Page 93 of Mercy
He growls and pulls my face to his, kissing me with a bruising kiss.
When he pulls back, we’re both out of breath, “Now, would you prefer to have the surgery at home or in New York?”
I glare at him and huff, “I’m not having the surgery, Liam.”
He bites, “Yes you are. You’re having the fucking surgery, Mercy.”
I clench my fists, “I’m not having it. You do not get a say, we are not together anymore. I don’t know why you’re here, but you need to go now.”
“You don’t know why I’m here?”
I shake my head, “No, but it doesn’t matter.”
“I’m here, because I fucking love you, because I’ve lost so many people to cancer and I can’t bear the thought of losing you. I’m here for myself, for your parents, for fucking Ivy. I will not allow you to make the same choice that Nash’s mom made. I will not let you choose death. Suicide by cancer is not a fucking option.”
My heart aches for what I can’t have and what he wants but can’t have. I’m also growing very tired of people telling me what to do. What happened to ‘my body, my choice’?
“This is my body, it’s my decision, Liam, I’m not having the surgery until after…”
“After what?”
I sigh, “When I have a baby, then I’ll have the operation.”
He laughs, “No clinic will touch you.”
“There are other ways to get pregnant, Liam,” I blurt out, which I immediately regret.
He turns red, and I’ve never been afraid of him, but I’ve never seen him like this, “If you think I’m going to let you fuck someone else to get pregnant, so you can commit suicide, you’ve lost your goddamned mind.”
“I’m sorry but I’m not yours anymore.”
“Oh, the fuck you aren’t, baby girl. Any man who touches what’s mine, will fucking die. I’m a doctor. I know how to kill a man and make it look like a fucking heart attack.”
He pushes me back and climbs on top of me, holding me down by my throat, “Have you already let another man touch what’s mine?”
“No,” I whisper.
“Good girl.”
He kisses me harder this time while his hands travel frantically all over my body. I should push him away, but I can’t. Every touch is like heaven. When he growls into my mouth, my pussy pulses with need.
“Do you have lube?”
“In the drawer,” I squeak, “But why?”
“I’m taking what’s mine, baby girl. Do you have a problem with that?”
I shake my head. But lube, we’ve never used lube. That can only mean one thing.
He gets the lube and yanks my pants and panties off me. Taking his pants off, I stare at his cock, my God, it’s fucking beautiful, thick, swollen a deep vein running down the underside.
“Did you miss me, baby girl?”
I bite my lip and nod.
He gets between my legs as he applies the lube to himself by stroking his length. “I’m not going to be gentle with you. I fucking hope it hurts like hell.”
I swallow hard.
