Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
MERCER
I got word that they refused to hand over the docks. I wasn’t shocked. I’d just hoped I would have had a nice night in, instead of a bloody one out. Still, I arranged my men, made my plans, and organized the shit that was about to go down tonight. It would be last minute, but I didn’t anticipate problems. These men were nobodies, small fish trying to swim in a big pond, but their fins would have never carried them far.
Popcorn hit my forehead and bounced off. When I looked up, Bellamy was grinning. “What are you concentrating so hard on?”
“Do that one more time, little girl, and you’ll pay,” I growled before letting my gaze fall back on my coded notes. “Just ironing out plans for tonight.”
“So you can kill people.”
“They made their choice.” I shrugged.
“And they choose to keep what was theirs, what they worked hard for. Do you blame them?”
“No, I don’t.” I picked up the popcorn that had bounced off my forehead and shoved it into my mouth. “But business is business, and it's not personal.”
“Tell that to their families.”
I rolled my eyes. “Little girl, you’re too fucking soft to be attached to three men like us if you think we care about their families. If it makes you feel better, we’ll send them anonymous flowers.”
“It makes me feel better. Slightly.” She threw another piece of popcorn at me, egging me on. “And I’m not little.”
I shoved the new piece of popcorn in my mouth before I stood and stalked toward the couch she was on. “What did I say about throwing popcorn at me?”
“I can’t remember.” She batted those lashes like a weapon.
“I said you’d pay,” I growled before I dropped a knee on the couch next to her and leaned in close enough to her lips that I could hear the hitch in her breath. “I never go back on promises.”
“Max is watching,” she breathed.
“Max, leave us,” I ordered.
“Aight, boss.” His footsteps echoed as he walked away.
“You’ve got a house full of contractors,” she pointed out.
“Mmm.” I licked her face and her nose scrunched in disgust. “All who are on our payroll. They’ve been vetted. We’ve used the same men for every project for years. Bonuses. Holiday pay. Do you think they’d give that up for you, little girl? Nah, men aren’t as chivalrous as you seem to think. We’re selfish creatures, always getting what we want.”
She jutted out her chin and cocked her head. “Do your worst.”
I smirked. “Don’t you mean best?”
“Matter of opinion.”
“Opinion? Baby, it’s fact,” I whispered, and before I could say more, she lifted the bowl of popcorn and dumped it over my head, the little pieces raining down over me.
“You’re going to pay for that!” I huffed, brushing off pieces before placing my body over hers, nearly crushing her into the couch. Her thigh came up, rubbing against my own, and I knew the motion was unintentional. But it drove me wild, causing lust to hit my veins and send electricity through them. “Careful, little girl. If you’re not ready for me to finish what I started weeks ago in my mind, then you better watch how you move under me.”
She laughed. “In your mind?”
“What?” I raised a brow, daring her to say more. “You think I haven’t pictured all the ways and places I could bend you over and bury my cock inside of you?”
“You’re so crass.”
“I’m not Adam. Sure as fuck not Ace. If you want a gentleman, you’re teasing the wrong man.” But something told me she didn’t want a gentleman, at least not all the time. I dropped my hip, rubbing my hard cock between her legs. “Tell me, little girl, was it good for you this morning?”
“Wa-was what good?” Her voice reflected just how much her heartbeat picked up.
“Fucking my best friend.” I smirked as embarrassment flashed in her eyes and she tried to turn away. “Did you crave more? Did he make you beg?” When she didn’t answer, I supplied, “I’d make you beg. “
I started off slowly, flexing my hips in the slightest movement, and it was torture. I wanted this girl, wanted to fuck her so damn bad, but I knew that after this morning, I should give her time. She was new to this, and fucking me so soon after she had Adam might be too much, especially in her condition.
Her eyes fluttered. “Oh, God.”
“I’ve been called worse things.” I ground into her. “Beg for me, let me hear you ask for what you want?”
