Page 33 of Merciless

“You’ve got real fascination with that, haven’t you, Dove?”

“Dove?” Reid echoes.

“Apparently, I’m this delicate little innocent bird you’ve got locked up down here,” Alana teases. “Think that means you need to treat me with care and a gentle touch.”

Reid scoffs, clearly not impressed with my nickname, while I continue rubbing the blood from my body right in front of her eyes.

“Reid doesn’t do gentle. I, however—”

“Enough,” Reid barks.

“C-careful, B-big Man,” she stutters, the cold starting to get to her again. “Y-you sound awfully j-jealous.”

Suddenly the water cuts out and she sighs with relief.

“Go and find some clothes. Those motherfuckers need food.”

“Me too,” Alana says with a seductive smirk as I step away from her.

“You’ll eat when I say you eat,” Reid barks.

“Is he always this pissy?” Alana asks, making me laugh while I shake the water from my hair.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

“Brilliant,” she mutters.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” I say as I move toward the hallway.

Reid’s impatience to get her alone again has him on the verge of snapping. I might like to toy with him every chance I get, but I also know when to rein it in.

“I’ll be here.”

“It’s a date.”

I disappear before Reid can react and dart up the stairs, leaving wet footprints behind me. He’ll fucking love me for that.

They continue down the hallway, up the stairs, and into my bedroom.

Kicking the door closed, I march straight into my bathroom and turn my real shower on.

I might have washed the blood from my body, but that cunt’s smell is still stuck in my nose. If only Alana’s sweet scent was enough to wipe it out.

Shoving my boxers from my hips, I kick them in the direction of the laundry basket and step under the warm spray.

My skin erupts in goose bumps as I think about how much she wants this right now.

I bet she’d probably do just about anything for a warm shower and a set of dry clothes.

Just like I’d have done quite a lot of things to make the most of her tied to that chair, while we were alone down there.

Fuck, Ezra might have taunted Reid with the fact that Alana is every bit his type. But as best friends, we have very similar tastes. And fuck if Alana with her long blonde hair, blue eyes, and sinful curves, isn’t it.

Yeah, she’s married. Not usually the kind of woman I make a play for. Hawks’ wives are off-limits unless an agreement has been made. Which most do because they don’t give a shit about anyone but themselves. I might be able to take every motherfucker in this town, but that doesn’t mean I want to just for the sake of a half-decent fuck with his whore.

Which, let’s be honest, most of them are.

Alana wasn’t wrong with what she said downstairs about the kind of women who hang around the clubhouse hoping to hook up with a Hawk.

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