Page 100 of Merciless

I take a hesitant step back.

“Is he watching right now?” I ask, looking around again and hating that they have me on edge.

I couldn’t give a fuck about them watching me get off. But my nightmares. I know I talk during them. Mav’s told me some of the things I call out. If they were to hear them…

Shame threatens to burn me whole as I lower my ass to the cot and lie back.

I’m so lost in my head, I don’t notice JD leave the room or return with his beloved cup of salt water for my nipples.

“The fuck?” I bark when the cool water hits my skin and runs over the side of my breast. “You couldn’t have warmed it?” I ask, watching as he squeezes a cotton ball over my sore nipple, bathing it.

“I did,” he assures me. “Not my fault your body is hotter. I wonder why that is, little dove.”

I glare at him, but all it does is make him smirk.

“No, you’re not,” I accuse, watching amusement dance in his eyes as he teases me.

“I’m not. I do like getting a reaction out of you.”

“I can think of better ways than salt water to my nipples.”

“Me too,” he mutters, his eyes never leaving my tits as his tongue sneaks out to wet his bottom lip.

He takes his time, making sure my piercings are okay. As if he hasn’t spent most of the last thirty minutes inspecting them closely before he abandons the salt water in favor of the moisturizer.

“Your skin is dry,” he tells me.

“I wonder why. I’m living in an air-conditioned box.”

He smirks but doesn’t respond as he flips the lid and squeezes some lotion out.

Rubbing his hands together to warm it up, he places both of them on my arm and begins massaging it in.

I fight to stay rigid and not allow his touch to affect me, but it’s pointless.

When he gets to my shoulder, he stands from the floor and straddles my waist to get a better angle. He hits one certain spot and a filthy moan rips from my throat.

He might still have the towel wrapped around his waist, but he’s naked beneath and his hard, hot length rests against my stomach, tempting me with what I could have.

“Arms above your head,” he demands, after working his way down my other arm.

I hesitate but do as I’m told, while my heart thrashes in my chest.

“Good girl,” he praises, only making my core tighten and the desire that’s coursing through my system that much more potent.

He leans over me, his face dipping to mine, but I don’t get carried away this time. I already know he isn’t going to kiss me. If he wanted to, he would have done so by now.

Instead, his lips brush my cheek.

“Do you think he’s up there watching, wishing he were me right now?” he whispers, his hot breath rushing over my skin.

“JD,” I warn.

“I bet he’s hard as fuck.”

There’s a clank of metal, but I don’t think anything of it. I’m too lost to his scent, his warmth, his words.

“You reckon he’s caved yet and pulled it out?”