by Lucian Bane
Beg For Mercy
A Dark Conclusion
By Lucian Bane
© 2015 by Lucian Bane
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Dedication
This book is dedicated to my beautiful, amazing, gorgeous wife. I love you forever. Thank you so much for putting up with me, for believing in me, for loving me.
Acknowledgements:
KIM POE! THANK YOU. You literally saved my ass in so many ways. I don’t know how to thank you enough. It has been quite a ride and I would not have stayed on the pony express had it not been for you. Bottom of my heart thank you.
JAN KINDER. Huge hugs sweetheart. You came in on that white horse, your sword and shield in hand, hacking and whacking at the endless jobs that will never really be done, lol. Nice to have you on board.
SUPER DUPER THANKS To the AWESOME BETA READERS:
KELLY MALLET~ LORAINE CAMBELL~HILLARY SUPPES~TAMMY SINGLETON-BURCH, JAN KINDERand TERRIE MEERSCHAERT!
And now, thank you to my ENTIRE TEAM!
LADIES! BOOM BRINGERS! HOLY HELL, YOU ALL ROCK SO HARD!
MERCY DIVISION
FB Groups Team: Cathy Schisel Knuth & Catherine Byerly Coffman
Tsu: Hilary Suppes & Robin Cornelius
Instagram: Louisa Gray
Twitter Team: Kristin Hoard, Nan Lindsay & Michelle Fortress Brown
Google +: Jenny McKinney Shephard & Kathi Goldwyn
DOM WARS DIVISION~ Jan Wade (ROYAL PRINCESS)
FB Groups Team: Captain: Terrie Meerschaert (Sherri Maughan former co-captain)
TSU: Jessie Mora LLewellyn & Tina Eastridge Henry
Instagram: Lianne Heaps : Joy Chapman
Twitter: Katherine DiLauro & Alicia Huckleby
Google +: Mary Forster & Katherine DiLauro
MERGED DIVISIONS
Goodreads Team: Kimmy Johnson, Nathalie Pinette & Jan Kinder
FB Pimping Team: Lorraine Campbell Darcy
FB Contests Team: Lorraine Campbell Darch & Kelly Mallett
Amazon Team: Elaine Kelly & Edith Dubielak
AWESOME PARTY TEAM
Tammy Singleton Burch
Nan Lindsey
Linda Kidwell
Due to space restrictions, the entire list of team members can be found at the end of this great ass book!
Game Winners in Beg For Mercy
Game: What Does Sade’s mother look like: Louisa Gray (Picture)
Island Amenities: Emma Jane Marie, Tami Czenkus, Agnese Kohn (Pictures)
Speed Game: When Sade was 3 years old, some of the things he did
Ellie Masters 1. avoid every crack on the sidewalk, just to make sure he didn't break his mother's back. And: 2. He would draw a picture of an angel and put it under his mother's pillow to protect her. 3. He saved his money so his mommy didn't have to sleep with all those bad men. 4. save earth worms
Kim Poe cried at the animals dead on the side of the road
Tammy Singleton Burch 1. Dressed up as a super hero and say he'd save her from all the bad pple 2. Gave her pennies from heaven that he found
Hilary Suppes Tell his momma how good of a mom she was
Mary Carmen Corrao hold his mother's hand when she cried
Game: Pick out their mini mansion in Phillipines: Ruby Hinkleberry (picture)
Game: Make a Playlist
Yvette Grimes~ Muse: Madness
Ruby Hinkleberry~Maryilyn Manson: Killing Strangers
Ruby Hinkleberry~ Rob Bailey & The Hustle Standard: BEAST
Jenny McKinney Shepard~ Imagine Dragons: Demons
Kimmy Johnson~Weekend~Wicked Games
Lyndsey Fairley~ Three Days Grace: Animal I Have Become
Bridget McEvoy~ White Zombie: Blood Milk and Sky
Mary Carmen Corraro~Nine Inch Nails: Closer
Kristen Grammar Lands~30 Seconds to Mars: Hurricane
Louisa Gray~Blake McGrath: Earned it
Mary Forster~Three Days Grace: Chalk Outline
Katherine DiLauro~ Him: You’re so Beautiful
Becky Blagola~Ed Sheeran: Make It Rain
Valerie Vital~ Joi: Lick
Elena Cruz~Massive Attack: Tear Drop
Sammie Woods~Khia: My Neck, My Back
Valerie Vital~Marilyn Manson: Sweet Dreams
Chapter One
As per Kane’s request, there was a party on the beach with friends from the island to celebrate his mother’s return from the dead. But Sade knew better. What it was really for was to take the edge off. Kane saw the edge, felt the edge, brooded over the edge, same as Sade. Same as Bo. Abraham was alive and coming, despite the impossibility of him ever finding them, he was coming. Did they know that as well as Sade did? He wasn’t sure. But Sade knew it, smelled it, tasted it, breathed it. For the week since they saw the creepy bastard on TV, karma laughed non-stop like a sick fucking hyena, allowing him no more than thirty minutes of sleep at a time.
