Page 29 of Merciless

Although, I could think of worse ways for it to happen.

“They sure do, Dove.” Wiping his thumb across his bottom lip, he checks me out again.

“See something you like?” I bark, already pissed off with whatever game he’s playing.

“You know,” he mutters, pushing to his full height again. “I do. You’re looking hot and I think we could have a lot of fun together.”

“Right,” I scoff. “Because I’m a whore?”

His jaw pops.

“You think that just because I’ve been fucking Kane that I’ll happily climb you like a tree too? I mean, you’re a Hawk, after all. That’s what all the girls around here want, right?”

“I’ve never had any complaints,” he states proudly.

“Of course you haven’t. They’re all too desperate to please, that’s why.”

His chest compresses as a puff of air rushes past his lips.

“Oh my God.” I laugh, forcing a smile onto my frozen face. “You really rate yourself that highly, don’t you? Fucking hell, that’s hilarious.”

“Shut the fuck up, Dove.”

“Make me,” I hiss.

A smirk curls at his lips, making a dimple appear on his cheek.

“I’m not sure you’re in any position to be making suggestions like that,” he says, stalking closer, not giving two shits about the fact the water begins soaking his shirt and sweats. “Seeing as you’re still sitting here, I assume that Reid did a good job of these knots.” His fingers brush the rope that’s wrapped around my wrist, ensuring I don’t move an inch.

“He knows I’ve got a thing for rope play. Anyone would think he bound you up and left you here as a gift. Motherfucker did forget my last birthday. He does owe me.”

The second his fingers leave the rope and connect with the painfully cold skin of my arm, I jerk violently in the chair.

“Whoa, Dove. Not scared of little ol’ me, are you?”

My eyes narrow, and my teeth grind as he walks his fingers up my arm.

“Look at these pretty goose bumps.”

“I’m fucking freezing, asshole. You want to do something nice for me, turn it the fuck off.”

He chuckles, sending a waft of clean minty air over me. It only reminds me that my breath must smell the opposite.

“Ah, no can do, little dove. I can only break so many of the boss’s rules before he starts dishing out punishments.”

I want to keep my mouth shut, but my curiosity gets the better of me.

“How many have you broken already?” I ask, my voice all breathy and needy.

“Nice try, Dove. It’ll take more than that to sweet talk me,” he murmurs, his eyes still roaming over my body.

“If you’re not going to help me then you might as well fuck back off where you came from,” I sneer.

He might be pretty, even more so now that his shirt is soaked, showcasing every muscle of his chest and abs. But if he won’t be of use to me, then he may as well not be here.

“You’re hot when you’re angry. Did you know that?”

I raise a brow.