Page 59 of Brutal Mercy

“What happens next?” He trails his fingertips up my legs, parting them.

“And then you use your fingers to prepare my pussy to take your cock.” Would he really do it just because it’s my fantasy?

Gliding them to my apex, he spreads my legs wide. Hades thrusts two fingers inside me. I whimper while he pumps his fingers in and out slowly, making sure I feel every thrust.

“Like this?” he murmurs.

“Yes.” I shake my head, unable to do more than that. My body is on fire. He touches me, and I am his to command. I don’t understand the way my body reacts to him. When Diego made advances, I was repulsed. But with Hades, I cannot get enough.

“What else happened in this fantasy of yours?” He watches my face like a hawk. Studying every expression, every movement, ready to pounce and capture his prey.

Shivers erupt along my spine because I am the prey.

I whimper. “You pull the top of my negligee down, exposing my breasts, and then suck on them.”

His eyes grow heavy, lust pulsing in his blue gaze. “And then what do I do?”

“You roll onto your back and have me ride you?” Throughout the evening, I thought of little else. Nights are fast becoming my favorite part of the day. And that hasn’t always been the case.

With his fingers pumping inside me, he drags the straps down until my breasts spill out and latches his mouth to one pert bud. My hands thread into his hair, holding him prisoner. Everything he does sets my being ablaze.

I rock my hips, taking his fingers deep. Mewls pour from my lips. “One of these days, husband, I want us to spend the whole day in bed together. No work. No responsibilities. Just us and this.”

He growls and releases my nipple. “The moment the cartel is dust, I swear I will make it happen.”

I smile because I know when he gives his word, he follows through. “I can’t wait.”

My words turn into a ferocious moan as he decimates my pussy with his fingers, plunging deep, rubbing at the bundle of nerves inside me, and I gyrate my hips. He possesses me. Turns me inside out with each thrust.

My orgasm surprises me.

One moment, I’m rocking my hips, and the next, it’s like he’s expelling a demon from my body as I come. He nips my breast. The slice of pain rockets me higher. And he doesn’t stop pumping his fingers until my body goes limp.

He shifts until his face is between my thighs. “You forgot one caveat in that fantasy, wife?”

“Did I?” I lift a brow, my body floating in afterglow.

“Yep. Because I haven’t tasted this sweet pussy yet and need to.”

“But you did this moooorrrrning.” Pleasure slices through as he latches his mouth to my pussy.

Gripping my thighs hard, he goes after my cream like it’s the elixir of life. My brain can’t compute the level of ecstasy continuing to bombard my body and stops trying. All I can do is feel the waves of bliss. Until my world revolves around Hades’s head between my thighs.

I glance down my body and suck in a ragged breath. The feral look in his eyes curls through me. It’s liberally laced with possession and dark desire.

And it’s more than my body can take. He plunges his tongue inside me, fucking me with it. I thread my fingers through his silvering hair and grind my crotch in his face. I should be ashamed of how depraved it is, but I am discovering just how wicked I am. And our desires align.

When I first agreed to marry him, I thought it was a way out of my predicament. It meant I didn’t have to turn myself over to Diego Alvarez. It meant I didn’t have to worry about money ever again. It meant I got to rest and not work my fingers to the damn bone.

But I never expected I would enjoy being married to him. I never thought his care and concern would touch parts of myself I closed off.

“Thank you for marrying me,” I sob as the pleasure spirals higher.

Because I feel like Alice who followed the white rabbit. Only there’s no red queen. There’s only a king. And he makes me feel priceless.

He lifts his mouth and crawls up my body, slamming his lips over mine in the hottest, most demanding, oh my god, my toes curl and my entire body throbs in response to his mouth on me, kiss.

He grinds his hips, his firm shaft rubbing through my drenched pussy.

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