Page 92 of Merciless

Her eyes drop, but I’m right behind her, and she can’t see anything.

“I don’t,” she confesses, pulling the toothbrush from her mouth and dropping it into the sink. “All of this. It’s too easy. You’re giving me too much.”

My hand darts up, my fingers twisting in her short blonde locks, dragging her back into me and twisting her head so I can look into her eyes.

“Maybe I have an ulterior motive, Dove.”

“From what I can feel against my ass, I’d say you do.”

She grinds back against me.

“Fuck. You’ve no idea.”

“Pretty sure I do,” she murmurs.

“Oh yeah, I forget that my dove is a needy little whore.”

“JD,” she screams as I twist us around and march her into the shower, pressing her against the tiles.

Her breathing is erratic as the water soaks through her clothes.

“Please,” she whimpers.

“You’re going to need to beg for it, little dove. As you just pointed out, I gave you this much too easily. You want my dick, you’re going to have to work for it.”

She groans as I press her harder against the wall.

“You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?”

She doesn’t answer.

“Now isn’t the time to be shy. It’s much too late for that.”

Releasing her hair, I keep her pinned in place with my hips and slide my palms down her body.

She trembles violently and then gasps when my hands slip beneath her shirt and slide up her belly.

“Needy little whore, aren’t you, Dove?”

“Oh God,” she whimpers when I cup her heavy breasts, being careful of her new piercings.

“You’ve been down here thinking about me, haven’t you? Every time you slide your fingers down your stomach and sink them into your pussy, you’re imagining it’s my cock, aren’t you?”

“Julian.” She moans, making my dick ache.

It’s been too fucking long since I saw any action that wasn’t self-delivered. Sure, I could have turned up at the clubhouse and had almost any woman there on their knees for me in seconds.

But I didn’t want them.

My dick has been firmly on Team Alana since I saw her on the screen upstairs the night Reid threw her down here.

Teasing her has been fun. Coming over her tits was fucking epic. Watching her get herself off and cry out my name, mind-blowing—especially because it’s driving Reid to the brink of insanity. But. It. Is. Not. Enough.

“I could lift your skirt and part your thighs right now and you’d be ready for me, wouldn’t you?”

My mouth waters as I think about sliding into her slick pussy.

“No,” she cries, not answering my question, but mourning the loss of my hands as I release her breasts.