Merciful Angel

by Lacey Thorn

  An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

  www.ellorascave.com

  Merciful Angel

  ISBN 9781419911262

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

  Merciful Angel Copyright © 2007 Lacey Thorn

  Edited by Helen Woodall.

  Cover art by Syneca.

  Electronic book Publication November 2007

  This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-3502.

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

  Merciful Angel

  Lacey Thorn

  This book is dedicated with love to the following people:

  To Charlene Leatherman, whose wisdom and insight keeps me on my toes and helps me to grow as a writer

  To Carol Lynne, my super-twin, thanks for your endless support and unwavering friendship

  To my editor Helen, who unknowingly issued the challenge that led to this book. May you always keep me striving for improvement.

  And last but never least, to my best friend, whose constant encouragement and praise is the best motivation to keep writing.

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  KY Jelly: Johnson & Johnson Corporation

  Levis: Levi Strauss & Co.

  Loofah: Loofah S. A. Corporation

  Smith & Wesson: Smith & Wesson Corporation.

  Chapter One

  Angelo Marquetti was bone-tired. He had spent the last thirty hours on a stake out that ended with the arrest of several well-known city officials for drug trafficking charges. The case had been in the works for ten long months with Angel working undercover for the last six. Now it was finally over and it wasn’t too soon for him. Tonight all he wanted was a hot shower, a cold beer and a soft bed, all three of which were awaiting him just down the hall in his apartment. He had been tempted to join his partner and a few of the other cops for a few beers at one of the local bars frequented by his peers and filled with women who were always willing to serve them in any and every way they desired. Tomorrow he probably would go since he hadn’t had sex in longer than he cared to think about due to the time he had spent undercover.

  He was three feet from his door when the first scream ripped through the air and he heard running feet inside the apartment across from his. Angel reached beneath his leather jacket and pulled his 9mm Smith & Wesson from the shoulder holster he wore. By the time the second scream came, followed by scuffling noises, he was ready. With one solid kick of his size thirteen boots the apartment door splintered and flew open. Angel filled the doorway with his six-foot-four frame, gun steady in his hand as his steel grey eyes took in the shocking sight before him.

  A goddess stood on the dining room table wrapped in nothing but a damp blue towel that she clutched together over the most impressive breasts Angel had ever seen. She had to be at least a D-cup. He could see the softness of her thighs and the shadow of her cleft as the towel shimmied with every movement she made. Her long blonde hair hung down her back in waves reaching to the lush ass barely hidden from him. The thought of all that silky hair draping over him, his chest, his stomach, his cock as she sucked him with those plump lips of hers had him swelling hot and hard in his snug jeans.

  He didn’t see anything or anyone else in the apartment but her big blue eyes were wide with fear. “Get it,” she screamed pointing toward the floor. “Kill it!”

  Angel looked around again before turning back to her and arching his brow at her. “Get what?” he asked, his patience straining.

  The woman was looking at the floor. “Where did it go? Where?” She still sounded panicked.

  “Look, I don’t see anything,” Angel stated as he moved over to the table and offered her his hand to help her down. “Let me help you down and maybe you can tell me what you’re doing up there.” His eyes were level with her stomach and a quick glance up had him noticing the dusky peach nipple that was just peeking over the towel. It took everything in him not to take it into his mouth and suck and bite it like he wanted to. The woman seemed oblivious to her state of undress and his reaction to it.

  “I’m Cara Michaels,” she said, her eyes still glued to the floor, “and I’m not getting down until it’s gone.”

  “Until what’s gone?” Angel asked, still eyeing her nipple.

  “That big black spider,” she uttered.

  “A spider,” Angel stated incredulously. “All the screaming, you up on the table in a towel, because of a little spider.”

  Cara glanced down at her body and finally noticed just how uncovered she was. She snatched the towel up and pulled it tight, covering that gorgeous nipple but showing him hints of the promised land. “I…I’m really sorry if I…” her blue eyes went even wider as she locked onto the gun held loosely at his side and the busted door of her apartment. She began to slowly edge away from him and he almost laughed, his lips actually twitched.

  “Hold on, honey,” his voice oozed over her like melted chocolate and she gasped when he placed one big hand over the back of her thigh, stopping her from backing up any further. “You’re going to fall off that table if you keep moving. Let me help you down.” He lifted her easily, her size ten frame not seeming to bother him in the least.

  When Cara was on her feet in front of him she realized just how big a man he was. He towered over her, dwarfing her five-foot-four-inch frame. He was tall and muscular, easily the biggest man she had ever encountered and as she looked him up and down she could feel her pulse start to race. He was sheer masculine beauty. His face was strong and rugged, not pretty boy glamour. His eyes were a fierce piercing grey that contrasted well with his olive complexion and shoulder-length black hair. His shoulders were nearly as wide as her doorways and he appeared to have muscles on his muscles. One particular muscle caught her eye as her straying gaze collided with the worn crotch of his snug jeans and the straining erection snaking down his thigh.

  His cock was long, reaching easily to the middle of his covered thighs, and if looks weren’t deceiving as thick as her wrist. She licked her lips and heard his harsh groan as his cock seemed to pulse and jump.

