Page 124 of Merciless

He shakes his head, his signature smirk still in place.

“Sure. You’re hot. I can see why JD is so determined to break the rules and see if Victor’s number-one whore is as good as he thinks she is.

“But unlike him, I care about where my pussy has been. And yours… I’ve no fucking idea.”

“Fuck you,” I seethe.

“I think I just covered why that won’t be happening.” On instinct, my foot lifts from the floor, my knee desperate to make contact with his junk and take him to the ground. But the motherfucker sees it coming a mile off and jumps back.

His eyes darken, his expression cooling even more, making my heart jump into my throat.

“And here I was considering going easy on you,” he whispers darkly.

“Please.” The word slips from my lips without instruction from my brain. Although I’m not sure what I’m really begging for.

Something tells me it’s the opposite of what I should be.

“Oh, Pet,” he muses, his eyes darting around my face as if he’s committing every inch of me to memory. “You really are my favorite prisoner.”

Before I’ve had a chance to really hear those words, he grips my waist and spins me around, pinning my front to the cold, unforgiving wall.

I cry out as my arms are pulled behind my back, making my nipples rub against the unforgiving wall, sending sparks of desire shooting straight to my clit.

The rattle of metal distracts me before something cold and hard wraps around my wrists.

“Oh, you fucking—” I force myself to stop talking, hating that I’m giving so much away.

“No need to stop on my account,” he mutters, leaning in so his breath races over my ear and down my neck. “You know how to end all this, Pet.”

“Get fucked,” I snap.

“Give me the truth, and I might just let you walk away.”

“I don’t owe you anything.”

“This isn’t about what I’m owed, Alana. It’s about my future. And if you and your husband are going to get in the way, then I need to know now so I can do something about it.”

He pulls me from the wall by my cuffed hands and throws me down onto the cot.

I cry out as my knees hit and my face plummets toward the hard surface. But just before I make contact, his fingers slide into my hair, stopping me.

“I don’t give a shit about your future,” I confess. “The only one I’m focused on is mine.”

“Right now, Pet. You don’t have a future outside of these four walls.”

“He’ll figure out where I am eventually. He’ll come for me.”

Reid chuckles as he pushes my cheek to the cot, leaving me ass up and totally exposed to him.

“I think I’ve already proven tonight that I’ll win.”

“He won’t give up,” I argue.

“And why is that?”

“Because he won’t allow another Harris to ruin my life.” I gasp, slamming my lips shut as I realize what I just said.

“Don’t you enjoy working for Daddy, Pet?”

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