“No.” She arched into me.
“Too good to beg? Hmm.” I leaned down, running my nose over her hair, making a trail to her ear. When I reached it, I demanded, “Say you’re ours. All of ours. Beg me to prove we’re worth it.”
“No.” Her breath was cut off by my cock rubbing against her.
“No, you’re not ours? Or no, you won’t beg?” I pressed, “Say the word or I’ll stop now.”
Her hand shot up, gripping my bicep to hold me in place. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” I taunted, knowing damn well what she didn’t want me to do. Stop. She didn’t want me to stop and fuck that, I didn’t think I could. But I wanted to hear the words, wanted her to give me a little something in return for the orgasm we both knew I was too weak to hold back on.
“Don’t stop.”
“Was that a beg?” I taunted.
“Never.”
“So feisty and stubborn for a girl whose nails are digging into my arms, trying to hold me in place,” I observed. “Say you want us.”
Fuck.
Her body felt so fucking good grinding against mine. I was nearly weak trying to hold back. I leaned closer, biting her ear before whispering. “I’d bet you’d look fucking beautiful with Ace’s cock down your throat. Do you think he’d moan your name?” I paused. “Or mine as I held your hair, guiding you over his dick, learning the ways he likes to be sucked off.”
She whimpered, her legs tightening on my hips as her body rocked against my length, and I wanted to give it to her. Wanted to give it all to her. But not nearly as much as I wanted to hear the words, the ones proclaiming she belonged to me. I was never selfish, always willing to share, and the flesh of her naked body would be no exception.
Ours.
“Say you’re fucking ours.”
Her throat bobbed. Her head thrashed in defiance, and I liked this side of her. No, I fucking loved it. Our meek little queen had some fight in her. I never doubted it. I’d seen glimpses here and there, always craving more. But this only proved she was made for us, made to take whatever shit we gave, made to take and give, however we pleased.
I reached a hand down, stopping my thrust to cup her pussy. “These shorts do nothing to hide your want, little one. In fact, you’re so fucking wet, you’ve soaked through.”
Her head turned away from my gaze, and I used my hand to force her eyes back as I slipped my fingers inside her shorts and underwear, cupping her bare cunt, letting her want coat my palm. “Is all this for me?”
She didn’t need to answer. I could tell by the pulse beating in her neck. I dipped a finger inside of her, coating my finger before I brought it back to her clit. The sound of her voice was so fucking pretty with my name on her lips. “Please, Mercer.”
“Are you… begging?” I pressed down on her clit, taunting her with the orgasm I knew she was close to.
“No.”
“So fucking stubborn.” I laughed. I pulled my hand away. “Only good girls get rewarded.”
Peeling my body off hers was physically painful, but I’d not give in. I wanted ownership. I wanted begging. I wanted her to know that I’d give her fucking anything outside the bedroom, but inside, I wanted her to give. I wanted her begging. Pleading. Giving me all the fucking things I deserved so I could give her what she earned.
Straddling her hip, I pulled my dick out, biting my lip to hide how pleased it made me to see those beautiful green eyes widen at the sight of my cock. I stroked the length, feeling my balls tighten from how worked up I already was. It took four pumps before I was coming, ropes of cum spraying over her shirt and coating her neck. My head tilted back, and my eyes closed as my orgasm tore a long moan from my throat.
My chest was heaving as I looked down at her again, satisfied with my work. “Next time, give me what I fucking want, and I’ll give you what you want in return.” I climbed off of her, not giving one ounce of fucks that she was tussled and wanting. I reached down, offering her my hand to help her up. “You should really get cleaned up. You’ve got a meeting about a dress showing up?—“
The doorbell rang.
“Now.”
She stumbled up, refusing to take my hand as she panicked and rushed forward. She stomped past Adam, where he leaned against the archway. He waited until she was gone before he praised, “Glorious. That was fucking glorious.”