Page 44 of Merciless

He pauses with his hand on the door, ready to slam it closed, locking me inside.

“I’m starving. Please can I have something to eat?”

“I’ll see what I can do. Anything else?”

I pause, and he takes it as a no, pulling the door closed.

“A notebook.”

“A notebook? If you want to write Mav love letters, then I’m pretty sure you’ll be shit out of luck.”

“I’m not writing to anyone. I just… please?” I ask weakly before he finally slams the door, leaving me alone. And horny.

“ARGH,” I scream, kicking out my tired legs like a toddler having a tantrum.

Not my finest moment. But I really don’t give a fuck.

11

REID

I stand with my palm resting on my desk staring at the screen in disbelief as JD massages Alana’s fucking ankles.

He had one rule.

Don’t fucking touch her.

And what does he do?

Fucking touches her.

I want to be pissed off that he defied me. But honestly, I knew he would. I’d probably be disappointed if he didn’t. What really pisses me off is the way she’s melting for him.

He’s barely doing anything and she’s practically a puddle of need on that cot.

I tell myself to let it go. If he turns her into a needy little whore who’s desperate for his cock then maybe he’ll manage to get more out of her than I have.

Hell knows she’s fighting hard against my techniques this far.

Although I must admit, I wasn’t expecting the hair thing to touch such a nerve.

I expected her to care. Most girls with long hair would, but after everything I’ve thrown at her so far, I wasn’t expecting that to be the thing that broke her.

Watching her tears, though. Fuck me. She looked beautiful. The only thing that would make it better would be if she were choking on my cock at the same time.

Don’t go there.

Ignoring JD and the way she’s rubbing her foot against his junk, I focus on her.

She probably thinks she looks like a hot mess right now. But she’s wrong.

There’s a reason why he’s probably as hard as nails under her foot.

I know I fucking well would be.

Jesus. I’m fucking jealous of him getting his cock rubbed by her foot. What is wrong with me? It’s like I’ve reverted back to being a horny twelve-year-old boy, hoping for a hand job at the back of class.

Grabbing my cell from the side, I grip it so hard I worry it’s about to shatter in my hand as I wait for a sign I know is coming to get him the fuck out of there.

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