Page 105 of Merciless

“Look at you,” JD muses, his fingers gripping the blade as he teases her. “Desperate little whore, aren’t you, Dove?”

“Please,” she begs.

“Why did you fuck them, Alana?”

“M-many reasons.”

“Like?” I ask.

“Take their phones. Wallets. Plant drugs on them. Anything.”

“Why?”

“JD,” she screams when he pushes the handle deeper inside her.

“Alana, focus,” I demand.

She squeezes her eyes closed before opening them and focusing on me.

“I-I don’t know. I never a-asked.”

“But you knew about Kane.”

“He w-was different.”

“Do you have names?”

Her lips slam shut.

“You want him to finish you. You answer my questions,” I tell her firmly.

She nods as JD slowly fucks her, pushing the whole handle inside her this time as he holds the blade between his fingers.

“Some. I have some names.”

“And you’ll give them to us?”

She nods. “Yes, yes. Please,” she begs, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes as her frustration gets the better of her. “Oh my God.”

“Why did you do it, Alana? Why did you agree?” I heard what she said to JD earlier, but there’s more to the story. There has to be.

“To protect Mav.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s my husband,” she screams, her release getting closer and closer.

“But he won’t touch you. Why would you agree to be Victor’s whore for a man who won’t touch you.”

“He’s protecting me,” she sobs, thrashing against her bindings.

“Why?”

“Because I’m fucked up,” she cries.

She squirms, right on the edge of her release, one more move and JD will shove her right over the edge.

He looks over at me. A silent understanding passes between us. It’s the kind of connection that only grows with a lifetime of friendship.

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