Page 67 of Penance

It won’t be long.

Soon she’ll beg for my cock, and then I’ll give her everything she wants. I just have to drive her to it.

Turning, I lean against the sink. The cold porcelain presses against my hips as I lean back, my hand driving into my sweatpants and wrapping around my cock. I stroke myself hard, remembering Mercy’s soft whimpers from the last night, the way her body arched towards me.

I could have fucked her right then and there.

I could have.

I could have owned her body, but it’s not enough.

I want her mind, and her soul, too.

I want to own her body, mind, and soul.

I stroke myself harder, my fingers rolling over the head and then back down, my palm slick with pre-cum.

I imagine her on her knees, those hazel eyes looking up at me, scared. My breath catches in my throat, and the muscle in my jaw ticks. I can feel the twitching in my spine, the way my balls tighten.

Fuck, I’m close already, and it’s all her fault.

That little whore has a stranglehold on me.

A sudden shrill ring screams through the apartment, slicing through the silence like a knife. My head snaps towards the door, irritation flaring in my chest.

Mercy’s phone.

I pause, listening as the ringing stops and her soft voice filters through the door.

“Hello?”

I can picture her sitting up in bed, the sheet pooling around her waist, her cheeks flushed.

“Yes, this is Mercy Clarke,” she says, her voice steadier now. I can hear the rustle of sheets as she moves, the creak of the bed as she stands. “Today? But I thought they scheduled it for next week.”

My hand pauses on the doorknob.

“Alright. No, that’s fine. I’ll be there.”

The call ends, and I can hear her footsteps echo down the hallway.

She’s coming to me.

I hear a soft tap on the bathroom door, and it sends a painful ache through my pelvis.

“Draco?”

Should I?

The predator in me craves the thought of an ambush, but the manipulator needs the precision of a well-laid trap. My eyes flick to the doorknob.

I bet she would look beautiful, down on her knees for me and painted in my cum.

Should I?

Before I know it, the decision is made for me.

In one swift motion, I tear open the door with a growl. Mercy jumps back, her phone clattering to the floor, eyes wide with shock. Her gaze locks onto mine, and then dips lower, and I see the moment she realizes when her eyes grow impossibly wide.

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