Page 32 of Brutal Mercy

“What are you doing?” she whispers, her voice thick with lust. She likes me looking at her as much as I like looking at her.

I finally lift my gaze. “Admiring my wife’s pussy. I can’t wait to taste you and run my tongue over your clit, making it swell from my attention until you’re writhing and begging me to fuck you. Now sit. I’ll give you some privacy this time. But so help me, Luna, if you try to stand on your own, I’ll spank that pretty ass of yours until it's ruby red, and you won’t sit pretty for a week.”

She blushes at my dirty talk, and her nipples poke at the fabric of my shirt. She likes the dirty talk. What else might she like? It thrills me that I’ll be the man to uncover all her kinks. It goes to my head like a shot of whiskey.

“Okay. Now I really need to pee.”

A perverse part of me wants to stay and watch her again. Not because I have a golden shower kink, but because my new bride fascinates me with her shy blushes, stubborn resolve, hyper-independence, and gorgeous body.

I stand outside the door while I wait. This way I’ll hear her when she calls my name.

“Hades.” The sound of her sweet voice has sparks firing in my veins.

I head back inside and help her wash her hands before carrying her back into the bedroom. “If there’s anything you want to change in our bedroom or the house, for that matter, let me know. Anything that’s not to your liking, we can change. We’ll do a full tour once you’re feeling better.”

“What’s wrong with the way you have it now?” She frowns, confusion clouding her gaze.

“Nothing, but it’s no longer only my room. My men brought everything from your house worth salvaging. So we have your clothes in boxes down in storage. But I think we should order some clothes and other things for you, toiletries and the like.”

“But I have clothes. You don’t have to buy my stuff. That’s not why I married you.”

Could she be any more adorable? I know what her financial state is and that she could use an influx of cash. But there’s no lie in her eyes when she says she didn’t marry me for my money. And it makes me want to spoil her even more. “You married me to save your sister. Is there any other reason?”

She blushes furiously. I love that she can’t hide her expressions from me. If she has a thought, she wears it on her face. And there’s this embarrassed glimmer in her hazel eyes. Fuck me, but she did marry me for another reason.

I’m rabidly curious.

“There is, isn’t there? Tell me.” I lower her onto the edge of the bed. My hands caress her back, thrilled over the way she arches into my touch. She’s like a kitten. And I want to make her purr.

“I like the way you look at me. And there’s this chemistry between us. It’s something I’ve never felt before. You’re the first man I’ve really ever wanted.”

Her breathy admission drops a bomb on my need.

I must taste her. My mouth waters. And my dick lengthens, pressing against my slacks, eager to sink into her.

I push her shoulders backward toward the mattress until she’s lying on her back, staring up at me with her legs dangling over the edge. The position will be perfect for what I have in mind. I’ll reward her honesty and finally have her taste on my tongue.

Knowing she wants me every bit as much as I want her is a match being tossed onto a powder keg. I won’t fuck her yet, much to my dick’s disappointment. But I can no longer refrain from tasting her, any more than I could turn her away when she ran to me.

“What are you doing?” she asks with a confused frown.

God, is she seriously this innocent? It makes me want to defile her.

“Lie back and lift your shirt.” Her eyes widen into saucers at my growled demand. And it takes her a minute to follow my directions. It’s something we will work on. Because I must dominate in the bedroom. But I don’t chastise her because I spy the nerves in her eyes. I inhale a steadying breath, gathering my control. It’s up to me to introduce her to pleasure and not scare her.

Luna grips the hem of her shirt, drawing it up her torso and revealing those plump tits. She bites her bottom lip and keeps her gaze fixated on me.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, wife.” I stroke my fingers down over her torso, marveling over her smooth skin, tweaking her nipples until they bead into hard points. Dragging my fingertips over her flat belly, I feel her quiver beneath me.

Fuck, I can’t wait any longer.

Kneeling on the floor, I hook my fingers around her panties and drag them down her mile-long legs. The skin beneath my fingers is softer than cashmere. I’m dumbfounded that this woman is mine, that she remains untouched. I ache to corrupt her. After everything I’ve seen and done, I didn’t think it was possible for me to be this obsessed with someone so pure.

And then I spread her thighs, holding them wide, and stare at her succulent cunt. It’s like pink flower petals with dew on them, just for me.

Only for me.

No one else will ever touch her but me.

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