Page 36 of Property of Mercy
“Words, Little Lamb,” he growls next to my ear.
“I understand,” I whisper, feeling light-headed.
“Good girl,” he croons, pulling away slightly.“Second, we need a word that stops all things.I will push you past your limits, but if at any time you truly are not okay with what’s happening, this word stops everything.”
I know I most look like an owl with how wide my eyes are open.There is no way this is happening.The ruthless killer and the man in front of me seem to be like two different people.I don’t want to be anything but fucked into forgetting for just a moment.What is with all this talking?
The one time I could use the brain-to-mouth filter to falter is the moment it holds like Fort fucking Knox.Guess I’m going to have to pull on my imaginary big girl panties.
“Mercy, I don’t need anything from you but to be fucked.What are you doing?”I ask him.
“That’s just it, Little Lamb, you aren’t like the rest.So, this conversation will be had, or I’ll go find me a fucking club bunny to take care of this.”The promise in his voice and the fact I know he would and could do just that lights a fire of jealously and anger like I’ve never felt before.
Using my hold on his neck, I pull his face to mine.“That’s not an option.You want a word fine—pickle.If it’s too much and I want it all to stop, I’ll say pickle.”
Mercy shakes his head before going back to kissing all over my neck and chest, using my hand necklace to move my head as he wants.This need is unlike anything I have ever experienced.I’m so wet and my pussy throbs with not only my heartbeat, but his as well.
“Is there anything else?”I whine once again, trying to shift my hips to get even the slightest amount of friction.
“Hold on,” he mumbles into the side of my neck.
He releases his hold on my throat to full cup my ass with both hands, holding me tight to his abs.He uses that hold to apply pressure to my throbbing center.Dropping my face onto his shoulder, I hiss as fire ignites my blood.I feel his fingers flex, squeezing hard.Unable to fight the need to taste this man, I place open-mouthed kisses across the top of his shoulder and up the side of his neck, nipping at his ear.
Mercy runs one of his hands up my back, gripping the back of my neck, pressing me tighter to him.
“Fuck,” he breathes as I continue my assault.
Suddenly, he lets me go and I’m falling backward.I let out a startled gasp when my back connects with the mattress.Reaching up, I wipe the hair from my face and look at the mountain of a man standing above me.Bringing my legs together to try to find some kind of relief, I watch Mercy watching me.
He reaches out with his large, calloused hands, placing them on my knees, pulling them apart and leaving me exposed.Bringing my hands up, I cover my face to hide my embarrassment at being laid open for this man.Mercy runs his hands up the inside of my thighs, just missing my soaking wet pussy before dragging his nails back down the same path.He leans forward, sucking an aching nipple into his mouth.Instinctually, I arch into his hold, begging for more.
Mercy doesn’t let up, moving between my nipples, sucking and biting them as he runs his hands up and down my thighs, just missing the place I want him most.Reaching out, I run my nails up his back, trying to pull him closer and push him away all at the same time.Mercy plays my body as if I’m an instrument made for him alone.
“Mercy, please.”I’m nearly crying with the need for release.
He suddenly pulls away, standing to his full height, taking in my body.The way my nipples are hard and red from his mouth, the inside of my thighs and the lines his short nails have left there.
“Fucking hell, Little Lamb, my imagination could have never conjured up how absolutely exquisite your body would look with my marks left on it.”Mercy’s words are said with pure worship.
Gripping the sheets under me, I watch him.“Mercy?—”
He cuts my words off, “Touch yourself, Little Lamb.Show me exactly how you like to be touched.”
My body goes still, and I just stare at him.He can’t mean what I think he means, can he?I don’t move.Hell, I’m scared to even breathe at this point.
“Little Lamb, I am not a man that likes to repeat myself.If that should become necessary, then punishment will be handed down.”He cocks an eyebrow, as if daring me to not follow his instruction.
Slowly, I uncurl my fingers from the sheets, running my hand across my belly toward my aching pussy.Pausing just before my trembling hand makes contact with my clit.I look back up at Mercy, finding him focused on my hand as if holding his breath to see if I’m going to follow his directions.Having his attention so focused on me washes away some of the nervousness, causing me to feel bold in my actions.
I slide my hand to the right of where I need attention the most, running just a single finger down the lip of my pussy.Mercy grumbles low in his chest as he watches me dance my finger around my begging pussy.I watch Mercy as he tracks my every move, his hands on my knees squeezing and releasing as I get closer and move away again.Shifting under my own touch, my body is begging for release.Taking my free hand, I run it up my side, cupping my breast in my hand, pinching my nipple.
Mercy grabs my wrist and pulls it away from my breast, glaring.“I don’t remember telling you that you could do that.Also, I remember telling you to touch your pussy.”
Cocking a single eyebrow, I give him a slow smile.“But I am touching my pussy.”
Just like the first time when Mercy grinned at me, my heart stutters at how truly beautiful this man is.
“Is that so?Well, it looks like we’re going to have more fun than I could have ever imagined.”The look of joy on his face is so out of place I freeze.
