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Do you want to have sex with him?
I don’t know. Is that a bad thing?
No, it means you’re human.
Want to know what I think?
Sure
I think
Anyone would be lucky to have sex with you
Because it means that you trust them to take care of you
It’s the same with Zane.
Closing my eyes, I picture Zane towel-drying his hair in my bathroom. He trusted me enough to take his shirt off and come into my bedroom. Or maybe he’s just not scared of me. But he shared something about himself—something personal. Isn’t that a type of trust?
Do you trust me, Mercy?
Am I talking to Kane or am I talking to Reaper?
Three pulsing dots appear on the screen, then disappear. A minute passes before they appear again.
What if I’m both Reaper and Kane?
Then I don’t know how to answer.
Probably not.
After all, Zane or Reaper bugged my bedroom. I don’t want to guess what could come next.
No more texts come through, and I turn my phone on silent before putting it on my nightstand. I’m still warm and wet between my thighs, but now I don’t know how to turn my brain off. My thoughts circle the drain, spinning from the concept of trust to what it could mean for Zane, back around to Kane and his sexual advances, then all the way to Sam and our upcoming date. If I asked, I know that Sam would have sex with me. I trust Sam. He’ll be good to me. He’ll be gentle and sweet and treat me like a princess.
But I don’t know if I want to be someone’s princess anymore.
I might want to be someone’s dirty girl.
A fucking tease.
Or a little bit of all three.
Chapter 13
Kane
I wantedto hear my Siren sing for me, and instead, I’m cockblocked by my best friend. I fist my angry dick and will it to deflate, but it’s useless once it gets to this point. If I let it sit unattended, I’ll have blue balls from hell. Rubbing one out is my only option.
Butman, did Mercy take a left turn in that conversation.
My thoughts swirl round and round between Mercy’s ragged breaths to the video feed of her masturbating, aaaall the way back to a few hours ago when I discovered Zane’s hidden cameras. He thinks he can keep secrets from me, but I know him like I know the feel of my cock in my fist.Really fucking well.I’m an expert in both, even if Zane doesn’t realize it.
After this morning, I already know that Mercy’s a virgin.
Just like I know he got her off before me.
I’ll let it slide only because the man deserves some action, and I want to see him let loose a little. Not to mention, I’d love for him to be happy for once. In all the years I’ve known him, it’s like he doesn’t know how to embrace life to the fullest. I try to show him—feeding him my favorite beef jerky or lifting him off the ground to prove how much weight I can carry—but it’s like we operate on different wavelengths.
