Page 21 of No Mercy
“Alright,” I begin, glancing at him as he pulls out his laptop. “We know where she’s staying. Flynn got us everything from the agency and synced it with the tracker.”
At the mention of the tracker, Ant flips open his laptop and loads up the screen. A map pops up, pinpointing Eva’s exact location.
“We’ve got an apartment about ten minutes away,” I continue. “Not too close to raise suspicion, but close enough to get in and out if needed. Flynn’s joining us in two days, once Gunnar’s settled back at school and the house is set up.”
Ant nods, stuffing his face with pancakes. Mid-bite, he waves his hand, urging me to keep talking. I scoff, reaching for my coffee. “Once Flynn gets here, he’ll distract her friend. That’ll give me the chance to get closer to Eva without interruptions.”
For the next half hour, I walk him through every detail of the plan. Just as I’m getting to the good part, a loud snore cuts me off. I glance over to find him slumped in his seat, head tilted back, mouth wide open.
Unbelievable. He might not talk, but he sure as hell snores loud enough to wake the dead.
I take the opportunity to hijack the playlist. “Hey Siri, play ‘Like That’ by Doja Cat.”
The upbeat rhythm fills the car, and I can’t help but move with it. My shoulders sway left and right, my grip on the wheel loosening as the music takes over.
At a red light, a car pulls up beside me. I glance to the left and spot a guy staring, his expression a mix of confusion and judgment. Perfect. I roll down the window, flash him a grin, and blow him a kiss just as the light turns green. His eyes widen in shock, his jaw dropping. Laughter spills out of me as I hit the gas, leaving him and his bewilderment in the dust.
We arrived at the apartment a little after 5 in the morning. Ant woke up halfway through the drive and spent the rest of the trip making sure everything was set for Flynn to join us in a few days.
“Just remind him, if he breaks my bike, I’ll break him,” I tell Ant.
I never let anyone touch my bike, but I’ll need it while we’re here, so I have no choice but to trust my darling, reckless brother to bring it.
I quickly make my way out of the car and into the apartment. Upon entering I have a look around seeing everything that is there that we requested. Inspecting the 3 bedrooms, I see a king size bed in the middle of the room with a 55 inch television opposite sitting on the wall. We all have the exact same layout with an en suite, which hopefully will stop any arguments once Flynn arrives.
Ant follows into the apartment shortly after and I guide him to his room at the other side of the living room. “Welcome to your domain brother, use it as you wish but keep the noise down yeah?” I say as I give him a wink.
I pray that one day he will find his voice and return with something sarcastic like he used to but no matter what I throw at him, he stays silent.
Feeling defeated I make my way to my room, making sure to grab my bag by the front door. I didn’t even realise Ant brought it in until now, I’ll thank him tomorrow.
I close the door behind me, feeling the weight of the day press down on my shoulders. The dim lighting casts a soft glow around the room, creating an intimate, almost conspiratorial feel. My bag drops onto the chair by the window as I pull out my laptop, but my gaze is immediately drawn to the tracker. I see her location, still at the house. She’s so close.
The thought of Eva, stretched out in that bed, her soft body hidden beneath the sheets, sends a wave of heat through me. I imagine her hair scattered across the pillow, her chest rising and falling with every breath, her lips parted as she dreams of something else entirely. Something I’ll make real.
My cock stirs against the fabric of my joggers, straining, aching for release, but I fight it. No, I need to savour this, to make it last. I slowly slide my hand down, freeing myself from the tight confines of my pants. The tension builds as I imagine her beneath me, soft and ready, her body trembling with need.
I stroke myself slowly, the heat building in waves as I imagine what it’ll feel like to have her writhing beneath me. Her body, soft and pliant, waiting for my every move. I can almost taste her skin, feel her warmth enveloping me. My movements become more deliberate, each stroke a promise of what’s to come.
In my mind, I stand at the edge of her bed, masked, silent, watching her as she wakes. Her eyes flutter open, and she locks onto mine, wide with confusion, with fear… and something else. Something darker, hungrier.
“Who are you?” she whispers, her voice trembling with uncertainty, but I hear the edge of desire beneath it. The way her body reacts to the unknown.
I don’t answer her, stepping closer, my gaze fixed on hers. She moves to retreat, but there’s nowhere to go. The silk of her nightdress clings to her curves, the fabric teasing me, giving just enough of a glimpse to drive me mad.
The image plays in my head like a movie, my breath quickening. “Fuck, Eva,” I gasp, the urge to release nearly overwhelming, but I push it down, not ready to let it end.
Grabbing her ankles, I pull her towards me with a force that leaves her breathless. Her legs hang off the bed, the soft skin of her thighs exposed, and I take my time, savouring the way she reacts to my every touch. I spread her open, forcing her to bare herself to me. She gasps, her body shuddering in anticipation.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, my voice low, a promise of things to come. I brush a finger along her folds, feeling her wetness, the heat of her begging to be touched. I press lightly, teasing her, feeling her body respond before she even knows what she wants.
“Please,” she gasps, her voice breaking with need, and it takes everything in me not to give in right then.
I don’t answer her. I lean in closer, letting the warmth of my breath hover over her skin. Her hips twitch, desperate for more, but I make her wait, letting the tension build between us. I tease her, circling her clit with the tip of my finger, just enough to drive her wild. Her body moves against me, instinctively seeking more, but I hold her still.
She tries to lift her hips, to urge me deeper, but I pull away, just enough to keep her on edge. She moans, the sound so desperate it nearly drives me over the edge myself. I can’t hold back any longer. I slip two fingers inside her, the tightness of her body making me groan with pleasure. I work her slowly,deliberately, every movement calculated to drive her insane with need.
Her body bucks against me, seeking more, but I keep my pace slow, dragging it out, making her wait. I curl my fingers, finding that sweet spot inside her that makes her gasp, makes her cry out in pleasure. Her body shudders, her nails digging into the sheets as she tries to hold on, but it’s too much.
