Page 81 of Broken Mercy
“By the time I’m done, you’ll be thoroughly corrupted.”
“Promise?”
“Cross my heart.”
I fist her hair and slip my tongue into her mouth. She knocks over the coffee mug and I don’t give a damn if it spills all over the floor. I pull her against me, hands exploring her body, greedy and desperate to touch her skin. I need this, my wife, my anchor, because without her I have no reason to stay, nothing holding me here anymore.
She’s the heart of my life now.
I take her into the bedroom and strip her down. Morning light plays off her skin. It’s beautiful, the way she glows. I can’t believe how lucky I am to end up with a woman like her. Anyone else and I’d be gone already, either on the run or self-destructing, butTallie makes me want to find my center again. I hold her down on the bed, kissing her inner thighs, and feast between her legs. Her moans are music as I lick her, making her feel pleasure in the face of enormous horrors and long odds, and not caring if this might all come crashing down.
“Now you’re mine,” I say, stroking my cock as her knees spread wide. Her hands reach up, palms pressing to the creaky headboard. I sink inside of her with a sigh, filling her, stretching her wide and kiss her lips, nibbling her nipples and throat.
“Now I’m yours,” she moans.
“Every inch.” Thrust, thrust. “Every curve.” Thrust. “Every time you moan, it’s mine.” Thrust, thrust, thrust.
The bed shakes wildly as I fuck her, mindless and desperate. This right here, this is all that matters. I fill her to the brim, cock driving deep into her soaked pussy.
“Fuck, Brenden,” she gasps, arching into me. I lick her stiff nipples, palming her full tits as my fingers dig into her hips. “God, I want more.”
“Take it all baby.” Thrust. “Take me deep.” Thrust. “Take me until you scream.” Thrust.
I wrap a hand around her neck and fuck her hard. She cries out, loving it, mouth hanging open, tongue rolling out. I fuck her harder, losing my mind in the animal heat of taking my wife’s body and giving her pleasure. I grind into her until the headboard slams into the wall with a sharp rhythmic pulse and her hips raise up, rocking back into me, greedy for every big inch I can give her.
She screams as the orgasm rips into her. I want her to break and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She’s the reason I’m still alive and she’s the reason I won’t let go. I bite her shoulder as I come, pumping between her legs, spilling myself inside of her. I shiver and groan, whispering her name.
“All mine, Tallie.”
“All yours.” Her fingers comb through my hair. She’s smiling happily. “But don’t steal from my family again.”
“Only if I have to.” I hold onto her tightly, not ready to let go.
There’s work to do—a lot of work—but we have some time, and we might as well use it the only way that matters.
CHAPTER 23
TALIN
Ilean against the sun-scraped pale stoop and squint down the block into the darkness. “This can’t be right,” I say. The sun set an hour ago and the streetlights are barely flickering.
“Trust me, it’s right.” Brenden’s trying hard not to smirk and doing a real bad job of it. “You’ve never been to Pigtown before?”
“No, I’ve never been—“ I punch him in the arm. He grunts and laughs. “Don’t make fun of me, dickhead.”
“It’s fun to be reminded how much of a rich, sheltered girl you are.”
“And it’s great to be reminded of your general dickish demeanor.”
“Ouch.” He rubs his shoulder, his smile fading. “But seriously, look around. Pigtown’s not what it used to be.”
I see what he means. The houses aren’t in amazing shape, but they aren’t terrible either. There’s an organic grocery on the corner next to a hipster-looking tattoo shop. About a dozen BMWs are parked along the curb. People loiter nearby, nonelooking worried or in much of a hurry, the total opposite of the worst sections of this city.
As if I know much about those places.
To be fair, Brenden’s right, Iamrich and sheltered. It isn’t my fault, but it’s still true. I’ve barely wandered around my own city, which is why it’s so much worse, finding out that my little brother has.
“How long has he been doing this?” I ask as we start walking down the block.
