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MERCY
I watch as the little vixen in front of me turns. The look on her face is one of caution mixed with excitement, and even some trepidation. I take a step back away from the bed, giving her room to kneel in front of me. When she is standing, I reach out and cup her face, bringing it up to meet mine in a kiss meant to mark her, so she’ll compare every kiss in the future to this one.
Tomorrow, when I’m not drowning in lust, I’ll think about why I would want that. For now, I’m going to block out the outside world and just enjoy the woman in front of me. Like she said, tomorrow we can go back to having secrets and me wanting to wring them all from her. Tonight, I’m going to enjoy everything that she offers me. I’m so lost in the kiss I don’t register that she is touching me until I feel her long, cold fingers wrap around my cock. Pulling back from the kiss, I hiss.
My little lamb kisses down my neck, down my chest, and slowly falls to her knees in front of me. She continues working my cock as she looks up at me. Reaching down, I run my thumb across her bottom lip, shocked when her tongue darts out as I do. Her hands don't stop their movements on my cock.
“Are you just going to play with my cock or are you actually going to do something with it?” I murmur, watching her closely.
She doesn’t say a word or break eye contact. She just leans forward, licking the tip of my cock before taking the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it when she does. My head falls back onto my shoulders as she starts her assault on my cock. She takes me in as far as she can before pulling back, hollowing her cheeks as she follows her mouth with her hand. Reaching down, I smooth my hand over the top of her head, talking her through things, guiding her to do the things I enjoy.
It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time before I’m about to blow my load down her throat. I grip the hair at the back of her head and apply pressure, pulling her off my cock to stand, then I attack her mouth. I kiss her hard, forcing my tongue into her mouth as I explore every inch of her sweetness. She places her hands on my arms, digging her nails into them as I back her once again onto the bed. Her knees make contact and when she goes to fall back, I follow her down, wedging my hips between her thighs, so my cock lays between her pussy lips. She moans, grinding into me, applying pressure to her clit.
Gripping her hip hard enough that I know I’m going to leave bruises, I halt her movements. “Same rules apply. You don’t move unless I tell you to.”
She opens her eyes, locking them on mine. “Mercy, fuck me already. I swear if you don’t, I’m going to fucking burn from the inside out.”
“We can’t have that now, can we?” I whisper as I shift my hips back, lining my dick up with her entrance.
Slowly, I guide my cock into her pussy and curse as it wraps around me like a vise. My little lamb whimpers as I slide further in, stretching her pussy walls. It takes every ounce of my control not to slam deep into her.
My little lamb whimpers. “More Mercy, I need more. Please don’t treat me like glass. I want you!”
I search her face for anything to tell me she has doubts about what she just asked me for. When I don’t find any, I reach down and grip her thigh, wrapping it around my waist to change the angle of my thrust. I take one of her hard nipples into my mouth and slam home. Her back arches and she screams in pain and pleasure. That scream is the firing pistol it seems I’ve been waiting on.
I slide out of her vise grip and slam back into her. With every pull out, I taste and suck her nipples and with every slam home, I’m sure to grind against her clit. She brings her other leg up, locking her ankles around my waist, tilting her hips so that now I’m able to hit that sweet spot.
“Mercy, I’m going to … I’m so fucking … I …” she mumbles over and over, shaking her head back-and-forth as she slices my back up with her nails.
Hearing her tell me she’s close, I slow my thrusts, dragging my dick in and out of her pussy with slow, deliberate strokes. My little lamb groans, rocking her hips, trying to force me to go harder and faster. Nipping my way across her chest and up her throat to her ear, I nip the lobe.
“I remember telling you not to move unless you asked first or I told you to,” I whisper into her ear.
She goes still under me. Her eyes open wide in both apprehension and burning with lust.
“Don’t stop misbehaving now,” I continue, “Now I’m going to have to punish you. Should I just keep moving slowly in and out?” I ask, slowly sliding in and out of her.
My sweet little lamb’s pussy muscles ripple at the thought of being punished. Oh, this woman is going to either be the death of me or I’m the luckiest bastard that ever lived.
“Or Should I flip you over and tan that fine ass of yours before slamming home over and over again until you’re sobbing with the need to come?” I ask, continuing my leisurely pace, reaching between us and circling her clit in lazy circles.
“I don’t care what you need to do. Just let me come, please.” She’s nearly in tears, fighting every instinct to move in search of relief.
“We shall see if you truly feel that way,” I state, pulling out of her hold and then completely out of her.
