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I’ve never seen a guy in lingerie before.
A bit touchy? The guy is all devil and no angel.
I’ll get awkward because eye contact isn’t my favourite thing. I’d rather watch than be looked at.
“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.”
My chest wants to warm at that, but my diminished worth reminds me I’m nothing but a hindrance and an annoyance. Blake doesn’t care about me. I’d rather make you scream and help you claw your way to the top.
“Blake,” she says, and I take back all the nice things I thought about her. She’s a bitch and so is he. Both of them are just bitchy bitches and I will not stand for it.
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.
“Because I saw your ass in lacy lingerie, and it fucked up all my brain wires.” I smirk at him. “I knew you eye-fucked me.” “Because you don’t trust anyone,”
Feisty little hoodlum on the streets, lingerie wearing badass in the sheets. Literal perfection. I really hope he begs for sex soon.
“And this one doesn’t matter at all because you’re strong either way, but you have me. I know you’ve been alone in this forever, but you aren’t anymore. For whatever that’s worth.”
“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.”
“You should come with a warning label. Little Demon: All. The. Hazards. All of them. I’m sewing it in all your clothes.”
“Such a good boy, Mercer.” “Call me a demon,” he rasps, lust dripping from his voice. “My demon. Mine.” “Mm, yes.”
“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. If I’m always full of him, he can never abandon me. “I’d rather you put your cock back inside me to keep it all in there until you’re ready to come again.”
It’s not a game, but it’s a puzzle or something, and I love solving it. You. I… like solving you.”
“Like what?” he asks, smirking because he thinks I’m going to drop to my knees and worship his sexiness. “Like yourself,” I tell him honestly. “This. This whole fucking thing is you.” I run my eyes up and down the height of him.
Fuck, Mercer Bentley! Do not fall in love with a thirty-year-old assassin!
“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.”
“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.”
“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.”
“I’m proud,” I admit honestly. “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.”
But on the other hand, he is my precious little baby and I will stop at nothing to ensure he is safe.
Mercer Bentley is my only priority. Because I fucking love that little brat.
Well, goddammit! I’m a brat because it’s my coping method! Gah! I really wanted that to be my actual personality, and like hell am I letting it go. The brat life is for me, and I’m not giving it up.
Blake laughs. “Deal.” He grips my chin, pressing his lips to mine. “No buts, baby.” I wrap my arms around him and admit I feel the same. “No buts.” I love you, Blake.
Against my lips in a raspy whisper, he says, “Fuck me like there are no buts, Blake.” Fuck me like you love me.
“I love you, okay? With no buts. Fuck knows how that happened, since you were my jailor and all,” he scoffs. His hand leaves my mouth. “You saw me.” He swallows audibly. “And loved me anyway.” Vulnerability and insecurity flash in his eyes, but when he blinks, it’s gone. “I love you, Blake. Sorry?”
