Page 197 of Merciless

She whimpers.

“You want it, don’t you? If I asked you to, you’d get on your hands and knees right now and crawl to him, beg him for his cock.”

She swallows, but she doesn’t give me a verbal answer.

I don’t need one. Her juices running down my hand is enough.

“One day, you’re going to do it,” I tell her.

Her breathing is erratic, her nipples hard against the fabric of her tank and her eyes dilated with desire.

She cries out when I finally pull my fingers from inside her and lift them between us.

“Look at me,” I demand, releasing Reid from her stare.

She does as she’s told.

“Good girl,” I praise, before opening my mouth and sucking on my fingers, letting her sweet taste flood my lips.

“You’re missing out, man. She tastes so fucking good.” I groan around the digits.

A beat of silence passes. My cock aches, desperate to sink inside her, but I’m pretty sure doing so might just tip him over the edge.

That’s an activity for another time. Just like watching her beg for his dick.

Shit. Why does the idea of watching her with him get me so fucking hot?

By the time I release Alana and turn around, he’s gone.

Fucking pussy.

Shoving my hand into my sweats, I squeeze my aching dick as I turn my eyes back on Alana.

“Fuck, you look sinful right now, Dove.”

Her lips are swollen from my kisses, her neck is red with hickeys, her chest is still heaving, and I know that if I were to rip those boxers from her body that her thighs would be slick.

“Come on,” I say, taking her hand and leading her to the bathroom. “Let’s do as we’re told for once.”

Her eyes are everywhere as we move through the house.

“Not what you were expecting?” I ask.

There’s no doubting Reid’s favorite color when checking out his house, but it’s way homier than most people expect.

“I don’t know what I was expecting,” she confesses as I open the bathroom door and gesture for her to enter.

“Oh wow,” she gasps, taking in the black suite.

“In a former life, Reid was a chef and interior designer.”

“He’s full of surprises, huh?”

“You’ve no idea, little dove,” I say, making a beeline for the sink to wash my hands while she pees. She doesn’t even question the fact I’m in the room. And I like that she’s that comfortable around me more than I should.

“That smells amazing,” she whispers when we finally walk into the large kitchen to find Reid sitting at the table with our dinner already plated up and waiting for us. Somehow I managed to refrain from demanding she sucked my dick while we were alone. It was hard—pun intended—but I managed it. “And this room is incredible.”

Ignoring the table, she walks straight over to the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows that showcase the view of the valley in the distance.

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