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Page 148 of Merciless

I’d wondered why Reid kept him alive as long as he did. Obviously, his subconscious knew something epic was coming. That his end and ultimate committal to hell was going to be a beautiful thing at the hands of a hot as fuck blonde who is way more savage than she looks.

I think Reid might have been onto something that first night I found him watching her. We’ve underestimated her.

Although, I stand by what I said to him in the kitchen earlier. I believe that her and Mav aren’t planning some big takeover mission.

Whatever she’s—they’ve—been planning, it’s more personal. She doesn’t want power or control. She wants… escape.

Eventually, her kisses get softer and her body gets heavier in my arms.

“Sleep, little dove. I’ll be right here,” I whisper.

Gently rolling onto my back, she snuggles into me, wrapping one leg around my waist along with her arm and resting her head right over my heart.

“Promise?” she whispers back.

“Yeah. I promise.”

In only seconds, her breathing evens out and her body goes limp.

Finding one of the cameras I know that’s hiding, I stare right into it, knowing that my best friend is on the other end right now cursing me out.

Lifting my hand from Alana’s arm, I flip him off. Grinning like a fucking psychopath for good measure.

He’s going to hurt me so fucking good for this.

I don’t give a shit, though. It was totally worth it.

* * *

I can only assume it was the epic release and the long-winded foreplay that led up to it, but somehow, I managed to fall asleep with her curled around me like a spider monkey, her soft breaths tickling over my chest.

I can’t remember the last time I had a daytime nap, but I really fucking like it. Or it might just be the fact I’m doing it with a hot, naked woman wrapped around me.

Or, at least, I like it until I wake with a start as Alana gasps and suddenly sits up.

“What’s wrong?” I ask in a rush, concern for her after the way she broke down before racing through my veins.

She pauses with her arms wrapped around her middle, taking a moment to assess the situation.

“I-I…” she stutters. “Nothing,” she finally breathes before turning to look over her shoulder.

“Hey,” I say, tucking my hand behind my head and holding her eyes.

Her cheeks heat. It’s the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.Although the dark shadows from whatever she was just dreaming about don’t leave.

The woman I choked out while fucking her not so long ago is fucking blushing.

My smirk grows and she dips her head.

“What is it?” I ask, hating that she’s hiding from me.

Turning back around, she drops her head into her hands.

“We fucked and I cried,” she says into her palms.

“Good thing I know I’m good enough that it wasn’t due to poor performance, huh?”

“Fucking hell,” she mutters.




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