Page 106 of Merciless

There is no one on this Earth who knows me as well as JD, and I’m more than happy with that.

“So why did he marry you?” I ask after a few seconds of nothing but her heaving breaths and moans of desperation.

“To… to protect me,” she repeats.

“You were eighteen, what did you need protecting from?”

Her entire body locks up tight. At first, I think JD’s fucked up and let her fall, but I quickly realize he hasn’t when her expression hardens into her standard ‘get-fucked’ scowl.

“I’ll give you one more chance to tell us, Pet.”

“I don’t owe you anything,” she spits. Her body is flushed with sweat, her chest heaving and her toes curled onto the concrete floor.

“No, you don’t. You’ll give us what we want eventually though. JD,” I instruct.

“No, please. Please,” she begs when he pulls the handle from her body.

“Ow, fuck,” he hisses as he cuts his palm on the blade.

“Really?” I deadpan.

“Well, maybe if you didn’t sharpen them within an inch of their lives then it wouldn’t have happened,” he barks back, as if this is my fucking fault.

Crawling over her, he straddles her waist, holding his bleeding palm up in front of her face.

“What?” she hisses.

“Tit for tat, little dove.”

He lifts the dagger handle to his lips and sucks it into his mouth.

All the air rushes from my lungs as I watch his eyes roll back as he savors her taste.

Fucking asshole.

“So fucking sweet,” he murmurs once he pulls it free with a pop. “Your turn.”

Unsurprisingly, she just lifts her chin in defiance, refusing point-blank to return the favor.

JD’s not having that though and no sooner has the knife clattered to the floor does he wrap his non-injured hand around her throat, making her lips part in shock.

She tries to fight, but she’s no match for the handcuffs and his weight and in only seconds, his hand is in her mouth, forcing her to taste his blood.

It really shouldn’t be as fucking hot as it is.

“You’re a cunt,” she spits the second he pulls his hand free.

“Fucking hot though, right? Nothing like a good old-fashioned blood ritual to get the juices flowing.”

“Get the fuck off me,” she shouts, attempting to buck him off.

He makes a show of pinning her in place before he climbs off and walks toward her hands.

“JD,” she warns, predicting, like I am, where this is going.

In a heartbeat, he has the knife back in his hand and is dragging the tip across her palm.

She howls as blood bubbles to the surface, but JD doesn’t waste it. Instead, he leans forward and licks it up.

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