21. Mercy

I was avoidingChase like the plague. I knew Patrick would tell him about the incident earlier. It was only a matter of time. His loyalty to his friend would get in the way of our deal and then I would be screwed. So, I sat in Nick's room watching over him even though he was doing just fine. In fact, he was passed out from the drugs Patrick had snatched.

The door opened and Chase peeked his head in, destroying the illusion that I could escape him a little longer. "How is he?"

"Good," I answered. It wasn't like I could lie about his condition.

"Come here," he sighed, holding out his hand.

I tried to come up with some reason I had to stay with Nick, but found none. I walked over to the door, preparing myself for the inevitable smackdown I was about to get.

"So, how did things go with Patrick while you were gone?" he asked, a smirk tilting his lips.

My face flamed as I recalled Patrick's hand in the water. "What?" I laughed nervously. "Fine. Everything was fine. Why do you ask?"

"Because I know Patrick." He turned to face me, then backed me up against the wall, giving me no wiggle room. "And I also know you."

I swallowed hard, wondering what exactly that asshole told Chase. "What does that mean?"

"It means…" he said, grabbing a strand of my hair and toying with it. Then his eyes connected with mine again. "I know something happened. I'm just waiting for you to admit it."

Crap. "N-nothing. Everything was fine. I was in Nick's room the whole time. You know, taking care of him."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "The whole time?"

I nodded hesitantly. "Of course."

He leaned in, his nose running up and down my neck. I tried not to let my knees go weak from his touch, but it was impossible. My eyes slid closed and I grasped his shoulders to hold myself upright.

"You're sure?"

I nodded vigorously, trying to keep my shit together.

"Then why do you smell clean?"

His lips trailed up my neck, then skimmed across my jaw, making it impossible to think. "I…"

"You were a bad girl, weren't you?"

"N-no," I stumbled over the word.

His hand gripped my hip and he jerked me forward, grinding his pelvis against me. His thick cock prodded me, making it even harder to think about the best way out of this.

"Mercy," he growled under his breath. And then his hand slid from my hip and down to cup my pussy. I gasped from his touch, feeling like I was going to explode on the spot. His thumb brushed against my clit through my pants, but his hands might as well have been touching my skin with how turned on I was.

I panted, trying to think of something to say, anything that didn't sound like desperate pleading for him to touch me. My breath huffed out in uneven pants as he slowly circled my clit, pressing against it every now and then.

And then he took it a step further, gripping the side of my pants and yanking them down just enough to expose my pussy. I gasped at the cool air hitting me, making the touch of his fingers even more intense. I shivered as his fingers slid through my slick heat. A heaving gasp left my lips as he shoved two fingers inside me, emitting a low growl as he possessed me.

Dark circles filled my vision as he ever-so-slowly pumped his fingers in and out, dragging his thumb against my clit. "Chase," I panted over and over again as the fire built inside me. My fingernails dug into his skin, drawing blood as my orgasm detonated. I collapsed against his chest, but he didn't stop.

"Mercy, Mercy," he rumbled, flicking his thumb over my clit.

I sucked in a ragged breath, trying to stop the fissures from cracking wide open. But it was too late. Heat detonated inside me, sending me whirling for the second time in just under two minutes. I clung to him for dear life, hoping this was the end, but as his fingers entered me again, I knew this was far from over.

"Tell me, Mercy. Tell me or I won't stop."

I was about to make some snappy comeback about how stopping would be ridiculous, but I wasn't sure my pussy could handle too much more.

"Chase, please…"

"Tell me," he growled. "That's the only way this ends."

I whimpered, tears falling from my eyes as my body jerked again from how sensitive I was. His tongue slid up my face, licking up the tears as they fell, which only made him more possessive.

"Your tears are mine, Mercy. This body is mine. No one else's. Do you understand?"

I gasped as he pinched my clit, twisting it between his fingers until I was sobbing in his arms. "I'm sorry!"

"Sorry for what?"

"I called her!"

He dropped to his knees and pressed his mouth to my pussy, eating me like he was starving. I grabbed his hair between my fingers, holding him to me as his tongue slid over me until I clenched my legs around his head. When he finally came up for air, he pressed his lips to mine. I could taste myself on him, but didn't pull away. It was so erotic, reminding me why I fell for this man to begin with.

"Should I go again?" he whispered in my ear. "Or are you ready to tell me everything?"

I nodded shakily. There was no way I could take another round of that. I felt like I could pass out at any second, and Chase must have realized that because he pulled up my pants and hoisted me up into his arms, carrying me into the bedroom and kicking the door shut behind us.

Sitting down on the bed, he forced me to straddle his legs and held me over his erection—almost like a threat of what was to come if I didn't divulge my secrets.

"So, you called someone," he grumbled, his voice skating over my body. "Who was it?"

"Lucy," I said softly.

He pulled my hair back behind my shoulders and ran his hands in a caress down my back. "And why did you do that?"

When I didn't answer, he thrust his hips up, nudging his cock against my throbbing, swollen clit. "Mercy."

"Because I wanted to make sure she knew I was okay. And…"

"And what?"

"I…I just…needed her to know that I hadn't run out on her. She's my family."

"She's your friend," he corrected.

"Not to me. She's the only person in my life who doesn't treat me like I'm delicate."

He grunted in response.

"So…does this mean you forgive me?"

His hand slid back around my hair, tightening almost unbearably. "You knew you weren't supposed to call anyone."

"I'm—"

"No excuses, Mercy." He thrust upward, then rolled me over, pushing between my legs. "You knew you weren't supposed to call anyone, and now you'll suffer the consequences."

He kissed me hard, making me question what exactly the punishment was. Then he was gone, leaving me breathless as he grabbed my pants and jerked them off my legs. I spread for him, but when he grabbed my hips and turned me over, I knew this wasn't going to be the ride I was expecting.

He jerked my hips back until my ass was in the air, then held me in place as he rubbed his cock against my ass. I gasped, looking over his shoulder. He was naked. When the hell did he get naked? The dark look in his eyes told me I was in for a long night. Then he lined his cock up with my pussy and growled at me.

"Never fucking lie to me, Mercy."

Then he thrust so hard inside me that I jerked forward, only to be tugged back by my hair. I gasped at the fullness settling deep inside me.

"Hang on, Mercy. Things are about to get rough."