Page 84 of The Price of Mercy
Not often enough.
With a twist of his wrist, Zane unlocks the door to the morgue and pushes it open. “Then let me find something that does.”
Normal girls wouldn’t makeout in a morgue, but when have I ever been normal?
As soon as we step into the room and the door clicks shut, Zane sweeps me into his arms and kisses me hard. Grabbing my throat, he pushes me against the cadaver coolers and smirks. “Looks like The Dead Girl isn’t very dead, after all. I can feel your heart racing.”
My voice catches as he lifts my leg and hooks it around his hips. “Z-Zane, how?—”
He cuts me off with his lips on mine. “I’ve always known who you are, Mercy.” Grabbing my wrists, he pins them over my head. “The question is, do you?” He stares into my eyes as he thumbs my pulse on my wrist. “It doesn’t matter what people call you. What matters is how you see yourself.”
I bite my bottom lip, and his eyes track the movement. “What if I don’t like what I see?”
“Then change it, as many times as it takes.” A crooked smile makes him even more handsome. “Don’t tell Kane I said that.”
“Why not?”
Zane puffs out a breath. “I’ll never hear the end of it.” Without elaborating further, he slants his lips over mine and traps me beneath his body, interlocking our hands over our heads and pinning me to the wall. The icy chill contrasts the raging heat of his body as he rolls his hips, stealing my breath and setting my heart on fire.
“I want you, Mercy,” he breathes, his eyelashes fluttering against my cheek. “I want you so damn bad that I—” A laugh catches in his throat. “I can’t think straight.” He mutters something that I can’t catch.
“What?”
“That’s a problem,” he says loud enough for me to hear. “Sam’s going to murder me if I fuck this up.”
“Fuck what up?”
He kisses me again, sliding his tongue into my mouth and groaning as we collide. The hard line of his body crushes mine, creating an ache that I feel in the depths of my soul. I shiver as he rocks against my core, sending shockwaves of pleasure deep within. Biting his bottom lip, I draw it into my mouth and suck, moaning in sync with him.
His erection digs into my panties, nearly spearing me through our clothes. “I have a—” I inhale sharply as he latches onto my neck with his teeth. “Condom.”
A shudder rolls through his body. “Don’t tease me, Mercy.”
“I’m serious.” I tug on his hair until he pulls up. “In my boot. I have one for you and Kane. He gave them to me after I got dressed.”
Zane’s midnight eyes smolder like liquid gunmetal. He releases me and crouches at my feet. “If you’re lying, I swear, I’ll—” Slipping his fingers inside my boot, he caresses my ankle as he searches for the package. Once he snags a corner, he pulls it out. “No fucking way.” He chuckles deep in his chest and kisses my knee. “Remind me to thank Kane for the foresi?—”
I pull him to his feet and lunge into his arms, shocking him badly enough that he stumbles backwards into an embalming table. He recovers immediately and spins us around, bending me over the stainless steel and lifting my skirt over my ass.
“I’m going to make this quick, are you?—”
“Yes, God, yes.” I arch my hips. “Hurry up and fuck me, Zane.”
He smacks my ass and the sound echoes in the empty room. “Careful, Kitten, or I’ll have to slow down and enjoy it.” Rubbing my stinging flesh, he chuckles darkly. “I’d hate for someone to walk in and see their darling girl in such a compromising position.” He drags my panties down my thighs but keeps them snagged around my knees. Then I hear him unzip his pants. “This might hurt at first.” The wrapper crinkles as he tears open the package and rolls the condom onto his cock.
The only warning I get is the smack of his dick against my pussy before he thrusts, burying himself inside my heat with a loud groan. “Ohhh, fuck.” Grabbing my hips, he slams me onto his cock in time with his thrusts, not giving either of us a second to breathe before he sets a punishing pace.
My walls stretch to accommodate him, the drag of his cock making me delirious. Pleasure builds slowly, burning through my body like a fever. I struggle to catch my breath as Zane rocks into me, growing more frantic with each passing second.
“Knew you could take it,” he growls, “so fucking wet for me, Kitten, so—” He snaps his hips. “Fucking—” Grabs my ass. “Wet.” The slap of his hips bumping my ass is loud as hell, filling the air with the unmistakable sound of sex.
I whine as embarrassment floods my system.
Zane catches on immediately, slowing the drag of his cock to punctuate with hard, deep thrusts. Although anyone listening at the door can probably hear us, the cadence has dropped so that it’s not nearly as obvious. He squeezes my butt and groans. “God, you feel amazing, even with the—” He grunts. “Condom.”
Part of me wonders how different it feels without one, but then I remember the intoxicating pulse of Sam’s dick as he came inside me, and my pussy clenches.
“Ooooh,Mercy, don’t—fuck.”
