Mercy's Angels Box Set (Mercy's Angel #1-3)

by Kirsty Dallas

  “Please don’t make me go in there.” Her plea broke my heart and I wanted to climb into bed, pull her into my arms and never let her go. Wrapping her up in bubble wrap wouldn’t help her though. There was a time I admitted coddling her wasn’t what she needed and I was going to stick to my guns and help her slay those fucking demons and dismember her fears. She needed someone to push her beyond that fear, where she could come out reborn and cleansed. If gentle was what she truly needed, I would give it to her, but right now she needed something more demanding.

  “Do you trust me?”

  She hesitated before nodding, but her eyes weren’t on me, they were on the doorway behind me.

  “Em!” Her gaze flew back to mine; she was focused on me now and not her nightmare in the other room. “Do you trust me?” She didn’t hesitate as she nodded again. “You are strong enough to beat this.” My finger tip pressed against her temple. “Your fear is in here. It’s tangible inside here, but in reality it can’t hurt you anymore.” She nodded her understanding. “You are safe with me, I promise.” Placing both palms on her cheeks I pressed my lips to hers for a quick, chaste kiss before moving back to let my hands slide down her neck, shoulders and finally arms. Lifting her hands above her head I pulled the hem of her shirt up and off, leaving her naked underneath. Unable to pull my gaze from the perfect pink tipped nipples, I leaned forward and sucked one into my mouth. We could both use this, just a small distraction. Emily arched her back, pressing her magnificent breasts forward. With a pop I released her nipple from my mouth and moved my hands to her waist. “Stand up Malen’Kaya.”

  She didn’t waver as she stood. Flicking the button of her jeans free, I pulled the zipper down, tugged the clothing from her hips. My hands ran up the outside of her legs, from her ankles to her waist, then back around to her smooth stunning ass. It took little more than a gentle nudge to move her closer so I could press my lips to her stomach, enjoying the shuddering response of her body under my touch. Rising slowly my mouth found hers and I took her mouth in a possessive kiss. She let me in, let me kiss her like my life depended on it. My hand slipped between her legs, sliding over her smooth slick pussy. She was already wet for me, and I growled with approval. Pulling her thigh up my leg, I encouraged her to wrap herself around me. As I lifted her ass up, her core pressed against the course denim of my jeans, which hid the rigid length of my desire for her. Like that I carried her to the bathroom, kissing her with a passion I had never invested in a woman before. I had kissed plenty of women, but none with the need and hunger I felt for Emily. Carefully, I placed her on the bathroom vanity and quickly turned off the tap before the water began to spill over the edges of the tub. Moving back between her legs, I gently forced her chin back to me, pulling her eyes away from the large bathtub full of water.

  “Undress me, Malen’kaya.”

  Finding solace or an escape in my command, she quickly unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders. Those fingers that were once so tentative now moved over my body with bold appreciation, tracing the lines of my abs before slipping behind the button of my jeans. She slowly slipped each one free before pushing my jeans and boxer briefs from my hips. I kicked them free, and we were both blessedly naked. My cock was hard as iron and reaching greedily for the wet heat of Emily’s core, which was so close. Ignoring my body’s demand, I began rubbing Emily’s neck, shoulders and arms. Her fear seemed to disappear under my touch which made me arrogantly pleased. I liked that my hands could calm her and I sure as shit liked touching her. Taking a small step backwards, I pulled her with me and edged closer to the tub. She tensed immediately.

  “You know I would never hurt you, Em. I would die before allowing you to come to harm.” I brushed her hair back from her face and licked the gentle arch of her neck. Her shiver encouraged me onwards as I nibbled a path up her neck and eventually to the soft lobe of her ear, which I gently took between my teeth. “You’re mine to protect, Em. I want to destroy your demons.” Another step back and I could feel the ledge of the bathtub at the back of my legs. I ran my tongue over her lower lip, while my hands found her perfect breasts. Playing with her, drawing out her desire was helping to distract her as I stepped into the tub. “You need to trust me.”

