Page 138 of Penance

Have I ever heard Mercy truly angry before?

“Please,” she begs. “Draco,please!Please, please, please.”

The irony of her begging for her own corruption feeds something dark within me. I dive back in, finding her clit and working it with my tongue softly, and then harder, and I can feelher desire running down my chin and dripping onto the floor. My fingers find her entrance and slide inside again, and I work them against the spot that’s so easy for me to find.

She gasps, and I hear her skull rap against the countertop when she tosses her head back. Her fingers find the edge and grip hard, and I watch as her knuckles fade to white, and her hands shake.

I increase my pace again, driving into her hard, faster, until she’s shaking. My free hand finds her throat, applying just enough pressure to restrict her breathing—another layer of control, another sign of dominance.

I pull away from her, but increase the movement of my fingers, pushing hard just behind her pelvic bone.

“Now,” I growl. “Cum for me now, Mercy.”

Her body obeys instantly, contracting around me as she cries out, the sound raw and primal. I capture it with my mouth, consuming her pleasure as if it’s my last drink as a man lost in the desert. She soaks my mouth and chin, her cum dripping down onto the front of my suit and down onto the perfectly waxed tile.

Stunning.

I stand and pull her up, wrapping her around my waist, and Mercy collapses against me, trembling with aftershocks. I hold her against me, feeling her heart racing, her breathing ragged.

“Look at that,” I soothe her, running my fingers through her hair. “But I’m not done with you yet.

I carry her to the bedroom, feeling her limp body in my arms. It’s two flights of polished stairs, but she’s a tiny thing. I lay her down on the clean sheets, watching as her eyes take in every inch of the room.

I think she’ll be at home here once I’ve molded her into the perfect creature that I know she can be.

I crawl over her, my body covering hers. My erection presses against her thigh, desperate for release. Even if it’s only been a couple of hours since I filled her little ass, I can’t wait to be inside her again. Reaching down, I pull open my belt with one hand, the other sliding into the back of her hair and gripping at the roots, forcing her to look into my eyes.

When my dick springs free, I don’t waste any time in claiming her, sliding into her in one fluid movement.

She’s still so fucking wet for me.

She moans softly beneath me. Her hands reach up and grab onto the headboard, digging in as she braces herself.

Good girl.

Such a good fucking girl. She’s already perfect for me.

Mercy’s body was a temple, and I was the only one to hold the keys.

I start moving inside of her, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of her tight walls closing around me.

Her eyes lock onto mine, begging for something more as I thrust deeper, reaching places within her that she never knew existed.

No one else will ever fuck her like this, and I’ll make sure of it.

I’ll kill anyone that tries.

Her moans grow louder with each rough slap of my hips against hers, and I can feel my balls clench in response.

I hold her hips, guiding my thrusts, watching the way she shivers, and the way she reaches for me, pulling me down on top of her until I press her into the mattress and she’s pinned underneath me.

Her moans become louder, more frantic as I take her deeper, pushing her to the edge.

“That’s it, Mercy,” I growl, my voice a low rumble in the room. “Cum for me. Let it all out.”

I feel her body tense as she reaches the peak, her walls clenching around me, and I know she’s mine. Completely and utterly mine.

“G-God, Draco,” she groans, her fingers pulling at my suit jacket, clinging to me like she needs me to survive. “Fuck, I love you. I… I love you.”

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