Page 127 of Merciless

“Good?” he asks as I push back, desperate for more.

But I never make contact with him and when I rip my eyes open, I find him standing beside me, glaring down at me with a small black remote in his hand.

“You asshole,” I hiss as my body begins to climb higher and higher. But I can’t enjoy it because I know what’s coming. For once, his expression is open, and I can read every wicked thought playing out in his head.

Lifting the remote a little higher in a bullshit show of power, he hits a button, immediately bringing the vibrator lodged deep inside me to a stop.

I collapse on the cot, my limbs trembling and my chest heaving.

“Untie me,” I demand, holding his eyes captive.

I’m a mess. My tank is ruched around my waist, my eyes will be red and swollen from crying and I’ve no doubt got his glowing handprint on my ass.

“Nice try, Pet. I’ll see you soon,” he says, pocketing the remote and successfully dragging my eyes to his crotch.

His hard dick is straining against the thin fabric of his shorts, leaving very little to the imagination.

I’m not aware I lick my lips until he laughs at me.

“Keep dreaming, Pet. Sleep well.”

It takes a few seconds to respond, but I just manage to get the last word out before he slams my cell door.

“Enjoy your right hand, asshole.”

His dark laughter is the last thing I hear.

31

JD

I march toward Reid’s room, blood pumping through my veins.

The second I woke up, I did what I do every day.

I check on my little dove.

My eyes widened to the size of saucers the second I found her with her arms bound behind her back and my tank up around her ribs.

But as much as I enjoyed the sight. Fuck me did I. I also knew that she’d been down there for hours like that.

Before I knew what I was doing, I’d pulled on a pair of boxers, and was searching for the asshole who’d done it to her.

Twisting the handle, I throw the door open, although it doesn’t crash back against the wall and wake the prick up.

He’s in his bed, sleeping like a fucking baby, giving zero fucks about anything he’s previously done.

I get halfway across the room before I notice his sixty-inch screen at the end of his bed is on, and it’s showing the same image I was just looking at.

Doesn’t fucking want her, my ass.

I don’t rip my eyes away from her sleeping form until I’m right next to his bed, and when I do, the first thing I find is a small remote that’s slipped from his fingers.

What the—

Picking it up, I instantly recognize the logo on the bottom.

“You evil fucking cunt,” I mutter, although knowing that doesn’t stop me from pressing the on button and turning back to the screen.

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