Page 93 of Merciless

Curling my fingers around the hem of her soaked jersey, I peel it up her body.

She hisses when I pass her nipples.

“Sensitive?” I ask, my lips brushing her ear as I do.

“A little,” she lies.

“Can’t wait to suck on them. To drive you crazy with just those alone.”

She lifts her arms, allowing me to rid her of her top easily.

It lands on the floor with a wet slap.

“Please,” she whimpers, getting closer and closer to the desperate whore that I want.

I squeeze her breasts again before sliding my hands down her toned stomach and undoing her skirt.

In seconds, it lands on the floor at her ankles, leaving her naked for me.

“Kick it away,” I demand roughly before my lips find her neck.

“Oh God.” She gasps as I kiss a trail down to her shoulder.

“You’re so sexy, Dove,” I mutter as my hands begin to wander.

I’ve been imagining for days just how soft her body would be. Massaging her wrists and ankles was the biggest tease ever.

Gripping her hips, I drag her ass back, grinding myself against her.

“Julian, please.”

“Fuck, that sounds good.”

She gasps when I suddenly spin her around, pressing her back against the tiles, holding her in place with my hand around her throat.

“Damn, little Dove,” I murmur. “Look at you.”

Her chest heaves, making the diamonds in her new piercings sparkle in the light. Her waist dips in, her hips flare, and that spot between her legs draws me in.

Fuck. I want it.

I want it so bad.

The temptation to drop to my knees and feast on her is strong. But she’s going to need to work harder.

I want her so desperate for it—for me—she can barely stand it.

Ripping my eyes back up, I find hers. But she isn’t looking at me. Not this part of me anyway. Her gaze is firmly locked on my hard cock.

“You really want my dick, don’t you, Dove?”

The second her tongue sneaks out to lick her lips, I almost lose the tenuous grip I have on my restraint.

“Soon,” I promise her. “I’ll let you choke on my dick very, very soon.”

Reaching out, I grab one of the new bottles I stocked this shower with and squeeze a generous amount of cherry shower gel into my hands.

The sweet scent explodes through the air and it’s enough to drag Alana’s eyes up.

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