Page 117 of Toxic Revenge: Part Two

I tried to brace myself and do as he said, but I was weak. He had to keep holding me up as he thrust, each stroke harder and deeper than the last. All I could do was lay there and moan as his cock brought me to another earth-shattering orgasm.

He cursed when I pulsed around his length, slick spilling down my inner thighs. Fucking me through it, he didn’t come—meaning I’d have to survive one more orgasm before he was done with me.

My thighs were already trembling—I didn’t know if I could handle much more.

He’d proven before that he knew how to push me to my limits without surpassing them. Part of me doubted he could manage the same feat twice, though.

Mercer’s cock stretched me open more with every thrust, his knot almost slipping inside me. My baser instincts had me pushing back whenever I felt it get close, even though it might break me with how sensitive I was right now.

He picked up the pace, railing into me as I trembled and whimpered beneath him. He was the only thing keeping me stable. The only thing keeping me in reality at all.

I needed him.

“Knot me,” I pleaded.

Groaning, he pulled my hips back against him. His knot pushed inside, fighting with the butt plug for space. It felt so full, so intense, that it made me come again, instantly.

I screamed my release, and he cursed. “Fuck, Talia.”

His cock jerked inside me, cum flooding me, locked in place by the tight seal of his knot.

When his breath was reduced to panting, the throes of the orgasm over, he groaned and collapsed on the bed, spooning me. He reached down and pulled the plug gently from my ass, tossing it haphazardly elsewhere on the bed.

“Do you feel like you’ve been punished?” he asked, his voice husky.

“I do,” I whispered back. “I’ll let you protect me next time.”

“Good girl. I just want to keep you safe.”

“I know.”

I pressed back against him, snuggling my head up under his chin. We’d be stuck together like this for a while, but I wasn’t about to complain.

Chapter

Thirty-Nine

WEST

I sat down beside Nico in the dingy basement room of a building on the edge of the Alfieri Estate. I would have been worried I was the one about to be tortured, but we weren’t alone.

A suited beta security guard sat in shackles, flanked by two stone-faced guards who were dressed in slightly higher-quality clothing. I assumed they were Nico’s personal guards.

“We found the traitor.” Nico gestured to the shackled man. “And I’m curious—how would you choose to get information out of him? I would have asked Mercer, but it seems you were the enforcer. You’re more like me than Mercer is.”

Was that a good thing?

I cleared my throat. If it was a good thing, this was the one area where I could impress her parents. Since this asshole had been stalking Talia and reporting on her to Benjamin, I didn’t have any remorse over torturing him.

“Has he been cooperative so far?” I asked.

“Not at all.”

“Then I’d show him the downsides of his choices.”

Nico lit up a cigar, the smoke creating a hazy cloud around his head. “Get started.”

His personal guards didn’t move. He must mean me. I stood up, cracking my knuckles. “My methods aren’t exactly refined, sir.”