And Mercy. Fucking angelic Mercy, trying so hard to accommodate him even while not knowing what was actually going through his head. She knew something was going on and he knew it was only a matter of time before he’d have to come clean. She needed him in every way. Everything she did, every look, move, smile and gesture, begged him for one thing. Make love to me. Please. I’m dying for it, for you.
And therein lay the other major problem.
His body was a wreck along with his mind. His past addictions were spinning in desperation and it was taking everything he had to keep from flying apart. The hunger to hurt and be hurt had never been more volatile and each second he didn’t connect with Mercy, it grew worse. But how exactly was a monster cyclone supposed to connect with an angel and not rip her apart in ways that made him feel vile and dirty? Fuck, he never wanted to feel that with her.
Sade tilted his head back and chugged half the bottle of beer while absently turning the meat on the grill and eyeing Mercy. Mercy dancing with that jubilant, lanky, cockroach looking fucker named Ralph. Sade had wondered when she would finally have enough of his distance. When she’d see it as rejection instead of him being so wound tight that one wrong move would snap him.
Well, he had his answer. He really had his answer, and holy fuck the night was not going to end well.
“You need me to take over?”
Kane’s sudden voice on his right nearly put him out of his skin.
“Sorry.” Kane draped an arm around Sade’s shoulder and held him with a grip that said he was measuring his tension. “We need to talk.”
Ah, fuck. “About what?” Sade was ready to shake him off as Mercy headed toward the house with ole Ralphy eying her.
“What’s in that head of yours. You can’t keep holding it all in.”
“I can’t let it out, either.”
“Why not? Mercy is fine, look at me.”
“She’s not fine.” Sade chugged the rest of his beer and set it on the pit.
“Why do you say that?” His wonder was light but Sade felt it, he was holding something back.
He watched Ralphy finally turn in the opposite direction of Mercy before giving Kane his attention. “Because I’m not fine.”
; Kane met Sade’s gaze and locked it with a surprising vicious current. “Well then, you need to get fine.”
Sade held that gaze, testing the threat weighing in his words.
“You’re thinking correctly, son. Get it together or we’re going to take a ride and help you get it together.”
Sade’s muscles locked in reflex to the odd threat. He held the man’s intense blue gaze, his mind at war with the senseless need for blood and pain. But Kane wasn’t the enemy. “We’re supposed to sit here and wait for that monster to show up at our door?”
Kane held his gaze for endless seconds before finally looking forward. “Well…. what do you think we should do?”
Adrenalin lit up Sade’s body at his tone. It wasn’t the lethal in his question, it was the intention. Kane intended to do something. And that was exactly what Sade needed. To do something. Anything.
Sade looked around, feeling like the amount of murder suddenly swirling in the air around them would be sensed a mile out. But everybody carried on without a clue, dancing merrily in the island's sultry night. Sade finally looked at Kane, unable to hide his desperate hunger for that something, that anything. The animal inside him surfaced and stared, unable to care who saw it. And then it was suddenly there, right there in the depths of those clear blue eyes. How had he missed it? Maybe it was always there and he only saw it now, looking through his own sick lens. But it was vile and vicious and yet… not.
