Page 22 of No Mercy
“Please,” she begs again, her voice trembling with desperation. “I need it. I need you.”
I stop, pulling my fingers out just enough to tease her, watching her hips rock forward, her body craving what I haven’t yet given her. I see the way her chest heaves, the way she’s losing control, and it makes me want to keep her there, suspended on the edge. Her eyes lock onto mine, pleading, begging, and that’s when I give her what she wants.
I slide them back inside her, pushing deeper, harder, feeling the way she stretches around me, the way her body quivers as I move inside her. Her walls tighten, and I pick up the pace, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. Her moans grow louder, her hips moving in time with the movement, and I can feel her nearing the edge.
“You’re going to come for me,” I growl, my voice rough with desire. “Beg for it.”
Her breath comes faster, sharper. “Please… I can’t hold on… I need it.”
I stroke her clit again, my thumb pressing firmly, and that’s it. Her body jerks, her back arches off the bed as she screams my name, her orgasm ripping through her. Her body trembles uncontrollably, and I feel her pulse around me, so tight, so perfect.
I release with a low growl, pumping hard with my hand as my own climax crashes over me, filling me with the image of her spent, her body weak and satisfied beneath me.
I lay there for a moment, breathless over the movie I just created in my mind.
This is just the beginning. Eva doesn’t know it yet, but I’ll have her, every part of her, in every way possible.
Twenty minutes later, I’m showered, changed, and lounging in the living room, flicking through channels on the TV. Ant, of course, had already left to get supplies before I’d even finished getting myself together, he’s probably bored by now, knowing him.
I glance at the time. It’s just past 7 AM. Two hours have passed since we arrived, and the wait is starting to eat at me. The gnawing feeling in my gut is the worst part, knowing she’s so close, only a few minutes away, yet still out of reach.
I grab my jacket from the back of the sofa and head toward the table by the door, where I notice the car keys are gone. “Fucker,” I mutter under my breath. Ant never drives. He hates it. And, of course, the one time I need the car, he takes it. Typical brother move.
Pulling out my phone, I check the address again. A 22-minute walk.
With a frustrated sigh, I stuff the phone back into my pocket and step outside. The crisp morning air hits me immediately, a sharp contrast to the warmth I’ve just left behind. I pause at the doorstep, scanning the empty driveway as if Ant might magically reappear with the car in tow. Of course, he doesn’t.
So I start walking. Each step feels heavier than the last as my mind spins with thoughts of Eva. Just 22 minutes, that’s all it would take to get to her.
At the end of the road, a park comes into view, just like the map showed. It leads to the back of their house. I take a detour into the car park and spot two cars and a bike already parked. I pull out my phone again. 7:32 AM.
I look around, and aside from the gentle rustle of leaves, the only noise is the chirping of birds in the trees. The park feels empty, still—silent, almost as if it’s waiting. A fountain trickles softly in the center, surrounded by a few scattered benches. I move toward the one directly facing the house.
I don’t know which window is hers yet, but I’ll figure it out. I’m patient. If I have to sit here all morning just to catch a glimpse of her, I will.
Minutes stretch by, the air cool against my skin, the world around me is quiet. Finally, a figure moves in the window. My pulse quickens as I lean forward on the bench, a mix of hope and uncertainty in my chest.
Then I see it—her blonde hair catching the early morning light.
It’s her.
Even from this distance, with her features too far away to clearly make out, I know it. That silhouette—the one I’ve been chasing in my dreams. She’s right there, just out of reach. Every muscle in my body tenses, aching to rush across the park and close the distance, to claim her as mine. But I don’t move. Not yet.
The rest of the day drags on as I track her movements, silently planning my surprise for later. I keep my focus, and when Ant finally strolls back into the apartment just after lunch, he’s carrying takeout bags like some sort of peace offering.
I don’t mention my plans for tonight—not yet.
Instead, we go over the details for tomorrow.
“Flynn will be here by tomorrow evening,” I say, leaning back in my chair. “He’s sorted everything with the gym to keep things running while we’re away. No one should suspect a thing.”
Ant nods, scribbling down notes—or so I think. When I glance over at his notepad, I catch a glimpse of a sketch.
A flower. I give him a ‘what the fuck’ look. He pauses mid-doodle and turns to meet my gaze, a grin spreading across his face like he’s been caught in the act. I roll my eyes, but decide to let it go.
Reaching for the takeout bags, I open them up, and the rich aroma of Chinese food fills the air, temporarily distracting me from everything else that’s been weighing on me. I glance at Ant, still smiling at me like I’m supposed to be amused by his antics. “You’re forgiven,” I tell him with a small shake of my head, before digging into the food.
CHAPTER 13
