Indulgence (6 page)

Another fucking warning.

I didn’t get any more time to contemplate that screwed up
metaphor because he grabbed the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it up over my
head, then he was snapping open the clasp on my bra. Air and X’s hard gaze
prickled my skin as he pushed me onto Weiss’ desk, my ass colliding painfully
with the corner. I cried out as my back hit the surface and X moved over me,
his mouth clamping down on my nipple. He sucked hard, his feet on the floor and
his crotch grinding into mine. I bucked into him, wanting more pressure
everywhere
.

Fuck, he was
good
.

He licked a trail to my other breast, biting my nipple hard.
It fucking hurt, but the sensation only made my arousal flare hotter within me.
As if he sensed I was going to come without even seeing his cock, he pulled
away and began stripping off my jeans. He shoved his hands under my ass and
tugged, removing the annoying denim and my knickers at the same time.

It was then that I realized I was lying naked,
exposed
,
on Weiss’ desk, with a very dangerous man standing over me. A man who was
apparently capable of anything.

X undid the fly on his jeans, pushing them off his hips and
my gaze flickered from his down to his cock. And fuck…his cock. He was already
fully hard and when he sprang free, it stood tall and primed. I wanted it in
me.

Without a word, he grabbed my legs and tugged me forward. I
gasped, waiting for the moment he’d impale me, but his hands clamped down on my
hips and I was unceremoniously flipped over, my tits and face pressed against
the desktop.

My entire body quivered as he spread my legs, my ass
sticking up in the air. God, I just wanted him to put it in and fuck me.

Clamping his hands on my ass, he slid his cock between my
cheeks, pumping a few times, his breathing beginning to get heavier. Abruptly,
his thumb brushed against the puckered hole of my ass and I flinched.

“I don’t… I’ve never…” I gasped.

“It’ll hurt,” he said, circling. “But it’s a good pain. A
really fucking good pain.” He pressed the pad of his thumb harder against my
skin as the head of his cock slid into my slick pussy and just as the pressure
increased, he pulled out and left me hanging.

He hadn’t touched my clit or put a finger inside me to
stretch my pussy but I was already primed to take his cock. My legs started to
quake with need, the overwhelming urge to beg lingering on my lips. I wouldn’t
stoop to those levels. I wouldn’t give X all the power. I wouldn’t…

He rubbed the underside of his cock through my ass cheeks,
folding his body over mine.

“What do you say, Mercy?” he murmured, lips grazing my
shoulder blade. Hands rubbed up and down my back before circling around to
fondle my clit.

I thrust my ass back into him. “Fuck you.”

X snarled, his hands clamping down on my hips, teeth sinking
into my skin. It hurt, but he was right. It was a good kind of pain. I was so
aroused, any touch was mainlining right into my pussy.

Fuck him.

He rubbed his thumb through my folds, smearing my arousal to
my ass and he repeated the same pressure as before, sliding the head of his
cock just inside my quivering pussy.

“Just fuck me,” I growled, my fingers curling over the edge
of the desk.

“Not until you beg,” he replied, pulling out and thrusting
again.

Not deep enough. Nowhere near
enough
.

Fuck, he was going to break me. Is that what he did for
Royal Blood? He tortured people with his cock? He was good at it. Maybe he was
a sick son of a bitch who got off on other people’s pain. The ultimate cock
blocker.

X rubbed the head of his cock through my folds, down to my
clit and back again, repeating the process until I moaned loudly.

“I can do this all night,” he said. His voice was steady,
not giving away anything. He was always so in fucking control it made anger
flare deep inside me.

“Selfish fuck,” I hissed.

“I hear you’re the kind of woman who fucks men, not the
other way around.” His cock dipped inside my pussy again. “Well, Mercy…” My
name rolled off his lips with such
hunger
, it made me screw my eyes shut
tightly. “I fuck women. They don’t fuck me. If you want to come, you have to
beg.”

“What if I don’t?” I gasped, trying to force myself onto his
dick.

“Then I’ll get dressed, walk out and find another hole to
stick my cock in.”

“Shit, you’re a fucking romantic.”

“I prefer the term, realist.”

