"Do you know my landlord? Is that why he won't worry?"
My hands cease and rest on the back of the couch while I stare at the ottoman. Time for the complete truth. "I guess you could say I know him pretty well, considering I'm the one you've been paying rent to."
"You?I don't believe it! I pay some company called—"
"AMS Holdings," we say at the same time. Mercy's voice trails off as she swivels around to stare at me, stark disbelief in her eyes.
"Believe it.Amos Mitchell Shay.You didn't think it was odd that utilities and internet were included in the rent for asingle-familyhome? I knew from the moment I saw you that I had to have you. Keeping the utilities in my name ensured the companies wouldn't need to talk to you to confirm cancellation or raise questions when you didn't pay."
Her brow furrows. "Rental houses were so hard to find. Was that why the house seemingly popped up out of nowhere?"
"Yes." I stare deeply into her green orbs. "And now you know what a Shay will do to get his woman, Mercy. I cared enough about you to plot and plan for an entire year to get you here. You're mine now, baby. All mine."
Mercy doesn't say anything. Just turns back around and wears a thoughtful expression. I don't want her to think too much on everything, though.
"You got the book ready?" At her nod, I walk between the couch and the ottoman. "Scoot to the corner, okay?"
When she's wedged into the corner, I sit and stretch out so I'm lying in her lap.
"What are you doing?" she nervously laughs.
This woman. "Don't you remember? I feed you, you feed me. You'regonnaread to me, and I'mgonnaeat from your sweet tits." I sit up a bit and take thehemof her shirt in hand, pulling it up. "Arms up, kitten. Come on, now...arms up."
Her breathing picks up, but she stays relaxed enough for me to get her shirt off and unhook her bra.
Once they're undone, I use a finger to slowly push one strap at a time off the gentle slope of her shoulders to expose her luscious breasts as I pull the straps down her arms.
"It's okay, sweet girl. We've done this before. You just relax and focus on reading the book to me. We're bothgonnachill and enjoy ourselves, all right?"
When her chin dips in agreement, I settle back down and rest my head on the arm of the couch so I can comfortably reach her nipple with my mouth. "Grab the book. You can put it on my shoulder while you read."
Her voice rings out hesitantly as she picks up in the passage where we left off before. I let her get a few words out before I make my move, rubbing my mouth all around her nipple and areola while curving my hand around her waist. Every time my mouth touches her sensitive flesh, she stumbles over her words. It's the cutest thing. But I need to feed. Need her to soothe the beast inside of me.
I feather my affection over her nipple to get her used to my touch again, only halfway listening until her next sentences jump out at me.
"I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other."
The words strike me with a stab to my heart. I've read it so many times before, but never has it had so muchmeaningto me as it does right here, right now in this moment.
Frankenstein's monster hungered for love, feeling there was no one in the world for him. Being denied doesn't stop the heart from yearning for more.
A weed is just as desperate for the warmth of the sun as the most beautiful flower is, and the love that I have for Mercy is unlike any other.
She'smy sun. Like my biological mom was for my dad before she passed. Like my living mom is now for my dad. And, following in the footsteps of my father, whether I deserve her or not, I'm going to spend the rest of my days basking in the warmth of her rays.
I wrap my lips around her areola and suck, feeling her nipple brush the roof of my mouth.Mhmm, she tastes so good. Smells good, too. I don't know which is better—her natural scent, or mine overlaying hers.
Slow, wet noises fill the room, joining with the words from the book as I nurse from her and run my tongue around her areola. I’d planned for this to be a relaxing session, but I feel the monster within my ownself risingwith each word she reads. I need more. I need her to want me.
Popping off, I rub my stubble all over her poor little nipple, scraping it raw. I'mgonnahave to get her some ointment so she doesn't hurt too badly.Mercy misses more and more words, squirming at theabradingintensity.God, her bud makes me want to suck it so hard.SoI do.
Ravenous, I suddenly latch on, ferociously sucking as much of her tit in my mouth as I can and pulling hard on her nipple.
"Ohhhh..." she keens, book dropping as her fingers twitch on my shoulders. Let's see how she likes some teeth. If this morning was any indication, it’sgonnadrive her wild.
Moving my hand from her waist to her tit to hold it steady, I gently grab her nipple between my teeth then slowly pull back, stretching it from its base.
Her hands flutter, alternately pushing and pulling my shoulders at the sensation. "Agh!" she yelps.
