by Warren, Rie
You’re stronger than you look. Angel’s words came back to me.
Too late.
Vernon recovered. Propelling forward feet first, he took out my legs.
I crashed to the ground as he crawled up over me.
Manacling my wrists beside my head, he slammed them down. “Our uncle told me to get you back, bitch.”
“Bitch this!” I kneed him in the groin and, when he reared back—howling—I scraped the small rake down the side of his face.
He cupped one hand to his crotch, the other against his cheek, swearing vividly.
I quickly clambered away from his kneeling form.
I made it to the table in time to pick up the Glock. Hands unsteady, I aimed when Vernon stood up.
“You gonna shoot me? Your last surviving brother?” He advanced, snarling.
Fingers shaking, I couldn’t switch off the safety.
Vernon pressed his chest right against the barrel.
He gave a nasty smile before trying to wrangle the gun from my grip. I struggled, managing to get the safety off at the last moment. But Vernon grabbed my arm. The gun shot straight into the air, not straight into my brother.
“I knew it!” He threw the gun across the courtyard and spun me against the high wall. He mashed the back of my head into stone. “You don’t have the guts, cunt.”
He grinded into me in the most perverse way, and I smelled the stench of his sweat.
“I will kill you, Vernon. You and all the rest of them.”
His fingers found the brand on my breast, and he squeezed. “Try it. See how far you git.”
Nine
Angel
I HEARD THE SHOUTS and the shot from the bar.
Mercy was supposed to be gardening.
Dropping the paperwork, I raced toward the back door.
Slade sprinted at my back.
“What happened to the fucking blockade?”
“Not like I have Marines under my command,” Slade muttered.
“Not goddam good enough!”
Chase brought up the rear when we bolted into the courtyard.
“MERCY!” I bellowed.
A stocky skinhead held her caged against the wall, his hand down her shirt and his hips pushing in a sickening way against her.
He turned to grin at me while Mercy thrashed against his barring arms.
I didn’t need the gun. I didn’t need my knife.
Full of pure adrenaline, I tore him off Mercy and splatted him to the ground.
Fist for fist, we pounded punches. I took one to my ribs that sent me spinning.
I looked up just once to see Slade bundle Mercy into his arms.
There was blood on her attacker’s face.
Dirt all over hers.
There’d be a fucking lot more blood before I was done.
The Nazi fuck came at me, weaving left and right.
I nailed him in the nose then blasted him with an uppercut that spun him off his feet again.
Hand at the back of his shirt, I dragged the skinhead to the far end of the courtyard. I kicked him in the kidneys and made sure to mash his face into all the splintered glass from Mercy’s target practice.
“Get the hell up.” I bit out the words like bullets between my teeth.
Teeth I bared when I booted open the back gate.
I shoved the shit-stain into the alley. “You come back here again . . . you come anywhere near Mercy again, and you’ll be eating six fucking feet of dirt. Mark. My. Words.”
I slammed the gate and latched the lock, staring at the wood and trying to shake off the murderous rage that pounded through me.
I should’ve killed him.
Should’ve killed him when I had the chance, and screw this being above-board bullshit.
When I turned around, Mercy broke from Slade’s hold. She ran forward, flinging herself into my arms.
That time there weren’t any tears, just harsh driven breaths from both of us.
“Leave them to it.” Slade was dragging Chase away.
“Is she okay?” Chase glanced back.
“Let’s leave them the fuck alone.”
After they disappeared into the building, I picked Mercy up in my arms. I carried her to the fountain and set her down to kneel in front of her. Whipping off my T-shirt, I wet it in the water. I cleaned the dirt off her hands and face, my jaw tensing over and over again. I inspected her all over until I was satisfied nothing was broken and no horrifying new bruises littered her skin.
Finally meeting her eyes, I couldn’t keep the anger out of mine. “Which motherfucking good-for-nothin’ relative was that?”
“My brother, Vernon.”
I nodded, standing up to pace a few feet away. I couldn’t trust myself to say anything else.
“I should go back. Just let me go back.”
Stalking to Mercy, I pulled her up to her feet. “Over my dead body! You’re staying with me.”
“I’m not your property, Angel. Not yours and not theirs.” She shoved at me until I let her go.
My temper cooled, and I raked both hands through my hair.
There were damp spots on her top from the water. Damp spots and dirt stains and she had tiny scratches on the palms of her hands, and she was still the prettiest thing I’d ever seen.
The prettiest, and the most important.
I frowned, considering her. Thinking about what to do.
“You’re right. You’re not my property.” I wasn’t the one who’d goddamn branded her. I’d never keep her here against her will. “I’ll set you up someplace else then. Anywhere else.”
A sad smile whispered across her lips. “I don’t want to go.”
I lifted my hands to frame her face. “Are you sure?”
She nodded.
My blood began running high again, the fury of anger and fear combusting into something more.
Something I could no longer control.
I tipped her face toward mine and kissed her softly. The light touch of our lips deepened. Tongues lunging desperately, mouths moving restlessly, we held on for dear life.
