Page 13 of Merciless

“That’s where we disagree.”

I startle when her knuckles brush the skin beneath my belly button.

The fucking audacity of this bitch.

My fists curl with my need to physically stop her from touching me. But my need to appear unaffected by her touch is stronger.

“I can’t figure out if you’re really this stupid or just playing a very clever game.”

Her lips twitch at my statement.

“I guess that’s something you’ll need to figure out.”

“Seems like I have a whole lot of things to get out of you.”

Her smirk grows.

“Looks like we might have some fun ahead of us, Big Man.”

Faster than I can comprehend, her hand drops, and she squeezes me through the soft fabric of my sweats.

Unlucky for her, though, my self-restraint is strong and my body reveals nothing.

She can try as hard as she likes. Only one of us will crack here.

“You know, all it’s going to take is the truth.”

“I’m more than aware of what you want from me. Doesn’t mean I’m willing to give anything up, though.”

“Fair enough,” I mutter, watching as she sits back on the bed, looking entirely too comfortable for my liking.

“This place is pretty sweet you’ve got down here,” she says, completely unfazed by the whole situation.

“The fact you know it exists doesn’t put you in a very good position. I’ve killed for less.”

“Maybe so. You won’t kill me, though,” she says confidently.

“Is that right?”

She stares down at her nails as if this conversation is boring the shit out of her.

“It is. Before long, I’ll be walking back up those stairs into the loving arms of my husband.”

I can’t help but snort.

“Maybe I’ll go with stupid after all. He won’t be coming for you. Not when he finds out what you’ve been doing.”

“You’re assuming he doesn’t know.” She finally looks up after picking at a bit of skin on her finger.

“I’m happy to test the theory and find out. It hasn’t just been Kane you’ve been fucking, has it?”

She shrugs. Fucking shrugs.

I knew this woman was going to be a royal pain in my ass. But her complete lack of concern or fear is throwing me off balance.

I’ve had men twice my size cowering. Yet, this slim, five-foot-five, blonde-haired woman apparently couldn’t care less that I’ve tortured and killed more men than the number of years I’ve lived.

Who the fuck is she?

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