Page 104 of Merciless

He chuckles, shaking his head at me like I’m an idiot.

“Don’t worry, bro. I’m going to follow orders.” He winks before taking back off toward her cell.

I follow and love the way her eyes widen when she clocks the dagger hanging from his fingers.

“What are you doing?” she asks, lifting her feet from the floor.

“Don’t move them.” He growls fiercely. She stops immediately, her eyes widening at his tone.

She might not have experienced the dark side of JD during her stay down here. He’s certainly been playing the good cop while I’m the bad, but she’d be naïve to think that side of him doesn’t exist.

He’s as dark and twisted as they come. He might have the cheeky smile and crack a few bad jokes, but that doesn’t mean he can’t cause a bloodbath and then crawl into bed only minutes later and get a full night’s sleep as if nothing happened.

Some might even say he’s worse than me because he hides it so well.

I know I’m a scary motherfucker. I wear my scowl and warning sign like a fucking label. JD doesn’t. You won’t even notice him slit your throat because he’s too busy charming the pants off you.

Dangerous. Really fucking dangerous.

She watches him as he drops to his knees at the end of her bed again and stares down at her cunt.

“You seen how wet she is, bro?” JD asks me.

Of course I fucking have. And despite being desperate to look again, I keep my eyes locked on her face, hoping like hell I’m pulling off the impassive, almost bored expression I’m aiming for.

“She’s a whore. Of course she’s wet.”

She whimpers.

“How many men has my father had you fuck exactly, Pet?”

She wants to close her eyes and hide from the question, but she’s too stubborn for that.

“Kane, obviously. But five others? Ten? Twenty?”

Her lips press together.

“And why did you need to entertain them? Were they just bored of their wives? Imagined trying out a younger model to reminisce about their youth?”

Her lips twitch as if she wants to answer, but they don’t part.

I shoot a look at JD and he moves, twisting the dagger around and swiping the handle through her folds.

She jolts at the contact, her gaze switching to what he’s doing between her legs.

“Oh God.”

“You want more?” I ask, loving the way her hips roll as she seeks more. “Then you answer my questions.”

“Please,” she begs.

“How many men, Pet? How big of a whore are you?”

“I-I didn’t count.”

Giving up on not watching, my eyes focus on her cunt just as JD pushes the end of the handle inside her.

“Fuck.” She gasps.

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