  Slowly I sat down in the warm water and glanced back up at Em, who looked a little pale. My hand stretched out in silent offer. She could take it, or leave it, but fuck how I hoped she took it. I really wanted her to do this, I wanted to remove this fear.

  “Come on, Malen’kaya. I know you’ve got too much pride and strength to let that fucker control you anymore.” That got her attention. With a slight nod, she stepped cautiously into the water. I could see that her legs were trembling, and her hands were clenching into fists at her side. “Turn around.” She looked uneasy at the idea of turning her back on me, but complied. “Now sit down.”

  The sight of her perfect ass right in front of me was an erotic temptation; the gentle slope that met the top of her thighs was one of my favorite parts of her body. So close to heaven and so sensitive. Instead of squeezing that ass, I placed my hands on her waist and helped her lower into the water. She was trembling like a fragile leaf, the sound of her teeth chattering made me want to kill someone. And I would, soon. Jonas was going to become intimately acquainted with a special type of pain, one that left you bloody and in pieces. Once she was fully seated in the water between my legs, I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pulled her back against my chest. Pressing my palm against her chest I felt the rapid beat of her heart, and watched the irregular rise and fall of her chest as she began to panic.

  “You don’t need to fear this, not with me. It’s him you fear, not the water.” While I held her tightly with one arm, I scooped a handful of water into my hand and poured it over her arm, which gripped the side of the tub with white knuckled strength. “See, just like when we went for a swim in the Bahamas. That was okay wasn’t it?”

  “No it wasn’t, but the shooting and explosions made it unavoidable.”

  I grinned into her neck. “Such fond memories,” I murmured as I poured another handful of water over her shoulder.

  Emily’s eyes followed my movements. Her body was still tense, and her heart still hammered beneath my palm. It was only a matter of lowering in an inch and I was cupping her perfect breast. I used to think of myself as a man who preferred big breasts, but Emily’s were a little on the small side and fit into my hands nicely. It was as if they were crafted for my hands alone. I pinched at her nipple, a little harder than some women might like it, but Emily’s quiet gasp was quickly followed with a moan and I knew this woman liked it. While one hand thumbed and teased her pert breast, the other continued to pour water over her skin until I finally felt her relax into my arms. “Lean forward so I can wash your back.” Somewhat hesitant to lose my touch, she sat forward a little. Her hands were back to clutching the sides of the tub, while I grabbed a loofa and squirted some soap onto it. Then I began rubbing the scarred skin on her back. Some of the scars were quite faint, a couple more prominent and puckered. It wasn’t a pretty sight knowing how they got there, but they didn’t bother me otherwise. My finger traced one of the more obvious scars. “I’m going to kill him for this,” I murmured.

  Emily glanced over her shoulder at me. “He’s mine,” she said without inflection in her voice. “It’s my body he put them on, it is my vengeance.”

  I exhaled loudly as I continued to wash her back. “When the time comes, if that’s what you want, I’ll give you that. When you take his life, I can’t guarantee the condition he will be in though. I need to extract my vengeance too.” Emily went silent as I continued to clean her arms, stomach, and legs before settling my hand into my new favorite place, between her thighs. I played with her labia finding the smooth texture hot as hell. Smooth pussies weren’t unusual, I’d seen plenty in my time, but for some reason Emily’s was like a beacon for my hands, mouth and cock. Emily’s hips began to move as I slipped two fingers inside her.
/>   “M.... Mой...” she moaned under my touch.

  I loved how the Russian word for ‘mine’ slipped out in these moments of passion. The word meant so much more now that she understood its meaning and continued to use it. I gave her hair a tug, not enough to hurt, but enough to bring her head back to my shoulder. “Yes, Malen’kaya?” I sucked on her neck hard, knowing it would leave a mark, wanting to leave a mark. It was a territorial and possessive thing to do, and I couldn’t stop the ingrained alpha dominance from taking over my mind and body. My hand continued to explore the soft petals of her core, carefully missing the little bundle of nerves that I knew demanded my attention.

  “Please stop teasing me,” she groaned.

  I chuckled into her shoulder. “This isn’t teasing, this is exploring exquisite terrain.” My dick was throbbing, demanding I take her. Somehow I managed to move my hand from between her legs and cup her equally exquisite breasts.

