Page 66 of Broken Mercy
Nobody argues with a drink. As the group meanders out, I take Brenden’s hand and lead him down a side hall. He follows without complaint, and I turn on him once we’re alone in a quiet, empty sitting room.
“Are you about to ask me about camera blind spots and motion sensor sweeps? Because I swear?—“
I smash my lips to his, kissing me hurriedly, yanking him close. He grunts in surprise but doesn’t hesitate to kiss me back.
“What’s this about?” he asks.
“Don’t talk.” I fumble at his belt. “I’m going to get on my knees and suck you until you come.”
His eyes flare with excitement. “Nobody’s going to come looking?”
“You’ll be fast.”
“Tallie.”
I don’t let him argue. I drop down, tugging his cock free. He’s only a third hard, but that changes as I lick him, eagerly slurping his tip. I like feeling him stiffen. I like the way his eyes dart over my head toward the exit. I know this is silly and childish andrisky, but I like breaking rules with him. I like doing things I’d never in a million years do, especially if they make him happy.
He groans when I take him deep. I’m going fast and he likes it. No time to fuck around. No teasing. I suck hard, licking and stroking with both hands. Brenden’s got a dick that needs all my attention. He grips my hair and whispers my name, and I love the way his tone sounds like he lost himself. I’m in control now, and I let him slip into my throat, gagging, sucking faster and whimpering.
His come is warm and salty on the back of my tongue. His hands tremble as he fills my mouth. As expected, it doesn’t take long. He grunts, sighing as he leans back against the wall and studies me, while I happily lick him clean. “You’ll pay me back later tonight.” I suck the ends of my fingers. “I fully expect a good performance.”
“Yes, baby.” He pulls me to my feet and kisses me. “Whatever you want.”
“Good.” I grin, leaning into him, and we stay like that for a long few moments in the hushed dimness of an empty room.
I’m greedy and I know it. I’m asking for too much. I want him, and I let myself take him, but it’s implied in the foundation of our relationship that I can’t ever keep him.
“There’s another meeting at the Sarkissian mansion in three weeks,” he says, nosing through my hair.
A bright pulse shimmers in my stomach. “Are we invited?”
“You know we are. We’re going to do it then.”
“Brenden—“
“I know it’s soon, but the longer we wait the more likely it is something will go wrong. We do it then.”
I breathe in his smell, and I hate the disappointment that fills me toes to crown. I should be excited, but I’m not. I should be eager to get this done with. It’s the start of my real life.
Instead, it feels like the end of one.
“Are you with me?” he asks, tilting my chin up.
“I am.”
“Are you sure?”
“I promise.”
“Good. We can do this.”
I don’t know if he’s right about that.
CHAPTER 19
TALIN
“How do you even know it’s here?” I shimmy sideways and have to pause as my dress gets snagged on a nail. Cursing softly, I manage to untangle myself without doing too much damage. It’s one thing, sneaking around this house, but it’s another trying to do it without looking like I crawled through a sewer when it’s over.
