Maisie
Mercer flicked his thumb over my clit in the same second he pushed in. I sank my teeth into his palm to keep my cry hidden as I came hard enough that my whole body seized. I quivered around him in pulsing waves, sobbing softly as tears rolled down my temple.
He didn't ease up. His eyes bore holes into mine, giving me no chance of an escape as he watched me while he worked me through the spasms, forcing the orgasms to drag out until my legs gave out completely and the only thing holding me up was Soren's arm around my waist.
Only when the last tremor left me did Mercer pull his fingers free, and he stormed out of the room without looking back, nearly taking the door off its hinges when he slammed it shut.
Jericho followed, leaving Soren and I alone.
Soren dropped me and I fell back against the cold tiles, cold and exhausted and hurt.
