Page 33 of The Devil's Bargain
“Stop! That’s disgusting!” Calix inhaled, blinking his eyes to fend off a wave of dizziness. His hands pressed against the wall in an attempt to keep himself from being lowered back into the bath, though he knew if Mercy wanted him there, there was nothing he could do to prevent it from happening.
Was this how Aodhan was punished?
Cal had thought he’d been paying attention, but maybe not. All of the things Mercy had done to their Second had seemed like overexaggerations of stuff Aodhan was actually into.
While he wouldn’t consider himself a germaphobe by any definition of the word, Calix hated—
“What’s wrong? Weren’t you just lamenting about how you’d do anything for me, little monster?” Mercy drawled. “Do you draw the line at getting a bit dirty for me? Is that it?”
Fuck.
He squeezed his eyes shut.
“No response? I don’t like being ignored.” He dropped Cal back beneath the surface without giving him a chance to come up with a suitable answer. Mercy fucked him hard as he drowned him, digging his fingers into Cal’s sides bruisingly.
Calix couldn’t believe it, but he ended up coming like that, with his head buried, his lungs burning, and his body tipped at an odd angle. He felt himself unload, the orgasm sneaking up on him like a sucker punch, his scream buffered by the bathwater.
But of course, Mercy knew even without being able to fully hear him, yanking him from the tub a second time, soon enough to catch the tail ends of Cal’s wailing.
His First dropped down onto the closed toilet seat suddenly, spreading Calix’s thighs over his lap in the process. He thrust up into him, over and over again, laughing when it became too much and Cal started to cry for a different reason.
“Enough,” Calix shoved and clawed at Mercy’s arms, “No more. It’s too much. You’re—”
“Too deep,” Mercy taunted, holding onto him even tighter. “Too big. Too much for you, little monster?”
It was a test.
Only a psycho like Titus Mercer would expect someone to be able to recognize and pass a loaded test at a time like this. With his brains and back blown out simultaneously.
Bastard.
Fucking monstrous mother—
Mercy drove up into him and rolled his hips, the tip of his impressive length prodding at that place that should remain untouched within Calix.
“Not too much,” Cal rushed to say. “But I think I’ve learned my lesson. You don’t have to—”
On the next thrust, Calix could literally see him bulging from his stomach.
Chapter 13:
He shouldn’t be speeding, a respectable member of society such as himself and all that jazz, but what was the point in owning a car like this and not pushing it to its limits? Mercy sure as hell wasn’t going to, so it was up to Aodhan to do it for him.
Plus, he had places to be. Serious places.
Places where his feisty, bratty Third was already getting reprimanded by their domineering, control freak of a First.
Aodhan sort of had an idea what Calix was playing at, but like hell would he be the one to read Mercy into things. He was pretty certain, unlike him, Mercy hadn’t put two and two together yet.
Yet.
He would.
He always did.
But for now, he was riding that wave of possessive fury, and who was Aodhan to drag him off of it by pointing out the obvious?
Their little monster was poking the bear on purpose. To what end? Hell if he knew, he wasn’t a mind reader, and being able to guess this much was more than enough. It was kind of hottoo, knowing that Cal had gone out of his way just to get a rise out of their First. Was he trying to follow Aodhan’s example?
