Page 51 of Stockholm (Angel of Mercy #1)

The Keeper

T he way my heartbeat pounds in my chest would make you think adrenaline’s been injected right into my body.

The sight of her waking up and realizing something was wrong?

That fear fucking did me in. But then her calling my name when she needed help?

Yahtzee. Perfection. I could barely restrain myself enough to let her and Bo make it out the door before I chased them into the woods.

I’m damn near throbbing at the memory. Tonight will be burnt into my memory so that I never, ever forget the feeling of this exact moment with her .

Her hands immediately reach for her mouth, where my palm keeps her from trying to spit her panties back at my face while she swats at me.

“What did I say, Emma? You need to ask permission to come for me, and you failed to do that, didn’t you?” A tear rolls down her cheek from the overwhelming thrill and I brush it away. “Aww, don’t cry. You’re going to love this, baby.”

She blinks up at me, struggling a little less as she studies me.

“Good,” I praise, rolling her onto her stomach.

Reaching over to the nightstand, I pull out some of the items I bought for tonight.

The first being a pair of peach colored, fuzzy arm cuffs.

I strap one around her forearm, pull her other arm behind her, and attach the cuffs to it as well, using a knee to hold her down when she starts to struggle again.

When I’m done, her arms are pulled behind her, bound closely together .

I roll her onto her back again and there’s a trace of anxiety on her face that has me pausing.

Her excited fear is something I crave, but Emma’s anxiety is not something I want to purposefully trigger.

I never want her overthinking when it’s me that’s touching her.

The foreplay tonight was insane—the chase, the costumes—as we tried on different dynamics with each other.

It’s a lot, so I pull the mask over my head and toss it to the floor, followed quickly by the cosplay vest. When that’s done it’s just my black t-shirt and jeans.

It’s me. It’s back to just me and her.

I climb back onto the bed and crawl up her body so that our faces are close, her beautiful cinnamon eyes studying my every move.

“Is this too much,” I ask, brushing my mouth against her neck. “Tell me if it is, Em. I won’t be upset.”

I look sideways at her and her eyes have lost that panicked edge, the apprehension slipping into her drinking in my words. I tug the underwear out of her mouth and she licks her swollen lips.

“I’m okay,” she says, nodding slightly. “It’s okay. I think I forgot it was you for a moment.”

I nod, nuzzling against her jawline. “I’m glad you told me, because what I’m about to do to you is going to be very fucking dirty.

I want you to know it’s coming from me, that only I get to treat you like this.

Okay, angel?” I say, exaggerated sweetness dripping from my words as I kiss her nose, her forehead.

Her pupils explode, and I smile down at her. My beautiful, innocent girl, waiting for me to make a mess of her. It’s a fucking honor I’ll be taking very seriously.

I sit up and swing my leg over her body so I’m kneeling on either side of her stomach. “But it is time for your punishment, angel. I hate to do this to you but you did break my rules, didn’t you?”

I’m a liar. I love doing this to her, and she knows it. She watches, but words seem to have deserted her. I lean down and grip her under her jaw, getting in her face, my hair—mussed from the balaclava—falling into her eyes. “Didn’t you?”

She nods, “I did, I-I’m sorry,” she says, her face flushing in that way I love when she hears herself agreeing with me.

But I eat it up. I love her leaning into it, into submitting to me, even when it feels uncomfortable. “That’s right, I’ll take it easy on you since you tried so hard to be a good girl for me, okay?”

She nods again, her breath picking up as she wonders what I might do next.

It should be obvious as I move to kneel over her chest.

“Open your mouth,” I say quietly and she licks her lips nervously before complying. My cock jerks as her wet tongue is revealed to me. “Beautiful,” I murmur as I unzip my pants and pull my cock free. “Now, breathe .”

She gasps an inhale and I thrust into her mouth, catching her off guard and she gags around the intrusion. With her arms behind her and her shoulders back, the pillows help keep her angled to where she can take me to her throat, but I still tangle one hand in her hair to guide her.

The other reaches for the headboard as I pound into her mouth. “Goddamn it, Emma, your mouth is fucking perfect.”

She catches her breath, trying to accommodate my rhythm and rolls her eyes up to meet mine. Brows turned upward like she’s pleading with me, and it’s a high I’ll seek for the rest of my life to have her like this. At my mercy. Taking me like she is.

“You love this don’t you?” I ask, and she tries to nod.

“I know you do, my thoughtless little doll. It’s making you wet, isn’t it?

” She nods again and I tug on her hair and bottom out against her mouth, burying myself in her throat as deep as I can until tears roll down her face.

After a few seconds I pull free and she gasps for air.

I lean down and kiss her tears away. “You take me so good, Emma. I fucking love it, even these tears I’m giving you.”

“I need you,” she whines, and I can tell the night is getting to her because of the silent tears streaming down the sides of her face as she begs. The stimulation is getting too much.

“You need me to what?” I ask in a calming voice, sitting back on my heels and placing my hands on hers to push her legs back.

She flinches as the pressure returns to her arms, still cuffed behind her. “Noah, I want you inside me. Please. ”

I line up at her entrance and push the head of my cock slowly inside, falling to one arm that holds me over her as we both watch me sink into her. “You asked so sweetly, baby,” I say, panting at the effort to not fuck her from the rip. “I told you I’d give you anything if you ask like that.”

She moans, her head falling back into the pillows as I stretch her. “Oh my god, Noah. It feels so good, I’m going to come,” she cries.

I stop moving, nipping at her nose. “I’ll shove my cock back in your mouth and come in your throat if you forget the rules, Emma.”

Her doe eyes fixate on me, pleading. “Please, can I come? Please, Noah,” she repeats, her head falling back as I start to feel her muscles tighten underneath me.

“That’s my good fucking girl, Emma,” I growl, thrusting roughly back inside her.

“Come for me right now.” My words shake as I fuck her ruthlessly, unable to look away from the pleasure blinding on her face.

It’s a pure, unhinged need to see her like this, a fucking angel imploding beneath me and it’s me that’s causing her ruin.

She shouts into the room, her back arching as her body seizes. She clenches around me so tightly I can barely move inside her, the pressure shoving me over the edge as I push her legs to the bed and bottom out, emptying into her pussy.

Our breathing is all I can hear for several minutes, my forearm still holding myself over her as we come back down to earth.

Her eyes open and she takes me in, studying me.

There’s a softness in her that is present no matter the circumstances, even now, after I’ve treated her to a rough, somewhat degrading fuck.

She looks at me like she’s never trusted anyone more.

I like it.

Pulling out of her, I lean down and kiss her deeply, tilting her to the side so I can unbuckle her cuffs and massage her arms. Once she has them free, I place her on her back and sit up. My eyes draw to her slick pussy, and I watch with satisfaction as my come drips from her .

Possession. That’s what this is. I possess her jealously , and I love the sight of her in my bed with the evidence of me seeping from inside her.

Thank fuck the doctor was willing to write her a prescription for birth control, though he did side eye me and Jesse when I requested it.

I grab a washcloth from the attached bath and clean her, grabbing a large T-shirt from my closet.

“Arms up,” I say and she listens obediently while I pull the shirt over her head. “Scoot over baby, I’m exhausted.”

She smiles shyly and slips to the side while I crawl into bed behind her. I feel like the dead as soon as my head hits the pillow.

“Should we worry about the boys?” I hear her say. I reach over her waist and pull her into me. She fits there perfectly, like this spot was made just for her.

“No, Bo’s surely giving him the run of his life. They’ll be alright.”

I start to think about how right it feels to have her here in my bed, but I’m asleep before the thought can run its course.