  “Honey, if you don’t want to get seriously fucked you better move your eyes,” he grunted out.

  She snapped her gaze up and away and noticed the detective shield clipped onto his belt before skittering on to his eyes. He snagged her with his gaze and refused to release her. She dipped her tongue out to wet her bottom lip again and his hands snaked out and grabbed her arms hauling her flush against him. “I told you not to do that anymore,” his voice was harsh and low pulsing with need. “You want me to put you on your back on this table and fuck you hard, honey? Because I’m real close to doing just that. It’s been a long, long time.”

  Cara was fine with that. She was a good girl, always doing what she was supposed to, and her safe little self had never had a man like this. She wanted him badly and without even thinking about it she licked her lips again.

  “Drop the towel,” Angel ordered her, “drop it now.”

  She moved her hands up to his shoulders and the too-small towel easily slid off her body and landed in a puddle on their feet. He lifted her again and sat her down on the table, shoving her legs wide and moving between them.

  “Lean back on your arms, Cara,” he snapped out, “and thrust those pretty peach nipples up at me.” Cara did as he said willing to give him anything just to experien
ce a moment like this, a man like him, just once in her life.

  “What…” she licked her lips again and he glared down at her, “What’s your name, detective?”

  “Angelo,” he muttered as he bent down to her breasts, “Detective Angelo Marquetti but most people call me Angel.” He latched onto the plump peach nipple of her left breast, nipping it with his teeth before sucking it into his mouth with harsh, greedy pulls.

  She cried out, leaning her head back and thrusting her breasts higher, offering him more of her bounty. “What are you going to do to me, Angel?” she whispered.

  “Whatever I want,” Angel spoke around her nipple refusing to let it go. “You’re at my mercy now and I’m not feeling very merciful.” He snaked an arm around her waist, helping to support her while he used the other to thrust her legs wider before pushing his fingers through the soaked lips of her sex. “Yeah…you like this don’t ya honey? You like being dominated. That’s real good, honey, ’cause that’s the way I like it as well. You’re going to do just what I tell you to and I’m going to feed this creamy little pussy of yours all the cock it can handle.” He thrust two big fingers, penetrating her tight sheath and making her cry out at the invasion. “Nice and tight,” he told her, “just the way I like my pussy.” He thrust his fingers forcefully again, stretching her and making her burn for what he wanted.

  He released her nipple with a loud pop and stepped back from her, letting his eyes take in the pleasing picture that she made. He kept his fingers buried in her pussy, his big hand keeping her from shielding her glistening sex from his perusal. Her face was flushed, her nipples tight peaks that tingled and ached for him. For the first time in her life she wasn’t self-conscious about her nude body. She could tell that he liked the fullness of her breasts, her wide hips and lush thighs.

  “I’m going to take my fingers out now,” he informed her, “and you’re going to stay just like you are. Keep those breasts high and your thighs wide or you’ll make me very angry, honey.” He pulled his fingers from her slick passage and brought them up to his mouth, inhaling deeply before sucking them both clean of her juices. Surprisingly, he didn’t scare her in the least. He might like his sex rough, might like to dominate, but somehow she just knew without a doubt that he wouldn’t hurt her. Not physically. And he was definitely calling to her inner bad girl, who was at this moment screaming to come out and play.

  He turned from her, heading back to the broken door, and she was startled by the incredible feeling of pain that ripped through her at the thought of him leaving. He only shut the door though, forcing it back into place before turning and easily shoving the catch-all table she kept beside the door over in front of it. It wasn’t much of a deterrent if someone wanted to get inside but it was all he seemed to need to make him ready to continue.

  He turned back to her and took his leather jacket off, stopping and dropping it in a chair. His gun and harness followed, with his badge and then he pulled his shirt over his head, showing her the rippled muscles of his well-defined abs and the thick mat of black hair across his chest. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket, opened it and removed several foil packets, placing them in his front pocket before dropping the wallet as well. His belt hit the chair next and then he was heading back to the table and her popping the top button on his jeans as he walked.

  She licked her lips again and he told her, “When I get done fucking that sweet pussy, honey, you’re going to use that tongue to lick me clean. Then I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth until you suck me dry.” He moved back between her thighs and shoved two fingers back in to her dripping channel. “Then I’m going to fuck you again.”

  He moved closer until her breasts were flush against his chest, her nipples buried in the lush mat of ebony hair there. He bent and nipped her earlobe, telling her in a soft whisper what he wanted her to say. “I want you to beg me for it. Beg me for what you want, honey.”

  She blinked up at him and cried out when his fingers slammed deep again. “I want you,” she whispered back, happy to say whatever he wanted as long as he put that big, looking cock inside her soon.

  “Not good enough, honey,” he shook his head at her. “Tell me exactly what you want. Beg me to fuck your pussy.”

  She blinked rapidly up at him, startled, deliriously excited and stammered out, “Fu-fuck me, please.”

  “This ain’t no tea party honey. Say what I want to hear,” he demanded. “Say ‘Fuck my pussy.’”