“Nooo … where are you going?” she whines as I flip her onto her belly, pulling her up on her knees.
“You said you did not care about the punishment as long as you got to come. So be a good girl and take your punishment,” I growl, taking in the bruises blooming on her hips, thighs, and ass.
“Mercy,” she screams as my hand comes down on her ass repeatedly.
Rubbing her ass between spankings, I make sure to catch her pussy lips every three slaps. She’s so wet that I can see her juices running down her legs. After the fifteenth slap, I line my throbbing cock up with her entrance, giving her a heartbeat to get ready. I slam to the hilt into her vise of a pussy and wrap my hand around her throat, pulling her up, so her back is to my chest. She drops her head back and wraps her small hands around my wrist as I apply pleasure to her neck.
Running my free hand down her front, I circle her clit as I rock into her at a steady rhythm. “Come for me, Little Lamb.”
She shakes her head back-and-forth. “I can’t … I’ve never …”
Growling, I increase the rhythm on her clit. Squeezing tighter on her throat, cutting off the blood flow. “You can, and you will come. Now, Little Lamb, come with me.”
Just as I finish speaking, I release the pressure on her neck and pinch her clit. My little lamb comes with a scream. Her pussy’s grip on my cock milks my release from me. I come on a roar, collapsing forward, barely catching myself on my elbow to keep from crushing her under my weight. We lay there, catching our breath until I can bring myself to move, rolling us on our sides and keeping us connected. My little lamb chuckles under her breath, snuggling back into me.
Reaching up, I pinch her nipple hard. “What’s so funny, babe?”
She turns her head, kissing me lightly on the cheek, “I’m just relaxed and not afraid for the first time in so many years.”
Laying there, I think over her words. Being the asshole that I am, I can’t help but do my job. “Oh, and why have you been afraid for so long, Little Lamb?”
“I’ve been running for years because I failed to protect someone special and her people were not happy about it,” her tone is defeated.
Her honesty catches me off guard. I can feel the moment she realizes what she said to me because her body goes stiff beside me. I rub up and down her side, trying to get her to go back to the relaxed woman she was. To my surprise, she doesn’t pull away, but instead she rolls her hips, fucking herself on my semi-hard cock. She looks back at me over her shoulder and winks.
“How long until you’re ready to go again?” she mumbles between planting kisses on any part of my body that she can reach.
“I’ll be ready to go as soon as I ring two orgasms from you,” I rumble, cupping her breast while I kiss and nibble on her shoulder.
I do exactly as I promised. After two orgasms, I’m hard as a fucking rock and ready to go again. I spend the rest of the night doing exactly what she asked of me. I fuck her in every possible way, teaching her things about her body that she never knew. When I finally fall into an exhausted sleep with her on my chest, for once the monster is silent and I sleep peacefully.
Only everything I thought I knew about the last five years was bullshit, and the woman in my arms was nothing more than a pawn.
* * *
I look around the table in church, tapping my fingers on my thigh as my gut tells me that this isn’t going to be good. Raider looks as if his about to lose his shit. Hermes is glaring at his laptop, but not going to town on his keyboard like normal. It seems everyone is on edge waiting for the impending doom that we can all feel in the air. The door bangs open and in walks the only man that seems to be completely clueless to everything going on around us.
“Well, aren’t you gentlemen a lively bunch of assholes,” he crows, strutting toward his chair at the head of the table.
“Not all of us have been sitting around here on our asses for the last two fucking weeks,” Terro grumbles, glaring at the man.
“What exactly do you mean?” he snaps, glaring at the man wearing nothing under his cut but a bandage.
“How did the Italians know about the ambush before we even let you know about it?” Rhino wonders, spinning a knife between his fingers.
Relic leans back in his chair and glares at the man. “I’m not sure that I like your tone.”
Rhino leans forward so that his arms are resting on the table in front of him, knife still spinning. “What exactly about my tone are you not liking?”
“It almost sounds like you’re accusing me of something,” Relic glares back.
“We would never do that, Pres. We know you knew nothing about what happened. Rhino is just a pain and being a jackass,” Raider says, trying to smooth things over.
Pres throws his head back laughing. “Rhino’s always been an ornery-ass.”
Looking around at all the men, no one looks happy about what’s going down.
“Alright, let’s go over what we’re here for,” Raider calls, eyeing everyone around the room.
“Yeah, what he said.” Relic points at Raider. “Let’s go over what happened on your run.”
