Page 6 of No Mercy

I went to the kitchen to start the pizza for dinner. Just as I was reaching for the pan beneath the oven, there was a hard knock on the door. A glance at the clock revealed that it was too early for Sam, and I never received any visitors. A second rap revealed that whoever it was, patience wasn’t their virtue.

I opened the door and everything inside me froze.

Chapter 4

Allie

I’m not sure how long I stood there staring at the one man that I never thought I’d see again. So many emotions ran through me in those seconds, one more than all the others--fear. Fear of what Rock being here meant. Fear of his fierce expression, the glitter of hardness in his unforgiving eyes. If he was anything like the man I’d left behind, I knew that he could be ruthless and dangerous, showing no mercy when he’d been wronged.

Right now he looked like he’d been wronged.

What was he doing here? Sam was my first panicked thought, because I had no doubt that Rock was here for him. Was he going to try and take him from me? There could be no other reason that he’d just show up out of the blue like this. Before I let the awful thoughts paralyze me I brought the door forward to slam it in his square-jawed face.

I had no idea what I was going to do after that, and really it didn’t matter, because Rock’s large hand stopped the door from closing all the way. With a sharp shove he easily pushed the door open again. I stumbled back, my eyes growing large when he wordlessly and arrogantly stepped into my house and slammed the door behind him. The sound of it closing caused my heart to jump, because it signified the beginning of the end.

“No,” I said, that words sounding far away I shook my head with disbelief. “What a-are you doing h-here, how did you e-even find us?” I whispered, making sure to keep distance between us.

Rock was a mountain of a man, and my gaze moved over him swiftly, realizing that he’d changed since I’d last seen him. Seven years had turned him into six plus feet of pure, hard muscle. His clothes stretched taut over his wide shoulders and hard chest. His tatted arms were bulging with definition and unleashed strength. His square jaw was covered with a light layer of dark whiskers that framed his firm, hard mouth, and made him sexier than it should have.

Everything he was feeling was reflected in his hard eyes, as they made a thorough sweep over me. As if time hadn’t separated us, I felt my body respond to his potent masculinity, and just managed not to let out a whimper when I felt my nipples harden. And, God, I tried to ignore the buzzing between my thighs. I felt my breath catch and reached for strength not to reveal myself, because then I’d be vulnerable.

“Finding you was easy,” Rock said in response to my question. “Once I decided that I wanted to find you,and my son. So if moving a couple of times was your way of running away it wasn’t very effective.”

He appeared as angry as I was afraid. I swallowed hard. “I was angry,” I admitted. He growled and took a menacing step forward, and I stepped back. I decided to ignore the reasons for the decision I’d made back then. “Why are you here, Rock?” I wet my suddenly dry lips, watching his gaze move to my mouth. I had to keep control of the situation.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he grumbled in a deep tone. “Or are you that stupid?” I flinched at that. “Why do you think I’m here, Allie?”

Jesus, this was going to be messy. I clamped my mouth tight and backed up into the couch when his eyes turned to ice and he took another step closer. And then I grew angry, because he was purposely trying to scare me, to intimidate me with his outlaw badness. I stood my ground, even if it was on shaky legs. “You have no right coming here after all these years and trying to intimidate me like you did when I was an eighteen year old virgin. I’ve built a life here for my son and I, we have friends−”

“Friends?” A muscle twitched in his jaw. “Does that include a man?” I saw his hands ball into fists.

His gaze zeroed in to where my pussy was behind my shorts, and I knew at that moment that he was remembering the time when he’d taken my virginity. I felt a hot flush surge through my body and knew that some of the heat had settled into my cheeks. His nostrils flared as if he were sniffing something. “Best virgin pussy I ever had,” he smirked crudely. “Onlyvirgin pussy.”

“And you’re still a bastard.” I hated the fact that he could still make me want him. My body was pulsing with arousal, betraying me. But so was Rock’s. I could clearly see the bowed tent behind the zipper of his worn jeans.

“That’s right, baby.” He reached down and crudely cupped his cock. “My dick remembers your nice, tight, cunt, too. How it felt to rip through your hymen and claim your innocence.”

“I hate you!” I said with passion, biting down on my bottom lip to keep from crying. How could he turn something that at the time had been so amazing, so life-altering, into a memory that seemed unimportant and mundane?

Rock released a guttural sound and moved so close to me that I was trapped against the sofa. I caught my breath. “Hate me, Allie. Keep on hating me. But know this--I’ve come for my son.”

“What makes you think that he’s yours?” I taunted before I could think clearly. All I knew was that his words scared me. My words pushed Rock over the edge and the next thing I knew his hand was at my throat, and he was bringing his face down close to mine.

“Don’t fucking go there,” he grated between his teeth. His eyes were like glowing embers, burning into mine. “Seems we covered this seven years ago.”

“You’re the one who questioned it,” I managed to squeak out. I knew it would take little effort for him to break my neck, I could feel the power of his barely-contained rage in the fingers that were digging into my skin. Strangely, though, I wasn’t afraid that Rock would hurt me.

“If you’re trying to convince me that another man got into your pussy when you were with me, I know better.”

“At the time you thought that.” I was a fool for reminding him of the words he’d flung at me that day, but his doubting my loyalty had stung. He’d accused me of so much when I’d told him that I was pregnant, denying that he was the father.

He gritted his teeth. “He’smyson, Allie.”

I focused on drawing in air because his hold had tightened, nearly cutting off my air supply. I guess something in my face must have relayed the message that he was choking me, because suddenly I felt his fingers loosen.

His gaze fell to my mouth before returning to my eyes. “Don’t push me, baby. I’ve never hurt a woman, but you might become the first. Now, where is my son?”

“Sam’s not home from school, yet.”