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

by Kirsty Dallas

  “Three laps and winner gets to wear this.” I ran my fingers down the length of the tie. Braiden raised a brow.

  “Feeling confident are we, Malen’kaya? You haven’t beaten me yet.”

  I shrugged. I’d been practicing with Eli. Forza Motorsport 5 was our new favorite Xbox game, but Braiden didn’t need to know that. He pushed himself up from his desk and followed me to the living room. I handed him a remote, and when I went to sit down beside him, he pulled me into his lap instead.

  “You going to try and distract me?” I asked with mock annoyance.

  He kissed my neck. “House rules, last person to win gets a beautiful blue eyed girl in his lap for the next race.”

  A small smile cracked through, something I was doing more and more these days.

  The feeling wasn’t so foreign anymore and it was getting easier to let the gesture settle on my lips. The game started and was touch and go for a while. But then Braiden blew a breath of air in my ear and distracted me, causing my beautiful red Ferrari to spin out of control. Once the game was over, and I had officially lost, even if Braiden had cheated, and the tie was carefully slipped from my neck. Braiden tied it around my wrists and used it to tug me forwards. We didn’t head for the bedroom though. Instead, Braiden guided me out of the house, around the pool, which I eyed nervously, and to the small guest house in the back of the property.

  Braiden took a key from his pocket and glanced at me. “If this makes you uncomfortable, you are to tell me immediately, Em. Say no and we stop.”

  I instantly became wary. Braiden had an uncanny ability of forcing me to face my fears, and while I loved that about him, I wasn’t sure if facing fears was what I wanted right now. The door swung open and I peered around Braiden’s shoulders. Not liking surprises, I needed to see what he had hidden in there. My heart skipped a beat, and my breathing hitched. Not out of fear though, but burning desire. The room beyond was different from others I had been in. Strolling through the doorway, Braiden brushed past me, his warmth a delicious tease as he began flicking on lamps, illuminating the room in a soft glow. The carpet was a rich red, and the walls were white. A large canopied bed sat to one side, a sturdy wooden chest at the foot of it. A mahogany padded bench equipped with a spreader bar was in plain sight. A couple of hooks hung from one wall and also from the ceiling beside the bed. A padded Versa Horse was on the other side of the room beside a wall adorned with paddles and floggers. The room seemed so light and innocuous in comparison to other bondage rooms I had been witness to.

  Braiden ran a hand nervously through his hair. “I haven’t used this space before. I didn’t think I would ever find someone who might want to use it with me, and I understand if you don’t want to.” He watched me carefully, his dark eyes sincere. “I meant it when I said I could be whatever you need me to be, Em. This will all be gone tomorrow if you want. I’ll take you anyway I can get you.”

  I ran my still tethered hands over the flowing red chiffon curtain that fell around the bed. It looked dreamy and wistful, not at all like the dungeons Jonas and his clients preferred. Some of the things in this room made me nervous, but some made me horny as hell.

  “What would you do to me in here?” I found myself asking as I continued to explore the room.

  “Anything you wished me to do, Malen’kaya. But pleasure only, no pain.”

  Turning to face him, I knew I wouldn’t find comfort in exposing this side of myself to anyone other than him. I trusted Braiden with everything—with my heart, my soul and my body.

  “I want you here like this. I trust you,” I murmured.

  Braiden’s eyes closed for a moment as if savoring my words. When they opened, the hard, arrogant determination of one very dominant male was in place. He shut and locked the door and strolled towards me.

  “Say no if you need to,” he murmured, running a finger down my cheek. “We’ll go slow. One day at a time, Malen’kaya.”

  He reached for the length of tie that hung from my wrists and tugged my hands up. Kissing me hard he pressed me backwards, and I moved with him until my back was against the cool wall. Breaking the kiss, Braiden took my wrists and secured the tie to a sturdy hook on wall above me. I wiggled my hands and realized I was caught now, unable to move my arms, but my feet were firmly planted on the ground. And even though my heart jumped a little at the thought of being restrained, I trusted Braiden.

  He slowly unbuttoned the dress shirt I was wearing, his eyes never leaving mine, letting me know I was safe. Finally, he pushed the shirt open and exposed my breasts. With slightly calloused hands, Braiden rubbed his fingers over my nipples before leaning forward to suck one deep in his mouth. I groaned at the feeling of his tongue flicking over my nipple and arched my back, giving him more of me, demanding he take more of me. Dropping to his knees Braiden wasted no time in pressing his mouth against my pussy. He licked my core, sucking my clit into his mouth while pulling my hips to his face. He ate me with his warm wet lips, sending me right to the brink of orgasm. Before I could topple over though, he pulled away, and I growled with frustration. He slapped my thigh as he stood and began peeling away his clothes, far too slowly for my liking. Once naked, Braiden began to stroke himself. I couldn’t look away, didn’t want to look away. The sight of him pleasuring himself in front of me was erotic as hell.