  “Mой, I need you inside me...please,” she begged so beautifully I simply couldn’t deny her any longer.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Malen’Kaya, hard and fast, just the way you like it...Stand up.” She rose to her feet and water ran down the contours of her body. She looked like a goddess. Stepping from the tub I reached for a towel, drying myself so quickly I was still mostly wet when I pulled her into my arms and began to rub the towel over her body. Figuring near dry enough was absolutely good enough, I led her back into my bedroom. With my hands on the warm flesh of her waist, I positioned her in front of the bed, leaving a tender kiss over the mark I’d left on her neck as I moved to my closet. Finding what I was looking for, I let the red silk glide through my fingers, my cock already rock hard at the thought of this smooth fabric against Emily’s skin. She eyed the red tie in my hand nervously as I approached slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. “Say no and we stop,” I murmured. “Just like the water,” pointing to the bathroom, “I will not hurt you.” Her nod was barely discernable. “I won’t tie it off, I’ll just wrap it around your wrists and you can hold it. If you want to be free, simply let go, okay.”

  For a brief moment I thought she was going to say no, and then, much to my pleasure, she presented her hands in front of me, her wrists crossed over each other. Restraints were one of my favorite bedtime predilections, but as I carefully wrapped the tie around Emily’s wrists, my heart thumped loud and heavy, my cock seeming to throb in time. If I weren’t carefully the slightest touch against my heavy dick would cause my load to simply blow. The blood red against her alabaster skin was a stark and beautiful contrast. With her wrists bound, I led encouraged her to lie on the bed. Stretched out and naked, I pulled her arms up over her head and threaded the tie through the slats of my bed’s headboard before returning it back into her palm. “You let go if you want to be free.”

  Her fist gripped the tie and I sat back on my haunches, admiring her beautiful body bound before me. “You are stunning, Malen’kaya, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” There were no lies on my tongue, this vision was one that would stay with more forever and I thanked whatever angel put this woman in my path. No other being could ever captivate me the way she did. With Emily I had the entire package, including the strong willed yet beautifully, submissive soul within. Leaning forward I pressed a kiss to the top of her breast, right over her heart. “Simply perfect.”

  Chapter 23

  EMILY

  My chest rose and fell fast, but I wasn’t afraid. Well, maybe a little, but my quick, heavy breathing was mostly out of anticipation. Between my thighs I was throbbing and wet, embarrassingly so, as I watched Braiden’s dark eyes peruse my body. When his heavy lidded gaze reached my legs, I parted them slightly and the breath that left his lips filled me with confidence. He kept whispering praise and compliments, which were an unfamiliar part of sex for me. The men I had previously been with might have worshipped my tight pussy or perfect tits, but they never told me how stunning or beautiful I was while gazing with such longing into my eyes. Not ever. Braiden began kissing my skin and he didn’t leave a place untouched. His skillful fingers explored my core all the while.

  “Hard and fast,” he finally whispered in my ear as he settled over me. Grabbing my knees he pulled my legs up over his shoulders. I watched as he stroked his cock a few times before positioning it at my entrance. His hips thrust forward, feeding his length into me with one long stroke. With my legs draped over his wide shoulders, his smooth chest glistening with water from the bath we had just stepped from, his head thrown back and eyes shut I don’t think I had ever seen anything more perfect. When that familiar dark gaze finally returned to mine, he pulled his cock out of me until only the tip remained, and then slammed forward hard. The force of his thrust caused me to shift on the bed. When he drew away again, my body gripped at his, demanding he stay buried inside me. Another powerful surge forward and Braiden quickly fell into a demanding rhythm. With my hands tethered above my head and legs propped over his shoulders, his hips driving into me, I was only able to lie back and feel the assault on my body. Braiden’s eyes left mine to watch my breasts, which bounced in time with his thrusts. His hand reached down between our bodies to rub my clit, and I was hurled into an intense orgasm in seconds. My skin tingled, my pussy clenched at his cock, and I cried out his name as my senses floated in a cloud of bliss. When I finally blinked the haze from my eyes, Braiden was still pumping vigorously into my body.

