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“I’d rather make you scream; help you claw your way to the top. You’ll need an attitude adjustment to get there, but I don’t mind using your own tools against you.” I grab his stool and pull it closer to me. “I won’t fuck you unless you’re begging for it, and we both know your pride won’t let you beg. Guess we’re at an impasse.”
Don’t forget me. Don’t ignore me. See me for who I am and notice me because I’m worthy. Look through the bullshit and accept all my broken. Someone. Please. See me.
I’m a sucker for punishment, but more than that, I’m a pleaser.
Feisty little hoodlum on the streets, lingerie wearing badass in the sheets. Literal perfection. I really hope he begs for sex soon.
The guy can wear no wrong. I wonder what kind of panties he’s got on under there.
he’s turned thumb-sucking into something sexual and submission into a way to shut down his brain to give himself a break.
he’s harshly cute, sinisterly sexy, defiantly desirable,
“I don’t cuddle,” I say, backing up towards him. Backing up so far that my ass hits his groin and my back hits his chest. “I hate cuddling.” “Okay,” he says, half asleep. I back up a little more because… “I’ll be your wall, Mercer.” Goddamn him for getting it.
“You should come with a warning label. Little Demon: All. The. Hazards. All of them. I’m sewing it in all your clothes.”
“Mr. Blake Carter’s line, his little demon speaking. How may I help you?” Mercer takes it upon himself to answer.
“You want to keep me in there all night, little demon?” Preferably all life. Longer than the night. I want him inside me all the time, and I hate him for making me this way.
“Oh, I want him to notice. I want him to know that while he neglected you, I accepted you. That he wasn’t strong enough to handle someone as fucking incredible as you, but I’m strong enough to embrace you. I want him to know that his fuck ups are my rewards. You, Mercer, are mine, and I want him to know it. I caught your relationship slip-up.”
I never realized good feels can be just as overbearing as bad ones.
“I respect you,” he tells me, making me whimper. “But I will fucking use you like you want to be used. I can do both. Understand?”
“Mercer is mine. Mercer is yours. Mercer is fucking badass with all the strength in the world. He doesn’t need to suck his fingers and hide from his family. My Mercer is the strongest person I know.”
Maybe healing hurts and he knows it, and a man like Blake isn’t afraid to make it hurt if it’s going to help me later. Maybe this is therapy, better than anything I’ve ever had before because it’s working.
With one more heave and a shuddering breath, I rise as Mercer Bentley and look at the man who reminded me who the fuck I am.
“You’re going to ruin my life,” Blake says with a smile on his face. “And make it fucking fun. You’re going to be my brat when you want to be, my partner all the time, and my good little boy when you need to be reminded how fucking important you are. You know what I’m going to be for you?” I shake my head, crying again. Desperate to know what he’s going to be for me. Wondering if he’s as psychotic as I am, falling this hard this soon. “Everything. Yours. You fucking own me, Mercer. I’m not going anywhere.”
“You make me stronger.” “No,” he groans, wrapping a hand around my throat. “I remind you that you’re strong. Everything else is all you.”
“Blake?” “Yeah, baby.” “Thanks for… seeing me.” He smiles at me, still sweaty and exhausted. “I’ll never stop looking, Mercer.”
“I’m okay,” I tell him. I’m overwhelmed to high hell, but I’m managing. I guess I do that now. I manage. New life skill.
“Losing you isn’t an option for me anymore.”
“This is our starting point. Me and you, Mercer. Wherever the fuck you wanna go in life, no matter who you are or who you want to be, it’s me and you.”
“Fuck knows how you did it, little demon, but you did.” His lips move against mine, kissing and confessing together. “Did what?” “Made me yours.”
processing my trauma is a good first step, but learning to trust myself and those around me is another good step.
His eyes water a little. “Make me weepy. I only said that because you’re bound to be an ugly crier and I was trying to be modest because I’m not.”
“Why have you been googling men’s tailors? Having a suit made for something I don’t know about, you secretive dick? No wonder I need to snoop.”
He straightens his back and composes himself. “I bought it. Never moved in. Will you fucking live here with me, you satanic little demon?”
got dicked-down and bred by the god of thunder last night.
“I need you to do that thing where you smother me with your body and touch me all over while I sleep.” “You mean cuddle?” I scoff. “No.”
