Page 65 of Merciless
With her eyes tightly closed, she squeezes her breasts, biting down on her bottom lip.
This is wrong. So fucking wrong. But no matter how much I tell myself to close it down and walk away, I can’t.
She’s got me in a fucking chokehold, and she has no idea.
She plays with her tits for a few more seconds before her hand slides down her toned stomach.
I might be imagining it, but I’m pretty sure a hoot of celebration comes from down the hall.
Fuck. I need to stop.
JD is a few doors down with his dick in his hand, getting off to this.
I should kill the feed and stop us both from watching. Give her some privacy.
But then her fingers collide with her clit and her moan of pleasure bounces off the walls of her cell, echoing in my ears, and all decent thoughts fly straight out the window.
My cock aches, my body burns as fire races through my veins. But I don’t move. I don’t do anything but watch as she expertly brings herself to ruin.
Her fingers alternate between rubbing her clit and plunging inside her. She moans and mewls, but thankfully, she doesn’t gasp anyone’s name.
“Oh God. Yes. Yes,” she cries as her release surges forward.
My cell trembles in my hand with my restraint. My dick is painful behind my pants, but I refuse to do anything about it.
I’m stronger than this. I will not bow down to her beauty. It’s what she wants. Even if she did know this film was running, all she’s doing is trying to make us weak.
She knows full well that if she can make us want her badly enough, then she’ll effectively have us wrapped around her little finger.
It’s what she’s done to Mav.
I bet he’s been walking around with blue fucking balls for years.
I smirk at the thought of that epic torture. Nothing less than he deserves.
What if it’s not him that refuses to sleep with her, but the other way around.
What if she doesn’t allow it, and instead, does everything she can to make his life hell? If it’s the case then from just these few minutes alone, I know she’s damn good at it.
What if Victor didn’t choose to employ her? What if she orchestrated the whole thing?
She certainly has the power to bring that cunt to his knees. Anyone with a pussy does until he gets bored.
I loop right back around to my first suspicion when I locked her up downstairs.
What if she’s playing all of us for her own gain?
“Julian,” she cries as she finally falls.
“Fucking asshole,” I seethe through gritted teeth.
I imagine him in his room fist pumping the air, knowing I just watched the same thing. I can see his smug, winning grin almost as clearly as if he was standing right in front of me.
Alana falls limp on her bed, her legs spread wide, showing us both every—
Holy fuck. Is that…
“Jesus Christ.” I moan, scrubbing my hand down my face as I stare at the piercing glinting in the light.