Page 42 of Toxic Revenge, Part Two (Mafia Omegas #2)

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Thirty-Eight

TALIA

For one terrifying second, I thought it was someone sent by Benjamin to kidnap me.

Then, I inhaled.

Sandalwood and brown sugar.

My entire body relaxed, and I stepped closer to find my alpha staring sternly down at me, his arms crossed over his chest.

“I thought you knew not to leave the room.” Mercer looked between me and his packmate.

Conrad rubbed a hand awkwardly across the back of his neck. “Our omega wanted some ice cream. Who was I to say no to her? I’ve been with her the whole time she’s been out.”

“What if someone had taken you by surprise? There should be at least two of us with her when she’s out.”

“I’m not a prisoner,” I groaned. “And there are still guards all over the place.”

“Not all the guards have your best interests at heart.”

I prodded at another edge of the waffle bowl, breaking it off and submerging it in liquid ice cream. The guards were paid to protect me, so why wouldn’t they…

“Wait, does that mean they found the person who was communicating with Benjamin?” I asked.

He nodded. “A guard.”

Well, fuck.

I’d been hoping it would be someone like a maid or a landscaper—not one of the people who were directly responsible for my safety.

“Until we know what he told Benjamin and how many people are working with him, you’re still on bedroom arrest,” Mercer said firmly.

He took my sundae bowl from my hands and handed it to Conrad. I reached for it, a complaint on the tip of my tongue.

I didn’t get a chance to voice it.

Mercer hauled me up over his shoulder and I yelped. His hand patted my butt gently. “You know the rules were in place for your own safety, right?”

“But—”

“No buts. You didn’t listen. I know it wasn’t Conrad’s idea to have you leave the room, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I’m not taking responsibility for this plan. Sorry, princess,” Conrad said.

“You’re always throwing me under the bus!” I complained.

“When it’s my idea, I’ll take the punishment. Until then…” He backed away. “I’m going to drop this ice cream off in the kitchen freezer. I have a feeling it’s going to be a while before you’re able to finish it.”

Mercer held me tight as he stalked down the side pathway and back to the main house. I smacked his back, trying to get him to let me down when we got inside, but he carried me all the way up the stairs and down the hall.

He tossed me on the bed when we got back into my room.

I was going to love and hate this punishment.

Maybe I should have stayed in my room and waited for him and West to come back, after all. The last punishment had been… something, to say the least. Pleasurable torture.

What was he going to do to me this time?

He didn’t have any toys here, so he couldn’t be too terrible, could he?

“Strip,” he ordered.

I hugged myself, my skin sensitive to the soft fabric of my sweater. Slick was wetting my panties already, but he wouldn’t take care of that.

Not until after the punishment.

Mercer lifted the bottom of his long sleeve shirt, peeling it up over his head and tossing it to the ground. His hands went to his belt buckle next, smoothly undoing it. I watched, transfixed, as he peeled his jeans down, leaving him in nothing but a pair of black underwear that hugged his bulge.

“I thought I told you to strip,” he said, crawling up onto the bed.

“I’m cold,” I claimed, hoping it might convince him to go easier with my punishment.

He only smirked. “You’ll warm up soon, princess. One last chance to take off all your clothes, or you’ll have something else to be punished for.”

Fine. No luck in decreasing the intensity of my punishment after all. I kicked my shoes off first, letting them fall from the edge of the bed. My socks came next.

Then I slid my arms out of the sleeves of my sweater and lifted it over my head. Goosebumps rose on my arms as the cool indoor air brushed over them, my nipples peaking against my thin tank top.

“I’d turn the heat up for you, but I don’t think you’ll want it hot in here later.” Mercer ran a hand down each of my arms, his body heat warming me slightly. “Keep going.”

I slid out of my leggings, leaving only panties and the tank top. As I took my top off, my nipples hardened, extra sensitive with the arousal coursing through me. I reached for the waistband of my panties, but Mercer stopped my hand.

“I’ll get those for you.”

My breath caught. I leaned back on the bed, thighs parting as more slick gathered in my core. Mercer groaned, hiking my legs over his shoulders and pressing a kiss right at the apex of my thighs.

“If you’d listened and waited until it was safe for you to leave the room, I’d be tasting you already,” he murmured.

“You still could be.”

He chuckled. “Princess, you won’t convince me not to punish you.”

“I’m just saying, if you want to taste me… I’m right here.”

