Page 52 of Begging for Mercy
I want her more than anything, but not like this.
“I can’t, baby,” I whisper, breaking my own heart as I kiss the tip of her nose, the swell of her cheek, her trembling bottom lip. “Fuck, I want to.” Indulging the fantasy, I slide an inch inside of her molten core, gritting my teeth against the needy sound she makes as she clings to me, trying to make it a reality. I pull out and collapse on top of her, pinning her body to the mattress so that she can’t move. “But I can’t risk you hating me for it.”
When I make love to Mercy, I want her to love me back.
“Kane would do it!” Her voice cracks like a whip, striking where it hurts. “He wouldn’t be such a fucking pussy about it!” She smacks her fists against my back, taking out her frustration on me. “He wants me more than you do!”
Pain lances through my heart. “That’s not true.” Grabbing her face, I kiss her hard, feeding into her frustration. Being with her shouldn’t feel this way. It shouldn’t hurt. “You know that’s not true,” I growl, breaking the kiss to glare at her. Rosy cheeks. Swollen lips. Teary eyes. None of this is right.
I roll off of her and stand, my frustration skyrocketing. This is all Reaper’s fault. He’s confusing her. Twisting things in her head. I run my fingers through my hair and pull the ends, knowing that all of my problems go back to that fucking guy. Ineed to get rid of him. Grabbing my clothes, I get dressed as quickly as possible.
“Where are you going?”
Flinching, I keep my gaze on the floor. “I have to take care of something.”
“But you won’t take care of me?” The accusation in her voice stings.
“Mercy—” I freeze the minute I turn around, unable to tear my gaze off of her body. The flush trailing down her neck makes me salivate, but it’s her hands that do me in. She covers her pussy with her fingers, slowly dipping them inside. Precum weeps from the tip of my cock, and I have to force myself to look away.
In the next instant, Mercy is standing directly in front of me. “Why can’t you look?” Shoving me, she bares her teeth, clearly hurting and putting up a front. She’s like a wounded animal trying to fight against whatever is causing her pain.
I guess she thinks that’s me.
“Am I so unattractive that you’ll only fuck me if you can’t see me?”
My restraint snaps into pieces. “Shut thefuckup.” Spinning us around, I slam her against the wall. I know that she’s hurting. I know that she’s lashing out. I know that it isn’t her fault. Butdamnit, does it piss me off. “Stop questioning my intentions!” Pinning her hand beside her head, I force her fist open so that I can interlock our fingers. “I willmake loveto you, Mercy Morningstar, when you’re ready to accept that I want more from you than sex.”
I’ve told her that I love her, but I don’t think she understands what that means. I’m not saying it to get in her pants. I’m saying it because I mean it.
“What I won’t do is fuck you because you think that’s all anyone wants from you. I want so much more than your body,Mercy.” I press my palm flat against her chest and feel her hammering heartbeat. “But if you can’t give me anything else right now—” I slip my hand between her thighs and bury my fingers inside her pussy, hating how the beauty of the moment is ruined by thatfuckingdrawing of her and Zane. I grit my teeth as I grind her clit against my palm, desperately hoping to replace thatstupid fucking imagewith this one. “—I’ll manage.”
Mercy cries out with pleasure, greedily rocking her hips as I finger her. Tearing at my shoulders, dragging her nails against my scalp—it’s almost everything I wanted, but without the satisfaction of knowing thatI’mthe one who turned her into a rabid animal. She could be thinking of Zane right now, pretending that he’s the one making her come. Or Reaper, even—she keeps bringing him up. There has to be a reason.
Dropping to my knees, I hook her calf over my shoulder and bury my face in her pussy, groaning as she gushes, filling my mouth with her desire. I lick every inch of her and slip my fingers past her entrance to go even deeper. She bucks, gasping, and I don’t let up, quickly finding the rough patch of flesh and curling my fingers, driving her wild. She claws at my hair and grinds on my face.
“Ah, ah, ah!”
Music to my goddamn ears.
I’m drowning in her desire, and it’s exactly where I want to be.
Well, close enough.
My cock leaks like I’m getting paid by the ounce. I groan as I grab my shaft and pull, needing to fight against the fire burning in my chest. She can’t give me everything yet, and I don’t want only half of her.
I want it all.
She comes with a feral scream, and I follow her, painting the floor, coating my fist, hating that it’s wasted but loving howI grab her ass and rub it into her skin, marking her as mine. Lifting her up, I carry her boneless body back to the bed and lay her down, just like before. Only this time, I steal a greedy kiss while her taste is on my tongue, ensuring that the memory sticks.
The next time she draws someone kissing her, it’s going to be me.
When I pull back, she licks her lips, her eyes half-lidded and dazed. “Get some sleep,” I murmur, pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
She mumbles sleepily, already closing her eyes. “G’night.”
I wait until her breathing has slowed to leave. Rather than leave her door unlocked, I climb over her desk and out the window, grunting as my feet slam onto the front porch. The wood creaks, threatening to give way, and I make a mental note to offer to pay for the repairs again. Mr. Morningstar has refused at least three times, but maybe if he knows that I’m dating his daughter, he’ll finally relent.
As I stand up, a slow clap echoes around me.