  She took a determined breath and blurted out, “Fuck my pussy.” Nothing was going to prevent her from having kinky, wild, down-and-dirty sex with this Adonis.

  She was rewarded with the slow rasp of his zipper being lowered and she knew he was pulling his cock out of his pants. She glanced down and gulped a breath of pure admiration and maybe a tiny tinge of fear as she took in the incredible sight of him. He had to be at least ten inches long and every bit as thick as her wrist.

  “You’re not a virgin, are you, honey?” he asked her and she shook her head no with her gaze still fixed on his pulsing cock.

  “That’s a good thing,” Angel said unapologetically. “Cause I like to fuck hard and fast. You’re going to take it as rough as I want to give it,” he looked at her waiting for her nod of agreement before continuing. “Just a few rules to our game, honey. If you don’t want this say so now. I’ll walk away and that will be the end of it. But if you want to play this game with me then there are a few things that you have to know up front. Don’t tell me no. In the heat of the moment it makes me wild, especially when your body is screaming yes. I won’t hurt you ever but I will give you more pleasure than you’ve ever known in your life. Don’t ask me to stop, not when we both know it’s not what you really want. Beg for it harder, beg for it faster, beg me to shove it deeper but don’t beg me for mercy because I won’t give you any.”

  He reached into his pocket and brought a condom out, deftly opening it and sheathing his straining length. He placed the purpled head of his cock against her entrance and eased it nice and slowly just inside before moving his hands and bracing them on the table against her knees, ensuring that she remained spread wide. “Now beg me for it,” he ordered, snaring her in his deep grey eyes, teasing her with a chance to fulfill a lifetimes worth of fantasies. “Beg me for my cock.”

  “Please,” she whispered, wanting this moment, this man, more than her next breath. “Please give it to me.”

  He pushed a little farther into her tight pussy before stopping and telling her more instructions. “Beg for it hard, honey. Beg me to fuck you hard.”

  “Yes, yes,” Cara cried out, crazy for that first hard thrust of his hard cock. “Fuck me hard. Fuck me hard.”

  With a harsh groan Angel slammed his cock home, hitting her cervix as he forced her to accept every inch he had for her. She screamed as the muscles in her pussy began to burn, struggling to accommodate his wide girth. He pulled back and slammed roughly inside her again. “Every inch of me,” he said as he set up a pounding rhythm that had her bucking and screaming beneath him. “No mercy.”

  “Oh God,” she keened as a powerful orgasm ripped through her womb, “Oh God, yes!”

  He continued fucking her, entering her with violent thrusts of his hips, forcing her to orgasm after orgasm until she was shaking with them. “No more,” Cara begged, curious to see just what his reaction would be, just how far he would take it. “Please, I can’t take anymore.”

  He plunged into her, surging faster now as he shook his head at her. “I told you not to beg me to stop. I warned you, honey. It just makes me crazy, makes me want to show you just how much more you can and will take. Show you how much you’ll enjoy every minute of it.” He was shoving his cock so deep that it felt like he was actually reaching into her stomach, so hard that it was all she could do to stay braced up on her arms. It would be so easy to fall to her back and let him have her, but she wanted to sit up, wanted to see his face close to hers while he fucked her. He forced her into another orgasm and
she crumpled to her back on the table, no longer fighting to stay up. He pulled her further down until she could feel the cheeks of her ass just barely hanging over the edge of the table. He hooked his elbows beneath her knees and forced her legs higher and wider, never once slowing the forceful pounding of his cock.

  Cara screamed, no longer caring what he thought as she begged for mercy, begged for him to stop, knowing full well just how much better it would make this moment for them both, until her voice was as strained and weak as her body. Only when she was quiet and soft beneath him once again did he throw his head back and cry out his own release, spilling into the tip of the condom with harsh spurts as he buried himself to the balls inside her tight pussy and stayed there.

  “You still with me, Cara Michaels?” Angelo asked her softly the air filled with the harsh sounds of them trying to catch their breaths.

  “I’m still here, detective,” Cara panted out.

  “Good,” he stated matter-of-factly as he pulled out of her and moved toward her open kitchen to dispose of the used condom, zipping his spent cock back up inside his jeans but leaving the button undone. He opened the fridge and with a quick look snagged a couple of bottles of water before heading back to the table and Cara. “’Cause that was just round one, honey.”

  Holy shit! Cara thought, gingerly sitting up and taking the offered bottle of water from him. Detective Angelo Marquetti was the best treat a single girl could ever hope for and Cara planned to thoroughly indulge herself.

  Chapter Two

  “Feel like another shower?” Angel asked Cara as he eased her gently from her perch atop the table to her feet keeping his arm around her. “I know that I could sure use one.”

  “Right this way, detective,” Cara murmured as she led the way down the hall to the bathroom. She pushed the door open and walked into the big room. She opened the closet just inside the door and removed two big, lush towels for them to use before crossing to the shower and opening the glass door to start the water. It shocked her how comfortable she felt walking around naked in front of Angel. She was not a woman who was normally comfortable around men.