Page 152 of Merciless

“Eyes, Dove. I need your eyes when I make you come.”

Slowly, she drags her head up, and her light blue, hungry eyes lock with mine.

A shock of something rushes through me, a wave of possessiveness that I don’t think I’ve ever felt before.

“Mine,” I whisper before I’m able to trap the words behind my lips.

I know it’s impossible. I know that realistically she belongs to someone else.

She’s married to a fucking Hawk, a brother, and here I am balls deep inside her committing the ultimate sin.

I might not know the truth behind her and Mav’s relationship, but I do know one thing.

He married her to keep her safe. And something tells me that it’s going to fucking kill him when he discovers that he has less of her than he could ever believe.

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“I really need to go,” I say, rolling Alana onto her back.

The warmth of her thighs is too inviting.

“No,” she breathes, reaching for me.

“I don’t want to. Trust me, I don’t.”

“Then why are you?”

Good fucking question.

“I need to go find Reid. And contrary to popular belief, we do actually have jobs.”

“Oh yeah?” she teases. “I thought you just lived the high life off Victor’s blood money.”

“Well, there is a little bit of that too,” I confess. “I’ll come back, I promise.”

“Not if Reid kills you on sight.” She pouts.

“He won’t.” He might beat the living shit out of me though.

Ripping my eyes from her sad ones, I drag them down her body.

Her neck and tits are littered with hickeys and bite marks. There’s one noticeably darker one on the underside of her breast that I can’t resist.

“Julian,” she warns, her nipples pebbling at my innocent-ish touch.

“I think you need another tattoo,” I muse.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. My bite mark right here. Then anyone who gets the pleasure of seeing your tits will know you’re mine.”

She swallows nervously, letting me know that she’s currently thinking about another man.

The man who really owns her.

Lucky motherfucker.

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