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Page 142 of Merciless

“Need to clean you up,” he mumbles into our kiss.

He continues licking deep into my mouth as the familiar scent of cherries fills the air. And then his hands are back on me.

“Oh God,” I complain, abruptly ending our kiss as my head falls back against the wall in pleasure. “JD, please.”

“Fuck,” he barks, his attention making my skin burn. “You’re addictive, little dove.”

His hands work over every inch of me, ensuring that the blood and dirt are gone.

“Please,” I whimper like a needy little bitch as my hips rock against his.

He’s hard. So fucking hard and I need it more than I need my next breath.

They’ve been mercilessly teasing me for hours, bringing me to the edge but never letting me fall.

I can’t take it anymore, I can’t—

His fingers slide into my hair, massaging my locks as the bubbles explode.

“I’m going to take care of you, Alana,” he murmurs, his electric blue eyes locked on mine.

“Please,” the word is barely a whisper and it quickly gets swallowed up by the sound of the water.

But I want it. I want to so fucking badly. To be wrapped in a strong pair of arms, surrounded by his scent, letting me know that I’m safe, that they can’t hurt me anymore.

He makes quick work of washing the shampoo out before working in the conditioner. And the second we’re done, he lifts me from the wall and walks us both across the bathroom.

“Here,” he says, passing me a toothbrush and toothpaste the second my ass hits the counter.

The moment the fresh mintiness hits my tongue, I wince at how disgusting my mouth must have been to kiss.

But his movements never faltered. Not for one second did I think he was disgusted by me. By any part of me.

That’s because he doesn’t know.

“Yeah, that’s enough,” he mutters, ripping the toothbrush from my mouth, it clatters into the sink as I’m dragged from the counter.

The moment I’m in his arms, my lips descend on his neck.

He might not be the only one who’s becoming addicted.

He kicks the door closed behind us as he marches me back into my cell. I barely register that it’s where we are. I’m sure the disappointment will come later that he didn’t decide to break all the rules for this and carry me up into the main house. Right now, all I can think is more. Give me more and give it to me now.

“Julian.” I moan when he effortlessly lowers me to the cot. His lips find mine and he kisses me breathless, before licking and nipping along my jaw and then down my throat, ensuring he leaves more than a few marks behind.

The thought of him doing it for Reid to see later sends another wave of heat between my thighs.

Oh fuck. Is he up there watching this now?

“More. Please. More,” I whimper, raking my nails across his back in encouragement.

But despite the deep rumble in his chest as I hurt him, he doesn’t do what I want.

I cry out when he pushes up from my body and stands at the end of my cot.

“Look at you,” he muses, rubbing his thumb along his bottom lip as his eyes feast on my naked body.

“I’d rather you touch, not look.”




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