“Everything on the run was going as planned for the first half,” Rhino starts since he’s our Tailer Gunner. “We got about a few hours out from the drop when out of nowhere we were surrounded by another bike club. The part we can’t figure out is they moved as if they knew we were coming through.”
“How did you guys get out with only minor injuries?” Pope quietly murmurs.
Relic leans his arms on the table and looks from one brother to another. “That’s what I would like to know. Why did you guys have enough gun power to take care of an ambush of that size?”
A look of pure rage mixed with complete devastation darkens Raider’s multicolored eyes. It’s a look and feeling that I know all too well. It’s the look that one gets when everything they have fought for and held close to their chest is snatched away and tainted by the shit of the world. He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back in his chair to put space between himself and Pres before speaking.
Terro cuts him off. “Why wouldn’t we have that kind of firepower? I mean fuck, currently we have a sex ring operating in our territory by who the fuck knows. We’ve got another goddamn MC so close to our boarders that if we spat, it would land on their face. So as the Sergent-at-Arms for the club, I made sure we could take care of ourselves with threats coming from all sides.”
Pres nods as if he agrees with Terro’s explanation. “Seems that was a smart move on your part.”
“Just doing my damn job,” Terro grumbles.
“Any idea who it was?” Hermes asks, starting his rhythmic typing on his laptop.
“The Italians seem to think it was an attack because it was their merchandise. They send their gratitude that we were able to deliver on time,” Raider states.
“Seems like they have a rat to me,” Pres chuckles, before a serious look falls over his face. “Now that we’ve covered that. Hermes and I were able to finally get the information on the little lamb in there.”
My body rigid for two reasons: one I want to rip his head off for calling Paisley little lamb, and two, they seem to think they have answers. Answers I need because after last night I don’t know that I would be able to do what needs to be done if she’s not who she says she is.
My lungs seize at that thought. There is only one reason I would not be able to do what I have to as the Enforcer for the Kings of Anarchy Georgia Chapter. The thought of applying her five-finger necklace for anything other than pleasure causes my head to spin and the monster in my soul to pull back. Movement to my right finally anchors me enough to get oxygen in. Blender is leaning forward, eyes narrowed on the man at the end of the table.
“Are you going to tell us what you found or are we going to play charades to find out?” he demands.
Pres looks up from the file folder in his hand and the look on his face is too satisfied. “Hermes, TV please.”
Hermes gets the TV turned on and a picture of a woman that looks a lot like Paisley with her head leaning against Jenny’s makes my stomach turn. I look away from the TV, back to Pres and then to Hermes.
“What the hell is this shit?” I bark, all ability to be pleasant gone.
“We all know that the woman with Jenny in this picture is her roommate that was tasked with protecting our sweet Jenny—Ainsley Finch.” Pres stops making eye contact with me and glances at the others around the room. “As we all know, you’ve been searching for her since the day we found Jenny’s body. At this point, we all assumed she was a part of it since she let Jenny go out alone, then up and just vanished after Jenny was dead.”
Standing to lean over the table, I place my hands flat on the surface. “Why in the fucking hell are we recounting shit we all already know? Get to your motherfucking point or shut the fuck up!”
Pres jumps to his feet at the same time as half the other brothers. His face turns red as his anger boils. “Who the hell do you think you are talking to? I’m your Pres, not just another goddamn brother. Show me the fucking respect I deserve, or I’ll give you the bullet it takes for you to leave this club.”
Raider’s voice breaks through the red haze currently covering my vision. “Mercy, sit the fuck down and listen. We need to know what they found. Take a fucking step back.”
Standing to my full height, I back away from the table to lean on the wall, knowing that if I’m any closer to the man in front of me, then I might just fucking kill him over all this cloak and dagger bullshit.
Pres smirks, thinking he has won and tamed the beast. If only he knew what was to become of him.
“Relic, now that we’ve been down memory lane, let’s get today and now,” Pope’s calm unbothered voice carries from his seat.
“With Ainsley gone, we assumed she had either gone back into the fold, or they were done with her and turned her out into the ring. Well, it seems we were only half right.” Pres looks back at the TV as the screen changes to a split screen of Ainsley and Paisley side by side.
As soon as the pictures are there— I see it . Paisley isn’t her name at all. No, the woman in my bed is the last person to have seen my sister and sell her out to the bastards that killed her. With that thought, I fucking lose my shit. Roaring, I throw a fist at the wall before grabbing a chair and breaking it over the table. I’m going to fucking kill her after I ring every fucking answer I can out of her. Before my brothers can get close enough to stop me, I tear out of church in search of the traitorous bitch.