Page 103 of Merciless

I shouldn’t want her. She’s married to a man I can’t stand, and working for one I hate more than anything else in this world.

But I can’t get her out of my fucking head.

And despite the fact I haven’t uttered a single word to my best friend, he knows.

He always fucking knows.

This little show he’s been putting on down here has been as much for himself as it has been for me.

I keep my eyes locked on my phone screen, watching them on the other side of the wall, waiting for the moment he’s going to take it too far, but it turns out his words are all I need to register the point of no return.

“I should probably feel bad about doing this to another man’s wife, but right now, I really don’t give a flying fuck,” JD explains, his voice rough with desire.

“Oh God, yes,” she cries, like the desperate little whore she is. And fuck if it doesn’t make my dick jerk. “JD. Please, please.”

Dropping my cell into my pocket, I press my hand to the heavy door and force it open, and step inside.

I find him kneeling in front of her, his face right in front of her cunt, ready to have himself an early dinner.

Something hot and uncomfortable explodes inside me that makes my hands shake, and my demand for them to stop tumbles from my throat without warning.

Both of their eyes snap to mine in surprise. But honestly, neither of them can be as shocked as me.

I never act without thinking. Ever.

Everything I do is always well-thought-out and meticulously planned.

“You have got to be shitting me,” Alana cries, her angry eyes narrowed on mine.

“JD. Get up,” I bark, my fists curling at my sides.

Pushing to his knees, he looks between the two of us as we glare at each other.

Fuck, she looks incredible lying there with her chest heaving and her legs spread wide.

“Oh no,” she warns, ripping her eyes from mine to focus on JD. “You’re not leaving me like this. No fucking way.”

“Shame you’re not in charge here, Pet,” I mutter, folding my arms across my chest as I lean against the doorframe and hoping I look way more chilled out than I actually feel.

Thankfully, Alana is too frustrated to notice my reaction to her. JD, though, that motherfucker can read every single one of my thoughts as if they’re written all over my face.

“Don’t fucking touch her,” I bark when his hand lifts, testing me.

“I fucking hate you,” Alana screams, thrashing against her bindings.

“I’ll try not to lose sleep over it,” I tell her with a smirk.

“JD, please,” she begs shamelessly when he gets to his feet and secures his towel. Not that it really fucking matters, he’s tenting that motherfucker like a pro. “JULIAN,” she screams like a banshee when he marches toward me and slips out of the cell, as if she’s not laid out before him, offering herself up on a platter. “I’m going to kill you. Both of you.”

“What are you doing?” I ask as I follow him down the hallway and find him standing at my tool cupboard, studying the contents.

“You been listening?” he asks, reaching out and grabbing a dagger. “Stupid question. Of course you have. It’s why you’re so fucking pissed off right now.”

When he spins around, he has a shit-eating grin spread across his face.

“Anyway, you’ve heard her confessions. I’m this close to getting everything out of her,” he says, holding his fingers a centimeter apart like an arrogant dick. “And winning our little wager. You want to watch me finish the job?”

“With a knife?” I ask. “I thought I was the one trying to scare the truth out of her.”

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