because this kiss wreaks total havoc on my system. It’s dominant and possessive, with a small slice of anger tossed in.

I tear my mouth away. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I swear I don’t want anyone else.”

My bottom lip trembles, and I feel like crying because I’ve ruined it.

He brushes his knuckle down my cheek. “And I forget how young and just how new to this you are. I didn’t mean to scare you, babe. There’s a reason I’m feared in the criminal underworld. I’m not a decent man. I’ve stolen, I’ve killed, and I will do both again.”

I cup his face in my hands. “Maybe not to the rest of the world, but to me, you are the best man I’ve ever met.”

“Fuck.” He crushes my lips, taking my mouth in a brutal exchange that leaves me breathless and clinging to him.

This man has me ensorcelled. If anyone else told me what he just did, I’d be calling the police, not trying to get even closer.

And then I feel it—the head of his cock notching against my pussy.

He plows inside me with such brutal force it bows my back. I rip my mouth away. “Yes. Just like that.”

“Figures you’re a bit of a brat, trying to get your way.” He growls, his hips flexing as he moves inside me.

I smirk. “It worked, didn’t it?”

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