Page 126 of Merciless

“No,” I sob. “Please, just let me go.”

“But we’ve paid a lot of money for this. Be grateful you little bitch.”

The sting of Reid’s spank brings me back again.

But it’s not enough. My past, my fear, my dark and haunting memories have me in a tight hold.

Something presses against my entrance, and I scream.

“No, no, no.”

“Don’t you want what you’re so desperate for, Pet? I know it’s not a dick, but it’s the next best thing.”

I try to crawl away, to escape whatever he’s doing, but his hand lands on my hip and I’m anchored in place, giving me little choice but to let it happen.

Story of my life.

Constantly under the control of men.

My body played and manipulated to please them.

I might try and take the upper hand, but ultimately, they always win.

“Please,” I whimper.

The words he wants dance on the tip of my tongue. The reason behind all of this bullshit is right there. They would end this.

Could…

But this is never going to end. Reid is never going to let me out of this cell, out of his house and allow me to continue with my life with Mav like nothing happened.

That’s a fantasy.

Whether he drags my secrets out of me or not doesn’t matter. Not really.

This is it for me now. I’m either going to spend the rest of my life as his prisoner, or he’s going to kill me. There is no option here.

“Oh God,” I cry when something pushes inside me, stretching me open.

He’s right, though. It’s not his dick and that realization makes me sob with disappointment.

It doesn’t stop my body from sucking whatever it is deeper, though.

“Look at that,” he muses. “Such a good little whore.”

The fullness inside me makes me sob in relief. But it’s nowhere near enough. My hips roll despite this as I fight to get what I need.

“Please,” I whimper.

“You need more?” he asks, his voice rough with desire, letting me know that he’s not as unaffected by this as I’m sure he wants to be.

“Yes, yes,” I beg like the shameless whore he accuses me of being.

I can’t help it. I was trained from a very young age to crave everything a man can give me. It’s instinctive, so deeply fucking ingrained that I can’t stop it.

I scream like a banshee when the thing he’s just pushed inside me starts vibrating.

“Oh my God. What the fuck?” I cry.

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