Page 38 of Brutal Mercy

She’s breathtaking.

And I’m having a difficult time focusing on anything except her whenever she’s nearby. Being with her yesterday, taking her virginity, making her mine in truth, shifted things inside me. Yes, I married her as a reason to start the war. But I don’t regret it. And the longer I’m in her company, the more I want to be with her.

And I vow when the storm has passed and the war is won, I will take her on a honeymoon. Somewhere tropical where she can run around in a bikini. The thought of Luna in a skimpy, barely there bikini with her sun-kissed skin on display has me shifting in my seat.

“It will. Because we have a chief rule among the Mafia families in this city. We don’t harm women and children from other crime families. It is a line we do not cross.”

Luna digests this bit of news with a nod of understanding. “How soon will you know where my sister is? The seventy-two-hour window is up. How can you be sure Diego won’t have Lyla transported out of the country? How can you be sure I’ll see her again?”

“Athena, can you give me some time with my wife?” Staring at my sister, I flick my eyes toward the door. Because there are things I want to say that are for her ears alone.

Athena knows me well enough not to argue. She takes the file and rises. “Sure. I’ll update you later with the chatter I’m hearing on the gossip sites.”

“Very good.” But I don’t pay attention to my sister as she quietly closes the door behind her exit. My focus is strictly on my wife. And the need to reassure her. She’s young and inexperienced in the ways of the criminal underworld. It’s one of the things that attracts me.

“Luna, I know I’m asking a lot of you and that your world has been turned upside down. All I’m asking is that you continue to extend that trust to me. My men are working around the clock to get the location of where Diego is holding Lyla. And I swear to you we will get her back.”

“I do trust you. I’m just so worried about her. She feels things differently. And I admit I’ve babied her.”

“I’m sure you’ve taught her all the skills she’s going to need to survive this ordeal. And she will survive it. You have my word, which is something I don’t extend to most people,” I say. Striding to my office door, I flip the lock.

I prowl her way. While I gave her time to recover last night and couldn’t bring myself to wake her this morning, my patience is at an end. I need her.

And she’s so fucking beautiful with a body that was meant for mine. She fits me. On the trek back to my desk, I scoop her out of her seat and cart her to my desk.

“What are you doing?” she sputters as I plunk her ass on my desk.

Without a care for the paperwork or anything else but getting her naked, I yank the sweater off. She’s wearing one of Athena’s bras. A lacey pink number. But Luna has bigger tits. The ripe globes are fucking spilling out over the top of the thing.

At the erotic sight, I groan. Damn, but my cock is hard enough to cut glass. “I haven’t eaten my wife’s pussy yet today. And I’m famished for a taste.”

Undoing the bra, I fill my hands with her generous tits. I lean down and suck one of the pert buds into my mouth. She slides her hands into my hair. Her fingers grip tight and hold me against her breast like an offering. I suction hard. My need is ravenous. She engages all my senses. I want to spend hours worshipping her gorgeous body. I want to spend days doing nothing but fucking her until my cock is too sore to even take a piss.

And I gently lower her torso onto my desk. Where I feast upon her tits and grind my hips against her apex. We’ve got too many clothes between us.

“Hades.” She gasps as I bite a turgid bud and palm her pussy through the leggings. Heat pumps off her cunt and has me growling.

Releasing her nipple with a pop, I murmur, “That’s right. I’m going to eat this pretty cunt and then fuck it.”

She whimpers and blushes sweetly. But there’s a naughty vixen beneath the blushes. She wants me to defile her. It’s right there in her eyes. She likes the thought of being bad, of having me exact every depraved fantasy I’ve ever had on her killer body.

That’s what I learned when I took her virginity yesterday.

She’s simply been waiting for the right man to unleash the bad girl inside her. And I’m the man to do it.

I take her mouth in a torrid kiss. Her tongue darts between my lips, and I groan. She tastes sweeter than honey and twice as potent as a shot of whiskey. I want to kiss her forever.

The thought that it could have been Diego Alvarez who took her virginity makes me insane. It calls forth my wrath and the corruption in my soul that won’t blink or cry over taking him out. I will end that motherfucker for thinking he could put a hand on her for any reason.

It doesn’t matter whether he willingly hands over Luna’s sister or not. He’s a walking dead man. And I’ll make it fucking painful. He’ll wish he was never born by the time I’m through.

When I raise my mouth, her kiss-swollen lips are parted, and the passion in her glazed eyes sends me to my knees.

She’s the only person I have ever willingly gone to my knees for. And I will do it every day for the rest of our lives. Luna is my moon goddess and I am the ocean, constantly trying to reach for her glorious light. Because with her light shining upon the darkened abyss of my soul, I feel my salvation at hand.

Pressing a languid kiss against her flat belly, I drag the leggings and panties down her long legs.

Fuck, she’s a goddamn vision. Hunger pulses through me, and I kiss my way up her toned inner thighs.

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