“Heartless,” I whispered, finally getting the meaning behind
his tattoo. The space over his heart was empty for a reason. He was empty
inside. Soulless. It had to be.

X snarled, fisting a hand into my hair and jerking my head
back. “Fucking say it,” he growled. “Beg for it.”

Weiss was right. Fuck him, but don’t get involved in his
games. X was dark. There was no grey in his world. That was the thing, though.
My world had gone dark months ago, too. Maybe not pitch black like that of the
man whose cock I wanted, but dark enough.

My ass was in the air, X’s cock was hot against my most
private parts and rationality had ceased to exist. I was an animal, primed and
ready and I needed to fuck. Semantics didn’t even come into it at this stage.
All I wanted was a cock in my pussy and there was one pushing at my opening,
waiting for the word.

“Please,” I whispered. “Please, X. Fuck me.”

He thrust hard, sliding home deep inside my pussy and I
cried out, my eyes widening at the sensation. I was so aroused, I felt every touch
in my core, collecting, waiting to spill over and claim me.

He drew out and pounded into me again, our skin slapping
together. Then he let go of himself and thrust over and over, slamming into me
with unbearable force, my orgasm building fast. I panted and moaned as he hit
home again and again, fingers digging painfully around the edges of the desk,
holding on for dear life. I had no idea how the hell I was going to survive the
explosion that was swelling inside my pussy. I had no bloody choice in the matter.

X grunted and buried deep, holding firm and my legs quaked.
If it wasn’t for the desk, I’d have collapsed a long time ago. He rotated his
hips, massaging that spot deep inside that made me squirm.

“Do you like that, Mercy?” He slapped my ass with a sharp
crack and I cried out, pain searing through my sensitive skin. “Is that what
you wanted?”

“Yes,” I gasped. Yes, because I did. I enjoyed being fucked
over Weiss’ desk. I liked the biting sting of X’s hands as he slapped and tore
at my skin. I liked his cock driving into me. From the first moment I saw him,
I wanted this. I was just too stubborn to realize it.

He drew his cock out of me, leaving the head just inside.
Without warning he thrust again, the same time he slapped my ass, the desk
jerking and sliding an inch across the floor with the force.

X grunted loudly, his fingers biting into my hips, then
trailing along my waist before coming to rest either side of my head.

“Hold on Mercy,” he breathed. “I’m not stopping. Not for
fucking anything.”

“Even if Weiss walks in?” I bit out.

“Especially not if Weiss walks in.”

That was all the warning he gave me as he started pounding
into me from behind, his body anchored over mine, his hands on the desk.
Impersonal, disconnected…but it felt so fucking good. He possessed me for his
own pleasure, but his pleasure would be heightened by my own. When I inevitably
came, it would be hard and I’d milk his cock until he was empty.

I felt my muscles tightening as my orgasm broke through,
claiming my body, but then I felt something else I wasn’t expecting. X slid his
hand between our bodies and pressed a finger into my ass. All it did was push
my orgasm to new heights I’d never felt before. It was an entirely foreign
sensation and on instinct, my body bucked into his touch and his finger sunk
deeper as he fucked my pussy with his cock.

God…I couldn’t…

I screamed as I forgot where I was. I screamed my pleasure
and fuck it felt good to let go. X was right. He was so fucking right I hated
him.

He stiffened against me as his own orgasm spurted deep
inside my pussy, his cock filling me to the brim as he pumped and pumped, his
thumb circling in my ass, milking every last ounce of pleasure out of me.

Finally, I slumped over the desk, my fingers slackening
their hold. X circled his hips one last time before pulling his cock out of me
painfully slow. When he was gone from both places, I felt empty, a strange
hollowness settling into my soul. What the fuck was with that?

Shoving up onto my elbows, I steadied my wobbly legs.

“Get dressed,” X barked.

“But-” I could still feel what he left inside me.

He threw my jeans at me. “Get dressed.”

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting after such an amazing
fuck, but it wasn’t quite this.

X pulled his boxers on and I found myself staring at his ass
wondering if I’d get to fuck him again.
Stupid bitch
, I thought.
You
were just a night of entertainment
.

