Page 60 of Merciless

“Come on, time’s up,” JD says, making my head spin as he throws a small, dirty towel at me. I let it drop to the floor and stare at it with my top lip peeled back in disgust. “Feel free to stay naked for what I have planned next. It’ll make it much more enjoyable for me.”

“Glad to see you’re not in denial about enjoying what you just did to me,” I hiss. Deciding that the towel is the lesser of two evils, I bend down to pick it up.

“I think there’s more than enough evidence to prove just how much I enjoyed it. My only regret is that I didn’t film it to make use of later.” Something flashes in his eyes, but it's gone before I can even attempt to decipher it.

“Pig.”

He shrugs. “It was hot. Sue me.”

“Suing you is the least of what I want to do after that stunt.”

He chuckles as I march out of the bathroom with the towel around me.

I don’t know why I bother, half of my ass is still on full display and it comes nowhere near to meeting at the front.

“You’re an asshole.”

“Oh, Dove. You’ve no idea. Sit,” he demands, sneaking up on me and tugging me into the damn chair I’ve spent too many hours sitting in today.

“I swear to God, JD. If you tie me to this thing and leave me here for Reid, I’m going to—”

“You’re going to what, little dove?” I glare at him as he steps in front of me. “I think Reid would fucking love it if he came down here to find you naked and bound to this chair.

“I’ve got to warn you though, he’s a bit of a selfish lover and he’ll probably get himself off and leave you even more desperate than you are now.”

The thought of Reid pleasuring himself in front of me, coming all over me just to prove his point about who is in charge here makes my thighs clench.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you, Dove?”

“Fuck off,” I hiss, although it does nothing to disprove his point.

“That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? You want to make Mav jealous, all the while being a dirty little whore who is desperate for us both.

“Maybe I should get Reid to pick up Devin and Ez on the way too. You know they’d be down for the party.”

I keep my mouth shut as the picture he paints plays out in my mind. Although, honestly, I couldn’t give a crap about Reid’s little brothers.

They’re hot, sure. All the Harris brothers were gifted with the good-looking gene. It’s just a shame they also got the sick and twisted ones from their father as well.

“Keep those pouty lips closed all you like, little dove. I can see it in your eyes.” He leans close, so close his lips brush my ear. “I can smell it in your arousal.”

I clamp my thighs together and he laughs.

“One day, Dove. I’m going to strap you to this chair and I’m going to do exactly what I want to you, and you’ll have no say.

“I’ll bind you up, blindfold and gag you and there will be nothing you can do about it.”

I hate myself for the needy whimper that erupts from my throat.

“Or better yet. Did you know that Reid has hooks installed above your head and others in the floor?

“Can you imagine what it might be like being tied up and totally at our mercy? I could be at the front,” he says, reaching out to tug the towel away from my body—not that it was hiding much anyway, “and I could finally go to town on these tits.” He glances up at me. “They’re fucking fabulous, by the way.” He winks at me before looking back down.

“I know how badly you want me to suck on them, Dove. It’s written all over you. They’re sensitive too, aren’t they? You reckon I could make you come from them alone?”

Lifting my chin, I refuse to dignify that question with an answer.

Anyway, he already knows. He saw it just now in the shower.