It's the roaring twenties in Birmingham, the Peaky Blinders exist alongside God but they were much, much closer at hand than Him. Mercedes de Silva, thornless withered rose, petals filled with sorrow. Thomas Shelby, ruthlessly ambitious, conflicted...
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A WOMAN'S FIRST KISS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MEMORABLE, but not for Mercedes. Luciano, a childhood friend of hers, was her first kiss. They were, in a sense, intrigued children who were attempting to satisfy their sexual curiosities. They appeared to have run out of luck on that particular day, as they were caught by her father's steward. She was made to kneel on rice grains for six hours as a punishment. She could feel every single grain on her bones as if tiny knives were stabbing into her skin as she kneeled on it. The pain made her enraged and worn out, and she remembered calling on all the saints and saintesses she could think of for assistance.
This time, however, things were different. Thomas' touch was not painful. Rather, a small fire was smoldering from her stomach down to the middle of her legs, and Thomas was the fuel, making the fire bigger. As they entered Shelby's house, his lips collided with her stained lips.
As they shared a soft, passionate kiss, his hand grabbed the back of her nape for support, locking the door behind them. Mercy clung to Thomas' neck with both arms, responding to his warm kisses as she was trapped between his body and the wall. He tasted like a combination of smoke, mint, and gin, and it was enough to make her body tingle in excitement.
Mercy groaned in his mouth as he pushed his hot tongue deeper into her damp cavern, exploring every inch of it. She was out of breath, but she refused to end the kiss as she wanted more. Mercy was slowly getting addicted to Thomas, and that scared her.
