Page 39 of Brutal Mercy

“Once your sister is safe and the cartel has been dealt with, I’m taking you on a honeymoon. And we won’t leave our room for days while I worship this pussy.” With my thumbs, I spread her labia and stare at her pink pearl. I’m ravenous for a taste. Her pussy beckons my mouth.

I descend upon her pussy like the wrath of god, sparing no mercy. Latching my lips onto her clit, I suction the bud into my mouth. Pleasure bows her back.

“Oh god, Hades,” she cries out.

“I’m the furthest thing from god, wife. I’m the devil incarnate.”

She glances down her body at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “Then show me how incredible hell can be, husband.”

It’s the second time she’s called me that. And her words are a lust bomb dropped on my system.

With a voracious snarl, I feast on her cunt. Lapping at her cream as if it is a life-sustaining serum, I gorge. She tastes sweeter than honey. And I keep my gaze on her gorgeous body while she writhes with passion contorting her face. Her gorgeous tits jiggle as she thrashes with ecstasy. She grips my hair so hard she’s almost tearing it from my scalp. But she can take it all. Because I will never forget the sight of her hips undulating while I fuck her channel with my greedy tongue.

My cock pulses in my slacks.

Her mewls grow louder in strength and tenor. But I don’t care if my people hear us, hear the pleasure I’m giving my wife. It will send a message to my people and will spread through the underworld.

The King of Torture has taken a bride, and woe to any man who tries to lay a finger on what is mine.

Our union might have begun to take Alvarez and his entire bloody operation down. But we’ve moved past this being a marriage of convenience with startling ease. And our relationship is on track to be the real deal. Any lingering doubts flee under Luna’s emphatic cries of ecstasy. This is what I was created for, to give this woman pleasure. All the women I’ve fucked, all the bedroom experiences I’ve had, were all preparation and training so I could worship her body. The truth strikes through the heart of me, and I lash her clit faster, loving the way her moans echo in the office.

Because she’s mine. Luna was always meant to be mine. And I will fight anyone to keep her.

I stir two fingers against her entrance and lift my mouth. I need to watch as I spear her cunt with them. Pressing them inside, her pussy ripples, clenching around the digits and I hiss.

“Fuck, look at you, taking my fingers in this pretty cunt like a good girl.”

She bites her bottom lip, whimpering as I pump them in and out. My mouth waters at the sight of her juices coating my digits. And I need to be inside her. I thought I could wait and make her come with my mouth first. But fuck, I’m about to come in my pants.

With a final flick at her clit, I withdraw my fingers and rise. My hands are on my slacks as I straighten to my full height with her legs spread wide.

I’m going to remember the way she looks right now every time I sit at my desk. And I’m going to be hard-pressed to focus with all the fucking hard-ons. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

She licks her lips as I unzip my pants and shove them down to my thighs, freeing my dick.

“See something you like?” I arch a brow as I remove my shirt and tie. Wanting as little as possible between us.

“Yes.” She reaches for me and circles my dick with her slender fingers.

I groan. “Fuck, just like that, babe.”

She rubs her cunt with my dick, the head gliding through her slick folds with ease. Her pussy is drenched, and she fits my crown against her entrance and slides the head inside her.

I stare at where we’re connected. With just the head of my cock spearing her pussy. Her pretty pink folds trying to draw me deeper into her slick heat.

With a primal snarl, I knock her hand out of the way, grip her hips, and plow home, feeding my shaft inside her channel until I’m balls deep.

Buried deep, her pussy ripples around my shaft, squeezing me tight. Ecstasy sizzles along my spine.

Withdrawing until only the tip remains, I keep my eyes focused on where we’re joined and brutally drive inside her. My thrust bows her back. She throatily moans. Her hands scrabble for purchase on the desk, knocking files off onto the floor. But I don’t give a fuck about any of it.

The only thing I care about is fucking my pretty wife and making her scream in ecstasy.

Holding her hips steady, I begin my assault, gliding deep with voracious thrusts that have her tits bouncing. Pleasure transforms her features. She stares at me like I’m her god. And it fuels my desire to give her even more pleasure.

I want to make her crave me, make her addicted to my cock. Until she can’t go a day without me inside her.

“Please,” she whimpers, thrashing in ecstasy.

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