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Burying himself as deep as he can, Zane’s voice catches as he comes, his cock twitching as he fills the condom. Heat bursts inside of me, and I bite my hand to keep from moaning aloud. As Zane pulls out, he curses under his breath. “You didn’t come, did you? Give me a second.”
Somethingthunksinto the trash can and he’s back in a flash, spreading my cheeks and slipping his thumb inside of me. With a groan, he slides his fingers through my folds and presses against my swollen clit. “You’d let me take your pussy raw, wouldn’t you?”
I spasm as he fondles my clit. Pleasure shoots like sparks up my spine, hardening my nipples into hard points.
“I could do it right now.” He rubs his thumb against something inside of me, and I cry out at how good it feels. My desire liquifies, slicking his hand as he caresses my pussy. “There wouldn’t be anything between us. Just my hard cock filling you up, Kitten.” Leaning over me, he presses a kiss to the back of my neck and adjusts the angle of his wrist, sliding his fingers inside my heat and pressing down on some kind of— My body shakes and I cry out, unable to stop myself as he bares down on that spot. Every brush of his fingers causes my body to convulse, and I moan over and over again.
“That’s it,” he rasps, nipping my shoulder. “You’re so beautiful when you unravel, Mercy.” Brushing his lips over my ear, he chuckles, his voice dripping with desire. “I can’t wait to come inside you.”
White-hot pressure explodes deep inside of me, every nerve in my body sparking at once. I cry out so loudly that Zane bites my shoulder, making me gasp from the flash of pain and silencing the sound of my pleasure. He rumbles deep in his chest as he works me through the orgasm, sliding off of me only to bury his face in my cunt. He groans as he licks me clean,then rings my asshole with the tip of his tongue, unable to help himself.
“Zane!”
“Shhh,” he coos, slipping his fingers back into my core. “Let me eat your ass, baby, please.” My pussy flutters as he slides three fingers in and out of my soaking wet hole. Then his tongue pushes against my tight ring of muscle and I jump. Groaning, he teases my back door, the wet smack of his lips and glide of his fingers illicit.
But so is the way my body responds, burning from the inside.
This time, I come silently, praying to whichever gods can hear me that no one will know I just had my ass eaten. As Zane lovingly rubs my cheeks and steps away to grab a wipe, he hums happily. Only once he’s done cleaning me up does he wash his face at the sink, a devilish smirk curving on his lips.
“Don’t say a word,” I hiss, my face flaming as I stand on shaky legs. I adjust my panties so that I’m fully covered, but I can feel the slick heat of my pussy drenching the fabric.
I’m doomed for the rest of the night.
Zane kisses me hard before we rejoin the party. Cupping my face, his eyes soften as he smiles down at me. “You’re beautiful, Mercy.” Then he winks. “Beautifulanddelicious.”
I put on my best fake smile as he pulls open the door. “Breathe a word of this to anyone, Zane Hunter, and I’ll fucking kill you.”
He kisses my cheek where everyone can see. “Don’t worry, I’m sure they already know.” We turn towards the open hall and a few knowing smiles from old ladies without any shame greet us. My face turns bright crimson, and Zane laughs out loud.
At least there’s no more ambiguity about who we are to each other now.
Loversis as accurate as it gets.
Chapter 33
Kane
Actingas a bouncer while Zane indulges in a private moment with Mercy is a rare delight. As much as I’d love to be involved, I’m more thrilled that they ran off together in the first place. A new tradition is being born right here and now—having sex in unconventional places while one of us keeps watch.
I love everything about this moment.
Sam avoids wandering too close as he mingles with both acquaintance and stranger alike, catching my eye across the hall multiple times as if to ask:they’re still going at it?
I can’t keep the grin off my face.
My boy is finally living with his own happiness in mind. I couldn’t be more proud.
Mercy’s younger brother Malachi Morningstar stares at me through the lobby archway, blindly shaking hands with people who recognize him and welcome him home. From what Sam told me before we split, he sprung Malachi from his cage so we’d have an extra pair of hands when the time comes to fuck up Samuel.
I’m all for additional violence, but I’m not sure that Mercy will be on board with us turning her little brother into an accomplice for first degree murder. Her father Vinny, on the other hand…
I’ve seen the way he looks at Samuel, and there’s not an innocent bone in that man’s body. If his hands weren’t tied, he’d slit Samuel’s throat in a heartbeat, and I love him even more for it.
I’m grinning to myself when Samuel sneaks up on me—or tries to, looking about as subtle as a king cobra sizing up its prey. His outfit is gaudy as hell, with silver threads woven throughout his embroidered suit, the snowflake pattern lining the collar a gross display of fake winter cheer. And his hair—whoever dyes it tries their best to hide the grey streaks, but they peek through the chestnut strands all the same.
A splash of crimson on his chest will do the man a world of good.
I’m picturing all the places I can puncture as he slinks over to me.