  “You like this?” he murmured. I nodded, my eyes glued to his hand as he stroked himself. “Maybe next time I will jerk off while I watch you fuck yourself with those clever little fingers, and I’ll come on your beautiful breasts.” His words were making my pussy throb. Finally, Braiden gripped my legs and encouraged me to wrap them around his waist. Suspended by the hook, my legs wrapped around him. Braiden positioned his dick at my entrance and thrust deeply. One hand slammed down on the wall beside me and his head fell to my shoulder.

  “So perfect, every-fucking-time,” he growled.

  Drawing his hips away, he thrust into me again, hard and fast just the way I liked it. He moved his head away so we could both watch our bodies join. Braiden’s cock glistened as it drew away and then quickly disappeared back inside of me. He moved slightly, positioning himself at an angle, which reached deeper in my body. My head lolled back against the wall as he pumped me into. His hands cupped my breasts, squeezing them, rolling them until his mouth replaced his fingers. My orgasm wasn’t creeping up on me, it was rolling towards me with the speed and power of a freight train. Braiden suckled on my breasts, the globes of my ass caught in his hands as he pushed my ass cheeks closed with every withdrawal from my body. My hips rocked towards him, needing his raw powerful body deeper, harder.

  “You are so hot and wet, Malen’kaya,” he whispered, his lips now at my ear. “Do you have any idea how fucking incredible you feel?”

  If it was anything how he felt inside me, then I could honestly say ‘yes’. My body began shake, and my core clenched at him as my orgasm built.

  “Not yet, Em, wait for me.”

  I almost laughed, there was no way my orgasm could wait. “You better hurry then,” I whispered.

  Braiden’s eyes latched on to mine with wicked promise, and his thrusts slowed, chasing away the orgasm that had been building so quickly.

  “No,” I groaned, lifting my hips in an attempt to get the pressure my body was aching for.

  “What did you say?” he growled in my ear.

  “Please, Mой, fuck me hard. I won’t come without you, I promise.”

  Braiden’s lips nuzzled my neck. “How can I deny such pretty words,” he chuckled, slamming into me hard again.

  The familiar feeling of tightness consumed my body as my orgasm teetered. Oh God, I hoped he was close because I was going to topple. I wanted to so badly I was whimpering mindlessly with need.

  “Come, Malen’kaya,” he finally growled.

  I screamed as I embraced the orgasm that had been withheld from me. Braiden growled his own release and we were left panting hard against the wall, my ass still cupped in Braiden’s hand a
s he carefully held my weight. I barely noticed him loosen the tie at my wrists, and my arms collapsed around his neck.

  “Are you okay?” he whispered, still holding me pinned against the wall.

  “I just had a great orgasm, why wouldn’t I be?”

  Braiden chuckled as he looked into my eyes. He was such a beautiful man, sensual and powerful. I could hardly believe he was mine. His eyes twinkled with humor, his crooked grin carefree and easy. My eyes dropped to his chest, to the scar right by his heart. The sight of it took my breath away, reminding me how I nearly lost him. My fingers brushed the scar, but Braiden quickly drew them away, kissing my fingertips.

  “That’s just a reminder that we should be doing this every chance we get,” he said, smirking.

  I arched a brow. “Really?”

  He nodded, kissing me with all the dominance and arrogance he could muster. “Yep, so give me ten minutes, and let’s go again.” He carried me to the bed and threw me down. “This time though I’m going to fuck those beautiful lips while I eat your pussy.” My nipples immediately responded as did the throbbing between my thighs. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life loving you, Malen’kaya. In every position, in every house, in every room, and in every country we end up in.”

  I smiled at the thought. “You promise?”

  “I do,” he whispered as he pressed the weight of his body to mine. “For as long as you’ll have me.”

  I ran my finger down his stubble jaw, he hadn’t shaved this morning and the careless look was hot as hell. And he was mine, all mine, mой. Braiden’s body was hard and warm on top of me, caging me, and it was safe, protective and loving.

  “Then I think I shall have you forever, Mой,” I whispered.

  Braiden’s answering smile was full of love, and just a little bit of wickedness. “Your ten minutes are up,” he growled, before kissing the ever-loving heck out of me. “Hang on tight.”

  My smile was easy and it was real. Braiden had done that for me, helped me find a smile I thought forever lost, and mend a soul I thought forever broken. “Always,” I breathed as he began to show me how a real man loves his woman.

  The End

  Sometimes the chains that prevent us from being free are just as much mental as they are physical...

  More Reads by Kirsty

  Saving Ella – Mercy’s Angels Book 1

  Fighting Back – Mercy’s Angels Book 2

  Tortured Soul – Mercy’s Angels Book 3

  Mother’s Love – Mercy’s Angels Book 4

  Losing Lola – Mercy’s Angels Book 5 (coming 2017)

  Breeze of Life

  Decker’s Wood – Kink Harder Presents Book 1

  Bradley’s Whistle – Kink Harder Presents Book 2

  Violet Addiction

  When Nothing Is All You’ve Got

  Stupid Love (coming 2017)

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