Page 62 of Merciless

“As if,” I mutter.

“I’ll remind you of that when it happens.”

“There’s desperate and then there’s desperate. I’m not that far gone yet.”

I gasp the second his knuckles brush across my shoulder, proving my words to be nothing but bullshit.

“So I see.” I don’t need to turn around to know he’s smiling.

“Just get on with it and lock me back up.”

“So ungrateful,” he mutters, continuing to work.

As the seconds tick by, I almost forget where I am as he works his way through my locks.

Each tug of my hair reminds me of all the things he teased me with earlier, the images he painted still playing out in my mind.

I bet they work well together.

Reid’s rough and brutal touch and JD’s gentle teases and precise touches.

“All done,” he announces all too soon.

“Thank you… I think.”

“There isn’t a mirror down here so it doesn’t really matter what I’ve done.”

“I’ll be walking out soon enough.”

“You sound awfully confident about that seeing as you’re refusing to talk.”

“Nothing to say.”

Pushing to my feet, I leave the towel behind and walk toward the hallway that leads to my cell.

“I would say thanks, but I’m not sure I’m all that grateful.”

His eyes burn into my back as I put as much sway into my hips as I can manage.

“At least one of us enjoyed ourselves.” His deep, growling voice continues to vibrate down the hallway as I slip into my room, getting a waft of fast food in the process.

But despite how hungry I was earlier, it now smells anything but appealing.

Grabbing the bag, I throw it out in the hallway and kick the door closed, knowing that he’ll come and lock me in at some point, and I fall down on my bed naked.

He’s seen it all now, might as well use it to my advantage where I can.

It only takes two minutes for him to follow me and poke his head inside.

“Just so you know, there’s a huge part of me that doesn’t want to give you these,” he says, placing my clothes on the end of the bed. “This though,” he says, lifting my thong up in front of his face. “This is mine. And I know just what I’m going to do with it.”

“Eat your heart out. We both know that you’re going to be wishing you were down here eating something else.”

Shamelessly, I part my thighs, letting him see exactly what he’s going to be missing out on.

His breath catches when he spots something he didn’t discover earlier.

“You’re pierced.”