Page 24 of No Mercy

“Don’t you believe in knocking?” I asked, aware that my heart had started to race. My hair was a dripping mess and I pushed it out of my face. “What if I’d been, ah, using the toilet?”

He only laughed. “I heard the shower running. I don’t knock in my own home, and don’t think locking a door will keep me out, either.”

I pressed my lips. “You forced me to come here, the least you can do is give me some space and honor my requests.”

His expression turned stormy, and he stepped further into the room. “First, I didn’t force you to come here, babe. All I wanted was my son.” His comment shouldn’t have hurt, but it did. “Second, your requests are fucking rules, and I don’t follow rules, I make them. I gave you a room, if you want space then stay the hell in there.”

My jaw dropped, and then anger followed. I wasn’t a child, and Rock had no right speaking to me like I was one. If I hadn’t been standing there completely naked and dripping I would have flown at him. I was shaking with indignation. I wanted to hurt him the way his comment about only wanting Sam to be here had hurt me, but before I could come up with an appropriate jab my mouth was getting me into the usual trouble.

“You know what, Rock, fuck you! As soon as I can get my own place I’m moving out and taking Sam with me. We can arrange visitation like divorced parents do with children.” I should have insisted on that in the first place. “That way we don’t have to worry about giving each other space or respecting boundaries.”

“The hell you will,” he snarled right back. “You wanted your own bedroom, I gave it to you. You don’t want to fuck, fine. But Sam stays right here, and if the only way to accomplish that is for you to live here too, than that’s the way it will be. Besides, I won’t be here that much. I stay at the club most of the time.”

“Where there’s easy pussy?” God, why had I said that out loud? It made me sound jealous.

“You can’t have it both ways, babe.” I wanted to slap the knowing smirk right off his face. “You don’t want to put out, I have to get it somewhere.”

I snorted. “As if you’d remain faithful if I did.”

Rock slammed the door behind him and stormed toward me. Before I knew it my back was against the cold tile wall and he was on top of me. “When we were together I was faithful, Allie.” My breath caught at the closeness of him, and the next thing I knew my hands were above my head and the towel had slipped to the floor. “You think I wouldn’t be again? Pussy is pussy.” He lowered his face closer to whisper the words, “You’re what made it different, babe. No one’s pussy hugs my dick like yours does. You’re the only woman who’s taken all of me and still demanded more.”

I strained against his hold but couldn’t budge him. Our eyes blazed into each other, held captive by the emotions controlling us. I could smell the whisky on his warm breath as it mingled with mine. I stuck my tongue out to wet my bottom lip, realizing it wouldn’t take much for me to reach out and lick his. That thought sent a firestorm of need through me, and I watched as Rock’s gaze dropped to my mouth. If he kissed me I’d be lost.

We both knew the power he wielded over me.

What made me weak in the knees.

I hated him for it.

“Don’t,” I whispered as he closed in slowly.

I saw the slightest twitch on his lips before he smashed his mouth against mine. Damn him! I wanted to fight him. Wildfire exploded inside me, threatening to consume me. His big, hard body crushed me against the unyielding wall, crushing my breasts and all but stealing my breath. His one hand easily held me captive above my head, while his other touched me all over. The roughness of his hand, the calluses, only stimulated my flesh into wanting so much more.

I heard a moan and realized that it was mine. His answering groan vibrated through me, echoing off the tiled walls. His mouth was devouring mine, tasting and biting at my tongue and lips until they began to swell and tingle. I rocked my hips into his, feeling the hunger in his bowed cock. God, I wanted him inside me. Why was I so weak against him? Men had tried and failed over the years to get me to this level, and yet he did it so easily, without half trying, it seemed.

Something must be wrong with me. It had to be my fault that I couldn’t resist him. I wanted to hate him, but that thought left my head the moment he touched me. As he ground his hard cock into my belly his hand squeezed and tortured my breasts until they were full and achy with need, my nipples painfully erect. I bit down on his bottom lip, but all he did was growl with approval and grind harder into me.

Finally I turned my face from him. “Rock−” I was out of breath, my whole body flushed with heat and need. “Sam−”

“Is watching his shows downstairs,” he rasped, putting his mouth against my neck. His hand smoothed down the side of my body, and then inched its way between us to my pussy. “I need to feel how hot and wet you are.”

I clamped my teeth into my bottom lip to keep from crying out when his finger flicked up and down the seam of my folds. God, that felt good! His mouth closed over my flesh at the same time that he penetrated me, his finger running along my labia. I jerked violently when he flicked my clit and I could feel his smile against my neck. I didn’t care. I was beyond caring. I spread my legs to give him easier access.

His finger entered me, going deep. I groaned loudly, moving my hips. Rock licked his way back to my lips, biting at them gently. All the while he ground his cock against me, keeping the fires burning.

“That feel good, baby?” he rasped against my mouth. He added another finger, hooking them inside me, and scraping over my G-spot. My legs quivered weakly.

I nodded. “Yes!”

Rock continued to nip at my mouth, using his teeth and tongue. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, pulling back and letting it slip out with a pop. “Fuck, baby, I want to slip my dick inside you and pound you until you can’t walk.” His words sent a thrill down my spine. As violent as they sounded, I knew only pleasure would follow. Rock had always made sure of that. “I want to feel your tight pussy squeezing my dick and milking me dry.”

Oh, God! I was going to climax. His filthy mouth had always managed to get to me. I closed my eyes, shamelessly chasing my orgasm, moving my hips as his fingers stroked me. I could hear my breathing over his, feel my heart pounding wildly, and just when I felt the rush climbing up the side toward the peak of no going back, Rock pulled his fingers from me and his hand away.

My eyes flew open with disbelief. Even though his face was darkly flushed and there was no denying the arousal present, I wasn’t prepared for the smirk of satisfaction in his slightly amused eyes.

“Too bad you took sex off the table, babe,” he said in a maddening tone that made me want to scream and lash out at him. “Good thing I remembered that before this went too far.” He released my wrists and stepped back. I was glued to the wall, breathing heavily and too stunned to speak. I watched him reach down and rub his hand over his hard-on. “Guess I’ll be seeing one of the club girls tonight.”

Damn him, his words hurt. The thought of Rock with a club girl was like a knife to my heart. He’d gotten me all worked up for nothing, only to make a point by showing me that I still wanted him, and that my stupid demands about having my own bedroom and no sex between us was going to backfire on me. The prick! I did want him, but I wanted to take things slowly, unlike the first time around, when I’d practically forced him to take my virginity.

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