He stepped into his jeans and dragged them up, finally
glancing up at me. I was still naked, clutching my clothes to my chest. His
eyebrow quirked, but that was the only emotion I got from him. If that was good
or bad, I didn’t know.

“Do I have to dress you myself?” he barked, snapping me out
of my daze.

“Fuck you,” I spat.

“I did.”

“God, you’re a pig,” I hissed, turning my back to him and
trying to dress myself with shaky hands.

I yanked my jeans on and let out a gasp as I felt X behind
me, his bare chest pressing into my back. He didn’t move to take me, to kiss,
or caress. He just towered over me, his hot breath fluttering against my neck,
the entire room reeking with the musky stench of sex. Fuck, I was wet again and
it wasn’t X’s parting gift, either.

After a moment he said, “Where do you live?”

“Excuse me?”

“Where. Do. You. Live?”

Before I could stop myself, I replied, “An apartment
building. Across the river.”

“Take me.”

I froze, my fingers fumbling with the button on my jeans. X
lowered his head, his lips grazing my shoulder. After such a violent and
impersonal fuck on Weiss’ desk, it was such a tender gesture it scared the hell
out of me. Did X even have feelings? I seriously doubted it.

“Mercy.”

I leaned back into his chest as his hands came up to palm my
breasts and my body sparked into life again. X was well on his way to being
hard again and all I could think about was going for round two. Three and four
if I could take it.

I was so fucked.

X

When I enter a building for the first time, there are
certain things I instantly look for. Windows, doors and which was the exit that
would get me out of there the quickest.

Usually.

This time, I followed Mercy up a set of stairs, my gaze
firmly planted on her ass. I didn't look for the exits, or the vantage points.
I looked at her ass, wondering what it'd be like to fuck her there rather than
just sticking my finger in.

The whole ride over, she sat on the back of my bike, legs
spread behind me, arms wrapped around my waist and it was all I could think
about.

One fuck wasn't going to be enough. I couldn't fuck her the
way I wanted to on Weiss' desk. Not if I was going for round two.

Sex was usually an impersonal affair. It was all about the
climax and nothing else. I didn’t care what her name was, where she lived, what
she liked, what she did. I only cared about releasing the pent up tension in my
body. Fucking was perfect for that. It helped that I was handsome and knew it.
If I didn’t want to try too hard, all I had to do was walk up to my choice and
she would do the rest. Then it was up to me to finish her off.

Mercy went to unlock her door, her fingers trembling and
slipping on her keys. It took her a couple of attempts to slide it home and a
moment later the door was swinging open into her dark apartment.

I walked in behind her, realizing we hadn't uttered a word
to each other since Weiss’ office. Somehow, we didn’t need to. We already understood
what was going to happen between us, so why ruin the moment and talk about it.

She went to flip on the light, but I caught her wrist. I
didn’t want to see her home. I didn’t want to form a connection with it. I
didn’t want to learn anything about Mercy Reid, other than what got her off.

She stared at me in the dark as I kicked the front door
closed with my boot, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. Dropping her hand,
she fisted my shirt and led me through the darkness into another room.

It smelt like her. Like the spicy vanilla perfume she wore.
It was her bedroom.

I began to undress, the frenzy that had overcome me in the
bar was sated for now and this time it was more about savoring the fuck instead
of taking it.

I watched her as she stripped in front of me. I watched as
she sat on the bed, her eyes traveling the length of my body. My cock was hard
again and all I wanted was her lips around it.

Standing before her, I fisted a hand into her black hair,
curling my fingers tightly against her scalp and forced her toward me. She
didn’t fight, she didn’t say anything, she just opened her mouth and wrapped
her lips around my crown and sucked. Hard.

Letting out a sharp breath as her tongue flicked across the
tip of my dick, I thrust deeper into her mouth, taking what I wanted. Mercy
took me all the way and gagged as I hit the back of her throat. Her mouth was
so fucking warm.

As I pulled back, she bared her teeth, dragging along my hot
skin and I groaned, my balls flaring. Fuck, she knew how to suck dick. She knew
how to suck it real good.