Page 66 of Merciless
A smirk pulls at my lips as ideas begin swirling around my head.
But before I can even think about implementing them, I open the app that controls the house and find the air conditioning. With very little concern, I turn it up to high, blasting all the cells in the basement with ice-cold air.
It’s a risk. She might put two and two together and realize what I just watched. Although, chances are that she’s so blissed she won’t even notice.
I stare at her lying there with her chest heaving, her nipples hard and her legs splayed for a few more minutes before I can’t take it any longer.
Dragging my hoodie over my head, I toe off my boots and shove my pants to the floor before replacing them with a t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers.
Shutting down the feed, I pocket my cell and head out of my room in favor of the gym.
The second I’m inside, I find a playlist with the angriest, deepest bass I can and hit play.
No sooner have I stepped onto the treadmill, do I have the speed as high as I can keep up with hoping to outrun everything watching her ignited in me.
In only minutes, my heart is pounding for a whole new reason and sweat covers my body, making my shirt stick to my back. My muscles burn, but I push harder and harder, forcing the memory of her to the back of my mind where it belongs.
I’ve no idea how long I run for, my legs tell me it’s a long fucking time, while my head tells me that it’s nowhere near enough when movement behind me makes my steps falter and I go flying off the back of the treadmill.
JD roars with laughter as I crash into the wall behind me and collapse to the floor in an exhausted heap. My muscles quiver and my head spins as I gasp to catch my breath. It’s exactly what I needed. Well, not the ending.
“Can you shut the fuck up,” I bark as JD continues to howl with laughter.
“Bro, that was fucking epic.” He roars. Tears leak from his eyes as he rests his hands on his knees and tries to catch his breath.
Fucking moron.
“I’m glad I amuse you,” I state flatly, finally getting to my feet and smoothing my shirt down my chest. “Are you here to work out or just to piss me off?” I glance down at his fresh sweats and bare feet.
“You wanted it, didn’t you?” he asks like a smug prick.
“If you’re not here to work, fuck off and make dinner or do something useful.”
“I need to go and feed the rodents. I haven’t given them anything all day.”
“You’ve given one of them something,” I mutter under my breath.
“Didn’t touch her though, did I, Boss?” he mocks. “And from your tone, I’d be tempted to say that you haven’t touched anything either. You know, a good orgasm would fix that mood right up.”
I glare at him in the mirror as I move toward the weight bench and lie down.
“Thanks for that insight. Now will you fuck off? I’m busy.”
“Busy thinking about Alana’s pussy,” he mutters. “Did you see the piercing? Fucking hot. I bet it makes it so sensitive.”
“Are you fucking done?”
“Yep, all over her panties. It was good. Could have been better, though.”
“JD,” I bellow, my patience all but gone as I shove the barbell from its holder.
So much for the run to take the edge off.
“I’m going. I’m going. Just remember that you have me to thank the next time you go down there.”
“Why’s that exactly?” I ask, my arms trembling with the weight that was already loaded.
“Because I stole her underwear. You can borrow it if you want.”