The contradiction held Sade captivated, making him want to analyze, taste, and discover the difference. Compare the monsters. Maybe see if they could be playmates. Partners. Linked by darkness and sadistic blood.
“I say we hunt the monster,” Kane muttered.
Sade’s heart hammered in his chest from the sheer excitement. Not just from Kane’s words but the hunger carrying them. “How?” Sade whispered.
Kane looked forward again with a slight smile, his tongue sweeping over his lower lip. “Bait it.” The calm words came with a direct gaze from those clear, almost innocent blue eyes—same gaze he might wear in church on Sunday. “With something it can’t resist.”
Ideas exploded in Sade’s head like glorious fireworks. “He’s into me,” Sade whispered. “In a sick way.”
Kane drew his head back sharply with a shocked-not-so-shocked look. “Is he.” The stated question came with a little grin. But the raw hunger burning bright in his gaze said he'd known that all along. “Imagine that,” he whispered, fascinated. “Father Abe, all into you.” He chuckled while shaking his head before looking forward again. “Can it get any more perfect than that? I don’t think it can.”
Fury snaked through Sade, dark and cold as he shot a quick glance around again. “Tell me,” he muttered, stepping closer. “Tell me what to do and you can consider it done.”
Kane’s face had gone unreadable as he studied the ocean. “I’ll handle the particulars Son, you don’t worry about that. How about you go on and connect with Mercy? Like she needs you to.” He swiveled a look at Sade that said he wasn’t suggesting nicely. But ordering him. “Preferably before you kill poor Ralph.”
The hammering in Sade’s heart ricocheted in his dick at the sudden mention of Mercy needing. He realized in that instant just how hungry his body was for her. For his Mercy. To have her in every way for every wretched purpose and illogical reason. To use her perfectly and entirely, to own her with his totalitarian cock and sadistic might.
Heat throbbed in his muscles as he made his way to the house. “Yeah, you’re excused,” Kane muttered behind him, low laughter in his voice.
With every step toward Mercy, his body tensed with wild urges. Flashes of her naked body accompanied his search on the lower floor. A sheen of sweat covered him as he took the stairs slowly, quietly, two at a time.
Terror set his pulse at a furious thunder as the animal inside got ready to play. But there was something unfamiliar about it. The thing inside wanted to hunt. Wanted to terrify. It wanted to trap and capture. Sade’s breath became ragged with the urges burning him.
He fought the devils in his mind with every step he took. But he could feel the new depth he crept around in. The new layer of sick just below the old one. Fuck. Where it came from, what and why, wasn’t important in that second. It was what would it ask of him? Demand of him?
Reaching the landing of the second floor, the answer to that question sang with a deadly hum in his blood. It sang irrelevant. It’s alllllll irrelevant, Sade. Because there was no turning back now. His body moved stealthily, right through the turmoil in his muscles as he fought to negotiate and beg for a safe balance.
He slowly opened her bedroom door and peeked in. God, fuck. She was naked. Facedown on the bed, inciting a riot in his already unstable body. Unmoving, he waited for his intentions to clue him in. He carefully closed the door and locked it then made his way to her bed. Felt like forever since he’d let himself look at her. And now, that brutal denial was kicking his ass, making him work for his oxygen.
He approached from the left side of the bed and let his eyes get their hungry fill. Slowly. She was splayed out, arms extended at both sides, one leg partially off the bed like she’d nearly missed when collapsing onto it. Why had she gotten naked? Jealousy made his cock ache as he slowly removed his t-shirt. He wanted to savor every second of what he was doing. All night. At least he hoped whatever had a hold insisted he go all night.
He was past the point of caring about how far he might go and what he might do, he just cared that he was doing it. Finally. Finally he’d have his Mercy, he’d have the fuck out of her. And the rest… well, he’d deal with that devil when he reached that fiery crossroad.
Sade removed his pants next, his eyes on her succulent ass. At that moment, his cock jerked with an undeniable need and hunger. To be buried in that tight heat. He let his groan go, not caring about silence.
