Page 45 of The Price of Mercy
“That’s it,” Kane grunts, “be our dirty girl for a little longer.”
“She said no.” Sam pushes onto his elbows only for Kane to shove the two of us back down, using his entire body weight to flatten me on Sam’s chest. “Kane!”
“Didn’t expect to hear you scream my name, Sam, but I don’t hate it.”
“Fuck you! Get off of her!”
“Only if she asks nicely.” Smacking his dick against my ass, Kane kisses my shoulder blade. “Do you want me to stop, Siren, or do you want my cock, too?”
I whimper, not sure what I want anymore. My body is hot all over, sandwiched between two men. Would Kane really stop if I asked him to? Or is he just saying that so he doesn’t seem like the bad guy?
“Until you decide—” Repositioning himself, Kane aligns his cock with my entrance and thrusts, missing the mark and sliding along my slit. “I’ll be right here.”
Clawing Sam’s arms, I moan. Why does that feel good?
Something stirs against my thigh. “Shit,” Sam hisses, clenching his jaw. “Goddammit.”
My eyes widen. There’s no way.No way.
Kane laughs hard enough that his rhythm falters. “See how dirty your boyfriend is, Mercy?”
“Just as dirty as you,” Zane huffs from across the room. “The three of you are a fucking—” His voice catches. “Mess.”
Iseveryonein this room turned on?
Taking a breath, I plant my hands on the mattress.Fine.I’m turned on, too. I’m included in this—whatever this is.Orgy, a voice in my head reminds me. Or does this count as a threesome?
Pushing against Kane’s weight is harder than I thought, but I slam my hips up when he pulls back, chasing his cock. “I want it,” I admit aloud, shuddering as a wave of desire rolls through me.
Kane thrusts back, bumping my clit hard enough that I gasp. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”
“I want it!” I cry, desperately trying to meet his next thrust. His cock slips between my slick folds, teasing me with its length.I remember seeing it in his hand before—it’s bigger than Sam’s. Can something like that fit inside of me?
“You wantthis?” The tip nudges my entrance. My pussy clenches in anticipation.
“Yes!”
Humming as he pulls back, Kane nips the side of my neck. “Then beg for it.”
My brain struggles to process his request. “Beg?”
“Beg,” he rumbles, grabbing my right ass cheek and squeezing. “Beg for this cock you want so badly.”
I choke on my saliva. He can’t be serious.
Smack!Stinging pain makes me scream. Heat blossoms from his touch, and he rubs the spot lovingly. “Beg for me to stop, or beg for my cock.”
“You’re crazy!” But even as I say it, I realize that it doesn’t matter. Crazy or not, Kane won’t let up just because I call him names. “I’mnotbegging!”
“Then I guess we’re at a stalemate,” Kane chuckles, dragging his lips down my spine and kissing each vertebrae. “You have a beautiful body, Mercy.” He rubs my stinging ass, then squeezes. “I’m glad that I finally get to see it in person.”
Smack!
Gasping, I jerk away from Kane’s palm and crash into Sam, who’s lying completely still beneath me. I peek at his face to find him staring not at me, but at my ass hanging in the air.Transfixed.“Hey!” Scooting up Sam’s body, I scowl at him. “What exactly are you staring at?”
His lips part, but no sound comes out. Swallowing, he tears his gaze away. “You don’t want me to look?” Sam’s jaw clenches as he turns his head and stares at the wall.
“I—” My brain short-circuits as Kane rubs my heated flesh, humming like he’s enjoying himself. Maybe Sam’s enjoying this too? Lifting my knee, I plant it between Sam’s thighs and pressdown until I feel his cock—as hard as he was when we had sex—beneath my thigh. Face burning, I arch my back and lift my ass even higher. “You can look,” I murmur, blushing. “If you want.”
