Page 53 of Begging for Mercy
Reaper steps out from the shadows, his grin feral. “Samson Wright, good for something after all. I told you to keep her warm for me, but I didn’t expect you to deliver so…exceptionally.” A shiver rolls down his spine as he looks up at Mercy’s bedroom window. “I could have done without the cum on her ass, but hey, I get it.” He steps up and claps my shoulder. “I’ll be sure to fill her up extra for you.”
Grabbing his arm, I throw him off of me. “Stay the fuck away from her, Reaper.”
It’s like he enjoys the challenge. He licks a stripe across his top teeth, his voice rumbling like a wolf’s when he speaks. “Why? Because youloveher?”
How the hell did he hear that?
“I don’t usually fuck other people’s girlfriends, but for you, I’ll make an exception.”
Fury roars in ears, making it hard to see straight. I clutch the handrail and block the path to Mercy’s front door. “Over my dead body.”
“See,” Reaper exclaims, snapping his fingers. “That’s the beauty of it. I can kill youandfuck your girl. Hell, I can even make you watch as I pop that pretty fucking cherry.” He groans, palming the dick imprint on his jeans. He’s fuckingmassive,hung like a beast.
It’ll tear Mercy to shreds.
“I bet she’ll bleed all over my cock.”
I grab the gun hidden in the waistband of my pants and aim it at him. “Back the fuck up.” Gritting my teeth, I tell myself to do it. Shoot. Get rid of the fucker before he hurts Mercy.
Reaper doesn’t back up—he marches forward, slotting the barrel against his neck. He swallows, the bob of his Adam’s apple pushing against the metal. “I don’t think you have the balls to kill someone, Sam.” Shaking his head, he chuckles. “Or else you would have buried a bullet in my gut a long time ago.”
The front door creaks behind me, and all of a sudden, something much larger than a pistol presses against my spine.
“Get out of here, boys.” The shotgun cocks loudly, making me sweat.
“Mr. Morningstar?—”
“I don’t want to hear it, Sam,” Mercy’s father replies calmly, “unless you can explain why my daughter is crying her eyes out.”
What? She was sleeping a moment ago?—
I try to turn my head, but he digs the barrel harder into my back.
“Go on, both of you. Before I shoot you for trespassing on private property.”
Reluctantly, I follow Reaper off the front porch. Both of us glance back up at Mercy’s window, her sobbing muffled but audible.
Shit. Is it my fault? Did I hurt her?
All of a sudden, Reaper hooks his arm across my shoulders and drags me up the gravel driveway. His motorcycle sits beside my truck, the two of them as polar opposite as their owners. “I like you, Samson,” he says cheerily, taking the gun from my hand while I’m distracted. He unloads the chamber, releases the magazine, and hands it back to me. “I was serious about sharing her.”
Every muscle in my body screeches to a halt. I throw him off of me, annoyed when he laughs. “Why the hell do you keep saying that?”
“Because it’s true.” He kicks the bullet magazine into the bushes before turning back to me. “You saw how she responded at dinner. I think she’d enjoy it. I thinkyouwould.” Shaking his head, he keeps grinning like he’s some kind of mastermind. “Live a little. You can have sex without it meaning anything.”
“You indulge too much,” I counter, frowning. “If it doesn’t mean anything, what’s the point?”
He looks at me like I’m stupid. “Do I really need to answer that?”
“Actually, yeah.” I clench my fists, feeling my resentment towards him rise. “You fuck people like you’re aiming for a world record. Your body count is astronomical.” I can’t even begin to fathom how many people he’s slept with. “How can you still enjoy it?”
For a long moment, Reaper doesn’t answer. He stares at me like he’s seeing me for the first time. “Because it’s not about the sex.”
I didn’t expect him to answer honestly, so I’m at a loss for words.
Sighing, Reaper pinches his lips together and stares up at the moon. “It’s not about the sex, Sam. It’s about the experience.” Something in his gaze softens, and I nearly have a stroke.
Is he opening up?
