Mercy (Salacious Players Club, #4)

by Sara Cate

We run different races to cross the same finish line.

I’m probably using this house to cover up something that I haven’t had enough therapy to identify yet.

“And nothing on that list could be crazier than anything we’ve done. Isabel is getting railed by two guys at once. I’ve been auctioned off at Salacious in my underwear, and Mia…well, Mia clearly has no shame.” “Nope,” Mia replies proudly, and I laugh. For a girl who literally uses masturbation as a performance piece, she’s the last person I would ever feel embarrassed around.

And Brat Tamer is just comical. As if I don’t get called the babysitter enough, now even my own kinks want me to be the nanny.

I think you’ve been lied to by so much toxic masculinity in your short, sweet life that you believe real men have to be dominant, so you won’t let yourself accept the truth that you’re really submissive, and the idea of a woman taking control over you secretly turns you on.

Watching porn is a lot like opening a bottle of wine. Once you’ve popped that cork, you have to just see it through and drink the whole thing.

I want so badly to make him mine. Make him do whatever I want. Use him, claim him, show him off, keep him.

this guy wants to be my fuck boy, and God help me…I want to let him.

his hard body pressed against my less hard backside. Okay, it’s more than less hard, it’s downright pillowy. But he doesn’t seem to mind.

In about two hours, having a conversation at this table will be difficult, considering the people behind the curtain next to us will be in full orgy mode.

That’s important, but you’re too codependent in your sexuality. You’ve trained yourself to believe that your pleasure relies on theirs. You’ve been trained to be a people pleaser and a service lover. But what you need is to be dominant and take your pleasure without obligation to anyone else.”

Emerson would have my head if he knew what I had planned for his son, but with his track record, he really has no room to talk.

I feel like I’m in school. A kinky sex school with a teacher who looks even more nervous than me.

This time, I’m in control, and if there’s going to be a power struggle between us, I’m going to win.

he creeps toward me in a position that should be humiliating, but is somehow sensual and sublime.

All I know is that I am hers—in all the ways. And I did not see that coming.

If he wants to worship you, let him.

She looks like heaven—if heaven was a filthy sin.

When Beau is desperate and afraid, he feeds off the emotions of others, so I won’t give him mine.

“I just want to…see how much he can take. Then I want to…kiss it all better.”

“I’m not perfect, by any means. But I want to be…for you. I’ve never been in love before,” he says, and my breath hitches. “I thought I was. But it never felt like this. I never wanted to be better for anyone. Maggie…my heart is yours. Do whatever you want with it.”

He is totally at my will, and it’s actually really beautiful.