Squeezing my ass with his rough hands, he laid another kiss right over my clit, pressing enough that my panties rubbed against the sensitive spot.

Then he pulled back all at once, leaving me cold. “Not until you’re begging for it.”

What if I started begging early? Would he give me release sooner?

I doubted it.

“Do you have toys you use to keep yourself company, sweetheart?” Mercer asked, opening the drawer beside my bed.

My cheeks went pink. Damn it. He didn’t have access to the toys he’d used before, but I had a drawer full. Didn’t every omega need a little inanimate company every now and again?

“No,” I lied.

“You’re trying really hard to avoid your punishment, but you’ll get it either way. It might just be a bit more fun if I have help. I know you have to have something. Where are your toys?”

He wasn’t going to drop it.

Mercer had already opened another drawer, climbing off the bed to search elsewhere when he didn’t find anything.

“In my walk-in closet,” I finally conceded. “Bottom drawer on the left, at the back.”

He disappeared into the closet for a minute before emerging with the box that held everything I needed to make myself come—if my hands weren’t doing it on their own, anyway.

I pulled a blanket over myself as he placed the box down and took off the lid. One at a time, he removed each of the toys.

My collection was small, but effective.

A long, thin bullet vibrator.

A thick, curved g-spot vibrator.

Two dildos with knots; one small, and one large. Although, the large one still couldn’t compare to West’s size.

One small butt plug with a wide, flared base that I’d only actually used once.

Mercer picked that one out of the lineup right away. “Such a little plug. We’ll have to get you a bigger one.”

“I’ve barely even used that one yet,” I said. “I don’t think I’d fit a bigger one.”

He smirked. “You would. With enough prep, we’ll even fit West’s cock in your tight ass.”

I blanched. “No fucking way.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll stick with the plug today. West is with Nico anyway.”

Placing the plug to the side, he picked up the g-spot vibrator and turned it on. It buzzed to life, and he played with the intensity and patterns as I squirmed beneath my blanket. That thing wasn’t as powerful as the wand vibrator he’d used on me before, and thank fuck for that.

He turned it off when he was done and grabbed the blanket I was hiding beneath, pulling it off me. “Hands and knees, princess.”

I begrudgingly did as I was told, presenting my ass to him and resting down on my elbows. He kissed each asscheek once, then grabbed the waistband of my panties and peeled them down until they pulled taut across my knees.

Mercer ran a finger through my slick, gathering it on his fingers. Then, he pressed a finger to my other hole.

I tensed, but he didn’t push it inside. He rubbed me there until I relaxed, and then he slid it in, down to the first knuckle. Squirming, I tried to put a name to the sensation. It wasn’t pleasurable exactly, but it wasn’t painful either.

It was just… foreign. Unusual.

Then he pushed further inside and the unusual started giving me hints of pleasure. When he fucked me with his finger a few times, I let out a small moan.

“One more finger, and then I’ll try using your plug,” Mercer said, his voice a sensual rumble.

The next finger pressed against me, a hint of discomfort coursing through me as he pressed it in beside the first. That was gone in an instant, leaving only the pleasure again. I shifted my hips back, fucking my ass on his fingers until he smacked the side of my thigh.

“Don’t get too excited, sweetheart.”

He removed his fingers all at once, and I whined.

The firm silicone of the plug rubbed against my clit, gathering up slick. He brought it back to my ass, lubricated and ready.

I didn’t know what I was expecting, but I almost choked on air when the plug worked its way into my ass.

The base rested against my cheeks, making sure there was no risk of the plug being sucked in, while the bulk of it filled me way more than I would have thought.

Wasn’t this thing tiny?

Did he swap out the butt plug with a bigger size?

He couldn’t have, because there was no bigger size. I only had one butt plug in my toy box, so unless he’d been carrying one around in his pocket…

“It feels huge,” I whispered, looking over my shoulder at Mercer.

“Because you’re not used to it, princess.” He smacked my ass.

I swayed forward and pressed my cheek into the pillows. “Was that my whole punishment? Can I have the reward part now?”

Mercer laughed. “Punishment? We haven’t started with the punishment yet. This was just the precursor.”

“Seriously?” I whined.

“The plug is going to make it so much more fun to edge you.”

His edging was going to be the end of me. I’d never met a man more cruel than Mercer in the bedroom.

His fingers trailed down my spine, and my bullet vibrator buzzed to life. He kept it on the lowest setting, rubbing it along various parts of me. First my side, then the curve of my ass, my thighs, my calves.