Mercy (Queen's Birds of Prey 1)

After closing the door on the men, she turned to look at him. But she was distracted by him standing there with an apron around his waist as well as flour in his hair. He wasn’t just appealing at this moment, but sexy. Mercy licked her lips, thinking of what this man could do for her that none other would.

“Stop it.” She looked at him in the face. His voice was low and tight. “Stop looking at me like I’m a piece of steak.”

“I’m not.”

Joel growled at her. Before she could tell him to more than likely to fuck off, Miley squealed. It set off her bird to think that someone could be harming the little girl. It took her a full minute to realized that the child was excited.

“Look, Dad. Not only a computer, but a tablet too. And a printer. I’ve never seen this one before, even at school.”

She was tearing into another box when Joel took Mercy by the hand and nearly dragged her to the bedroom. As soon as the door was closed, Mercy was pressed against the door with Joel’s mouth on hers.

His hands tore at her clothing. When his nails scraped over her flesh, making small wounds, he licked them. Christ, she was as wet as she’d ever been before. Joel had her breast bared, her bra torn to pieces. The heat of his mouth on her nipples, the way that he suckled hard on them, made her have little climaxes that devastated her body all the same.

The knock at the door had her moaning. Joel pulled away from her and stared at her. Covering herself when she saw the look on his face, a look of distain, she turned away from him and moved away from the door so that he could leave her alone.

Mercy wasn’t sure what to do now. Her body was on fire from what he’d done to her. His cock was stiff and hard too—she could see it as he left her alone in the room. But first things first, she needed to be dressed.

Being nearly naked made her feel stupid and confused. Dressing in the identical clothing that she’d had on before, Mercy decided it was time for her to stay. But the moment that she walked through the door, she could see that things were not going to be any better between them. The cable, it appeared, had been hooked up.

“I suppose this is your doing too?” She nodded and looked at Miley, who was staring at them like she was watching a good tennis match. Joel spoke through his teeth, his anger evident all over his body. “I will talk to you about this later.”

“She’s staying for dinner, Daddy. Right?” Joel looked like he could have easily bitten a nail in two when Miley asked him. Instead of saying anything, he walked, more like stomped, his way into the kitchen.

Mercy felt like she’d run a marathon and had come in dead last. Her body was spent and her mind a whirl of thoughts, not a one of them suitable for the child with her. As she tuned into what Miley was saying to her, Mercy realized how happy she was to have gotten the things today.

It took her until dinner was ready to get everything hooked up for Miley, and with only one contact with Jude. The printer was hooked up too—wireless, she found out—and three reams of paper to use on it. There was also a tablet, a camera, and a printer for pictures. Speakers to use on the stereo that had been brought in, as well as a big screen television. No wonder he was pissed. Jude had gone slightly overboard.

Dinner was quiet except for Miley. She talked about her project as well as the things in the living room. Not the things themselves, but the boxes and what to do with them. There were, of course, a great many of them.

“I’d not put them all out at once. And if you can cut them down and put them under your trashcan for pick up day, you won’t be announcing to the world that you’ve gotten all this.” Miley asked her why. “People will pick off houses that have gotten a payday like this one. So to keep yourself safe, just put them out one at a time, and never before trash day.”

“Are you familiar with the type of person that robs houses?” Joel was baiting her, and she didn’t care. The joy on Miley’s face was much too wonderful for him to put her in a pissy mood. So, Mercy told him that she was, as a matter of fact. “I just bet you are.”

“Dad, what is wrong with you?” Miley apologized about her dad’s behavior. “He’s usually so nice to people. It must be something that happened at work.”

“You have no idea. Some people will just throw themselves in front of you to get what they want.”

Mercy glared at Joel and pushed her plate away. The food now would catch in her throat, and she wanted to be gone.

He seemed to be in a better mood after that. She knew that it was because he thought he’d won. Perhaps he had. But she was finished with him driving her around, too. He could take the money or not; at this point, she didn’t give a shit any more.

As soon as the meal was finally at an end, she picked up her plate and took it to the sink. Miley said that she was going to bed, that she’d play with her things tomorrow, and that left the two of them alone in the kitchen.

“I would like for you to take me to my hotel.” He said he’d be glad to do, but the dishes needed washing up. “I don’t care about your stupid dishes, I want you to take me to my hotel right now.”

“I won’t leave the dishes undone simply because you have a burr up your ass about how poor Joel didn’t praise your name for intruding into our life when you had no right to.” She said she was helping Miley, not him. “And the big screen television? The cable? I can’t afford that. You will have it shut off.”

“There won’t be a charge for it. Someone that Jude knows has done it for you.” He snarled at her, then asked if she had fucked him too. “You bastard.”

The slap to his face was hard, she knew it was. But when he came at her, his face set, she backed away from him, fearful that she’d somehow gone too far. As soon as he drew back—to slap her back, she thought—Mercy felt her bird curl away from him, as if she was afraid too.

But instead of slapping her, he jerked her body to his by grabbing a handful of her hair. Her clothing was ripped from neck to hem again. This time he kissed her with a savagery that she’d never experienced before, what her body seemed to crave. Only from this man.

He picked her up by her ass. The only thing that her body wanted was to wrap around him, so she curled her legs around his hips as he took them to the bedroom again. Before they were even in the room, the door shut behind them, she was naked, his cock at her entrance.

Setting her on her feet, he held her while she tried to regain some of her equilibrium. But it was all in vain. As soon as he dropped to his knees, Joel was making a feast of her pussy.

Being quiet during sex had never been hard for her. But when he gave her pleasure, her body coming over and over, it was difficult for her to remain standing, much less keep her screams to herself. Reaching out into the room, she quieted it, made it so that no one would hear her, and let go of the blood thirsty scream that had been building up inside of her.