Lust, arousal, danger, death.
Sex.
Mercy moaned when I suckled on her bottom lip before breaking the kiss.
“Are you sure?” My voice rumbled, rough and low, and that time I was asking her permission for something a lot more intimate.
I needed her.
I watched her eyelids drift down as a pink blush painted across her cheeks.
“Yes.” Her fingers slipped up my chest to my shoulders, her belly brushing against the thickening of my erection.
“Why? After he just had his hands on you—”
“It wasn’t anything different from anybody else.”
Jesus Christ.
She kissed my chin then all along my jaw. “You’re different, Angel. With you, everything’s different.”
“I’m not sure.” I might get too physical. I didn’t want to hurt her.
If I fucked her—made love to her—she’d be even deeper inside me.
“You don’t want me.” She shrugged free.
“More than anything. More than anyone else.” Just the thought of thrusting into her where my fingers and my lips and my tongue had been—the wet sweetness of her—made my cock swell even more.
“You could erase them. I want to feel good. I want you,” she implored.
I swallowed harshly. “Inside.”
I couldn’t hustle Mercy upstairs to my room fast enough. And despite the tension arcing between us, she laughed.
“I guess you do want me.”
“You have no idea.” I shut and locked the door then kicked off my boots.
She watched with a smile playing around her lips while I threw aside my damp shirt, unbuttoned my jeans, and shucked every single article of clothing from my body.
Cock ramrod straight and pulsing with blood coursing through the thick veins, I stood with my feet stamped apart. “Is this convincing enough for you?”
Mercy pressed against my side, pulling me down to her mouth. I kissed her with savage intensity, funneling her hair through my fingers. She stood on tiptoes, one hand on my ass, the other trailing down my chest to tickle through my pubes. Then she wrapped her fist around my dick.
My head reared back. My groin bucked up. I wound her hair around my arm.
Her moist kisses landed on my shoulder, my bicep, my pec, and she began a slick twisting stroke up and down my throbbing rod.
Tension wound tighter, cum filling my balls and heat bursting from my veins.
I pulled her hand off me. “No more of that now. I’m too close already.”
“What if I said please?” She pouted.
“No.” No way in hell. “I’m gonna undress you now.”
“Okay.” She ducked her head shyly.
With two fingers beneath her delicate chin, I tilted her face back up. “None of that now.”
When I drew her shirt up and off her arms, her wheat-gold hair sifted back down to float over her shoulders and down her back and over the tempting flesh of her breasts.
Cupping both tits, I searched out her nipples. The pink peaks tightened and rose beneath my thumbs. I massaged the mounds of her breasts, swirling fingers over and over the taut buds while she swayed and shivered at each touch.
My fingers whispered down her tummy to her hips. Two days with me, and she’d already started filling out a bit.
I popped open the button on her jeans, yanking her to me and eliciting a gasp. After tugging down the zipper, I palmed her mound. She felt hot inside the denim.
I wanted her even hotter.
I wanted her panting and screaming my name.
She clutched my forearm when I peeled the jeans down, urging her to step from her flip-flops then the tight denim.
Mercy stood there in nothing but baby blue panties with her shiny hair so long and straight and silky like a veil over her body.
My cock throbbed at the sight of her, a drizzle of precum sizzling from the slit to meander down my length.
Mercy watched, teeth caught on her puffy bottom lip.
“Beautiful, cher.” I ran the backs of my knuckles over her panty-clad pussy, inhaling choppy breaths when I felt slippery wetness along her center.
“Are you sure?” She smirked teasingly, but her tongue rolled out to lick across her lips.
Hauling her to me, I crashed my mouth over hers.
I lightly bit the tip of her tongue then darted mine inside her mouth. I swept all around her silken cheeks and alongside the wet twining tangle of her tongue.
Heat spilled between us, and I was fired up enough to ram right into her cock first, but I had to remember this was Mercy.
My gamine.
I tore my lips away to scatter more kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. I flicked her hair over her shoulders and sifted the lengths through my fingers. I held onto her waist as I lapped ever-smaller circles around one nipple until I finally latched on. Taking the proud peak into my mouth, I sucked gently then more urgently.
She arched and bent to my hungering need, gasping when I moved to her other tit, the other bud. She held on by my hair, tangling her fingers through the strands and rocking against me.
Most of her bruises had healed. But the brand on her left breast . . . Fuck.
I drifted tender kisses up to the lowest point of the swastika then peered up at her. Her skin was pink and puckered, the brand a permanent reminder.
“How does it feel?” I asked, pressing the softest imprint of my lips against the mark.
“Better when you do that.” Her tummy hollowed, and her breath hurried out to flutter over the crown of my head.
“Yeah?”
I swirled my tongue across the marking, making sure she knew just because it was on her it wasn’t part of her.
Lips hovering up above hers as she panted the hottest little breaths, I plucked her last garment off before plunging inside her mouth.
Delivering wild kisses, I pulled her up into my arms. Her thighs wound around my hips, opening the sleek petals of her cunt to the underside of my blood-hot cock. I carried her to the bed, laid her down, and prowled on top of her.