He walked slowly around to the other side of the bed, waiting for his body to tell him what he’d do first. His heart hammered with too many desires, too many things scrambling for his selection. He wanted everything. He wanted it slow and fast, soft, and so very fucking hard.
He paused next to the bed. What if she didn’t cooperate?
The thought brought a slow burning in his muscles, telling him how he’d handle that. He’d have it. That’s all he knew, that’s all he allowed himself to know. And if it triggered other things… he’d deal with it. Either way, he was going to explore what crawled through his blood.
How did he want her? His gaze scanned her body, making his own burn and tremble. At reaching the lighter skin on her ass where the sun hadn’t kissed, his cock jerked. The darker skin surrounding it was like a personal invitation to his cock—ram me, ram me, ram me. Don’t stop, God don’t stop.
Just like she was, that’s how he wanted her. On her stomach. His body pressing hard into hers, fingers tangled in that silky hair. Angling that shocked face to his, feeling her hot breaths and cries as her tight ass clenched his cock, and she fucking begged him. His breath rushed out. He didn’t care what she begged for, just so she fucking begged him.
Or did he care?
He stood there, dizzy, gaze roving over her. Come on you monster, tell me what you want. Show me. His muscles remained on lock down right up to the point when she broke his shackles with a tiny whimper—a delicate lick along the head of his cock.
Another wave of euphoric desire rocked him. He climbed on the bed and placed his palms carefully on either side of her. Holding himself above her, that dark hunger tethered his mind, forcing his gaze down at a tormenting pace. He leaned closer and panted quietly, licking along his lips to taste the air. Inhaling her, his eyes locked on her glowing ass right next to his cock that hung inches from her inner thigh. The hammering of his heart throbbed in it, and he clenched his eyes shut, letting the beautiful torment suck at his balls.
She suddenly moaned and turned on her side. Sade held his breath when her hip slid along his cock. Fucking perfect, she was perfect torment. The smell of alco
hol intensified as he gasped down at her profile. He’d driven his sweet Mercy to get drunk. To forget what she needed and couldn’t get. The need to make restitution brought his lips to her cheek and his cock to rub along her thigh. She moaned softly and turned her head presenting her innocent neck.
The sight shattered the lock-down on his body and in a rush of raging desire, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, biting and sucking that silk with brutal intensity.
She exploded to life and he growled, bearing his body down on hers. “Don’t fucking move,” he rasped, his mouth not leaving her neck. “I need you,” he shuddered. “I’m going crazy.”
Her confused cries turned to desperate moans. “Sade,” she whispered, managing to squirm until her legs locked around his waist. The feel of her nakedness gnawed at his control and he growled his way to her mouth until their teeth and tongues clashed. “Do it, please,” she begged in his mouth. “I need you, oh God, I need you.”
“Hold on to the fucking bed,” he growled, “I’m going to eat the fuck out of your pussy.”
He made his way down, stopping to bite and suck on her tits. “Sade!” she cried.
Finally between her legs, he stared at her pussy. “God. Open wide for me,” he grit. “Fucking show me how bad you want it.” He pumped his cock onto the bed, watching as she pulled her knees back until her toes pointed.
Sade growled at the sight and dove on her open pussy, twirling his tongue at the bottom of that perfect slit before dragging the broad side of it up and creating a firestorm on her clit with flicks. When she gave high-pitched moans, he drew back barely, desire pounding through his veins. “Jesus fucking Christ, your pussy,” he gasped, plunging his tongue inside with a groan while sliding his nose roughly on her clit.
“Oh my God, Sade,” she cried weakly.
“Hold the fucking bed, Mercy, I swear,” he ordered when her fingers raked in his hair. “Don’t fucking disobey again.” She held the bed and he shoved a finger inside her, then another, feeling every inch of her. “Do you fucking know what you do to me? Do you? Do you fucking know? Jesus Christ tell me you know what you do to me, fucking tell me,” he gasped, his lips on her again as her hot silk spasmed around his fingers and those sounds she made drove him to need things he should never need, could never need.
