Page 58 of Merciless

“I don’t know the plan.”

“Oh, that’s right, I’m talking to the puppet, not the master.”

My teeth grind at her words, but I can’t deny they’re true.

Reid beats to the tune of his own drum. I just follow the music.

The only thing I do know though, is that this isn’t about Alana, not really. It’s about Victor.

And if she’s been working with him, then she’s just as much of a target as he is.

“Mav won’t stop,” she assures me. “He won’t forget about me.”

“You sure about that?”

“Yes,” she states confidently.

“Why did he take you in, Dove? Why did he marry you and not fuck you?”

She stares at me, the answers to my questions dancing right on the tip of her tongue.

“You can tell me, little dove. I’m not here to hurt you. But we need to know what we’re dealing with.”

“What you’re dealing with is me. The whore that Victor has been pimping out for whatever reason he sees fit. Mav has nothing to do with this.”

Her words, the way she describes herself, lights a fire inside me.

“No. This has everything to do with him,” I bark, pushing from the counter and closing in on her.

Her eyes widen as I stop just before getting sprayed with water.

“You want him to fuck you, don’t you? Is that what all of this is about? Desperate little housewife doing something stupid to get her husband’s attention?”

“No,” she argues. “That’s not what— What are you doing?” she cries when I step closer and reach behind her for the showerhead.

“But you are desperate, right?”

“Julian.” She moans when I hold the showerhead right in front of her nipple. Both of them harden as I tease her. “Oh God, this shouldn’t feel this good.” She gasps as I switch to the other side.

“Dirty whore,” I whisper in her ear, ensuring my breath rushes over her neck.

“Is this what you want from him? You want him to see you as the beautiful, sexy woman that you are? You want him to take one look at your curves and drop to his knees to worship you?”

Her breathing becomes erratic, her chest heaving, making her tits even more tempting.

My mouth waters to dip low and suck her nipple into my mouth. But I don’t.

I’m not going to touch her.

That’s exactly what she wants.

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“You’ve tried tempting him, haven’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I bet you walk around looking like a dirty little whore to catch his eye.”

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