Page 145 of Merciless

“Always be prepared, Dove. Always be prepared.”

I watch enthralled as he rolls the rubber down his shaft, covering all his piercings.

My mouth waters, wishing I got a chance to explore them with my tongue.

“Next time.” He groans as if he’s in physical pain reading my wicked thoughts.

“That better be a promise,” I mutter.

“You have no idea, little dove,” he whispers as he crawls up the bed between my thighs with his dick in his hand.

My tongue sneaks out to wet my lips as I watch him, and his eyes darken.

“Fuck, you’ll look so good on your knees with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

Any response I have to that flies from my head the second he presses the thickness of his cock against my clit.

“Yes,” I cry. “Give it to me.”

He drops lower, pressing just the tip inside me, teasing me relentlessly.

“JD,” I warn, my voice low and raspy.

He shifts his position and reaches out.

My breath catches when his giant hand wraps around my throat, his fingers squeezing the perfect spots.

“Should have fucking done this days ago,” he confesses, before thrusting forward and filling me in one sharp move.

We both groan loudly, the sound of our pleasure bouncing off the walls in the cell, and I’m sure a speaker or two upstairs, assuming the cameras pointed at us right now have audio allowing Reid to listen in too.

“JULIAN.” I gasp for good measure.

“Fuck. You’re heaven, Dove. Fucking heaven.” He groans, rolling his hips, teasing me while I adjust.

“Fuck me,” I beg. “Forget the niceties. Choke and fuck me until I’ve forgotten everything but your name.”

“Damn, Dove. You sure are demanding.”

“You love IT,” I cry when he does exactly as I said and ruts into me.

“Fuck.” He groans again before really picking up the pace.

His fingers tighten on my throat, cutting off just enough of my air supply that my eyes begin to burn and dark spots dance in my vision.

My skin erupts in goose bumps as his hand suddenly slides down my thigh, the roughness of his callouses against my softness, until he hooks my leg around his waist.

Lowering down, he hovers his lips right above mine, allowing him to grind against my clit with every single thrust.

My muscles tense, sucking him deep, desperate for everything he can give me.

Or almost everything.

“I fucking hate you, Julian Dempsey,” I scream in frustration when he senses my release approaching and slows down.

“No, you don’t,” he counters. “You love my cock too much right now to hate me.”

“Fuck you,” I hiss, desperately sucking in air now that he’s eased up on the pressure on my throat.