  “Fucking beautiful,” he whispered. He knelt back until his dick fell free from my body, then flipped me to my stomach. There was enough length on the silk tie around my wrists to allow the movement. “Press your head into the bed and bring that stunning ass up, Malen’kaya.”

  I obeyed, laying my head on the bed and turning my face to one side, lifting my knees so that my buttocks was high in the air. Braiden fed the length of his cock back into me and began thrusting with as much power and fury as he had done moments before. His hands palmed the globes of my ass, pinching and massaging with a little more force than necessary, but I loved it. I probably shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t ignore the thrill it gave me. The fact my body made him lose control like this was empowering. When his hand landed in a sharp slap on my ass, I yelped, unprepared for the sting.

  Braiden rubbed away the burn. “Em?” he asked without pausing.

  I knew he needed to know if I was okay. The fact that he cared filled my throat with emotion and my eyes with tears. Immediately his thrusts stopped and he leaned over my back, cradling my body. “Em, do you want me to stop?” His voice was low, his breath coming hard and fast.

  “No, please don’t stop,” I breathed. After a moment he pulled his cock out slowly and fed it back in. The sudden unhurried pace was torturous.

  “Did it bother you when I slapped you?” He was fucking me slowly, deliberately, and I could barely string coherent words together to answer him.

  “No, I liked it,” I confessed. Braiden didn’t resume to his wicked pace, instead he kept it slow as he kissed my shoulder, neck and back. My nipples were painfully hard, my core gripped at him and demanded another release. Finally his hand slipped between my legs and as he rubbed my clit as his hard thrusts resumed. It wasn’t fast, but it had the desired effect as I began to climb to the clouds of blissful abandon again.

  “Oh, oh my God,” I groaned as I found my second orgasm. Braiden’s fingers never left my clit as his thrusts became clumsy for a moment and he roared his own release. My legs trembled and finally gave out and Braiden followed me down. His chest was slick with sweat and pressed against my back. His weight over me wasn’t threatening at all, it made me feel safe. He reached up and encouraged my hand open so that I released the tie. He then rubbed my wrists and arms to help the blood to flow back through the aching extremities, before rolling off me and bringing me into his arms. He was spooned behind me, his softening cock still buried inside me.

  “Let’s take a nap together,” he whispered in my ear.

  He would get no argument from me, my bod
y was spent. Braiden was insatiable and his need for me filled me with happiness. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I felt lighter and freer than I had ever been. The ache and pain that lived within me seemed less, my fears were not gone but they were not dominating me. No, it was Braiden Montgomery that was dominating me, and I found myself more than willing to offer him my submission. This was different to Jonas, this was my choice which ultimately meant I was in charge. With that knowledge settled into my heart, I reached under the pillow where I had shoved the mantra Braiden had written for me on his yacht in the Bahamas. Not a night went by where it wasn’t close by. The piece of paper was tattered and torn, but it didn’t matter, I had memorized every word. And more importantly, I believed them. Braiden gave me a questioning look. Without hesitation, I scrunched up the piece of paper and threw it to the ground. Without saying a word, I rolled over and wrapped my arms around Braiden. He pulled me closer and I sighed deeply as my body relaxed. This man had saved me from Jonas in more ways than I could comprehend. He freed me, and in doing so, he captured my heart.

  ***

  I woke to the sound of gun fire. At least, I thought that’s what it was. From a deep and soundless sleep beside Braiden’s warm body, the sound of shattering glass and loud pops woke brought me back to life sharply. Braiden had already lunged from the bed and was climbing into pants that sat close by. He made me stack a pile of clothes and shoes right beside the bed every night. I thought he was taking the Boy Scout, be prepared motto just a little too far. But now, as I scrambled into my clothes, I was pretty darn happy he made me do it. The room was in darkness, night had already fallen and I marveled at the long nightmare free sleep I had managed. Pulling on my shoes I quickly tied the shoelaces as Braiden strapped weapons to his body, as efficient, if not more so, than any soldier. My shoelace had only just pulled taught when he grabbed me by the elbow and dragged me across the room.