I only broke the kiss to shift back down her body.
“Where are you going,” she asked when I reached her belly.
“Need to make sure you’re ready.” I held her scissoring legs open with my knees pressed against them.
“Trust me, Angel. I’m wet.” She grinded up against my torso. “Embarrassingly wet.”
“Yeah?” Call that music to my ears. But . . . “I think I need to see that for myself.”
With my palms on her hips, I licked the wispy curls above her cunt before placing my mouth against her. Tongue dividing her drenched labia, I slathered up her slit to snake against her clit.
Mon Dieu. I’d never get tired of her taste. My eyes fucking rolled back in their sockets.
Lush, she burst upon my tongue.
Hot, she made me want to stay between her thighs forever.
Wet, I’d be happy to drink from the vessel of her flesh until I goddamn drowned in her essence.
A sudden orgasm drew her body taut as a bow. Her thighs trembled. Her pelvis pushed up. Her body turned pink and flushed.
Her sexy murmurs and hot moans drove me up the wall. If my cock got any harder I’d burst with one single thrust inside her. Precum damn near dripped, coating my shaft and puddling onto the bed.
I only finished my feast because her heels drummed against my shoulders and her little hole had dilated into a red, wanting opening.
Rising above Mercy and rubbing up and over her engorged clit with the head of my dick, I sealed my mouth over hers. I swallowed her whimpers, dragging out her long-lasting climax. My skin stretched tight all over my body not just my cock. And I grasped the base, nudging just at her hole with the wide wet tip to her soft sucking cunt.
Mercy pushed me up. “Wait!”
Strain made muscles pop out along my chest and arms. I’d stop altogether if she wanted me to but . . .
“You need a condom.”
Is that all? But . . .
“I don’t want one.” Something possessive and primal came over me.
Maybe she unwillingly carried the mark of her kin on her flesh, but I wanted her to carry my mark—my seed—inside her.
Her hands slipped from my cheeks to my hair, and she held me still. “You need one. Because of my . . . the needles and other things. I haven’t been tested, Angel.”
I wanted so much for her to be clean. For none of that other shit to have happened to her.
I selfishly wanted to be inside her more.
Reaching over, I pulled open the top drawer of the nightstand. The whole damn thing clattered to the floor.
I swore.
Mercy cupped a hand over her mouth, mirth in her eyes.
“Gonna be real funny when I just blow my jizz all over your tits because you got me that hot, Mercy.” I fumbled on the floor until I found a square foil.
“That bad, is it?”
“What’s it look like?” On my knees over her, I stroked up and down my dick.
My precum created an unmistakable snicking noise.
“Then you better hurry. I want to feel you.” She gazed longingly at my throbbing cock.
Her hair fanned across the pillows. Her lips were moist. Her tits heaved up in invitation echoed by her pussy, which was pink and slick.
I snapped on the condom in record time.
Poised above her again, I asked, “Are you sure?”
I wanted to give her every out even while I couldn’t wait to fuck her.
Her arms ringed around my middle, legs wrapping around my thighs. “Please, Angel.”
Entering Mercy, I held onto every last ounce of willpower I had.
Sex had never been slow.
I’d never done gentle.
I’d never even r
eally cared about a woman like this before aside from getting her off and getting the same for myself.
I breached Mercy with the broad head, watching as her mouth parted.
I gave her the first two inches, closing my eyes because the tight wet sensation socketing my cock sent bolts of need straight down my spine.
Backing out, I listened to her mewl.
“You want more?” I dabbed her clit with my cockhead she’d saturated.
“I want it all.”
Fuck.
I entered her . . . all the way . . . inch by inch . . . giving her my entire length and stretching her open.
Going slow was gonna kill me. The hot wet clasp of her cunt made me shake from head to toe.
I dropped over her, clasping her hands in mine beside her head. I grinded inside her, widening the fleshy-hot tunnel.
I groaned raggedly. “I want to fuck you so hard, Mercy.”
Ten
Mercy
“I WANT TO FUCK you so hard.”
Angel’s rough-toned words made heat pool wetter and faster between my thighs where he was buried so deeply.
I stretched wantonly beneath him, arching up against his magnificent chest.
“But you’re not going to, are you?” I asked, a low breathy quality to my voice.
He ran one arm beneath my back to bring my mouth to his. Grinding inside me as his balls brushed against my bottom, he nipped at my lips.
“You sweet, sweet temptress.”
Angel rose back up to both arms and glided languorously from the liquid depths of my pussy. He thrust achingly inside again, his ingress a torturous and thick slide.
Every move he made keyed me higher, and having feminine control over him was both whimsical and seductive.
The lusciously wicked sensation of his cock filling me so thoroughly, so strongly, made me overflow with boundless arousal. The agonizing control with which he fucked me was glorious to experience and so sexy to watch. Every so often he lowered his head to suck a pearled nipple between his lips or to plunge his tongue into my gasping mouth.
I could see the strain on Angel’s face from going slow and being gentle with me. His tortured control filled me with heady power.