Page 57 of Merciless

“Mav’s a good man,” she says quietly.

“I guess that depends on who you ask. The bodies he’s put in the ground over the years would probably say otherwise.”

“Is he still out looking for me?”

“What do you think?” I mutter, my eyes locked on her ass.

“I think he’s smarter than both of you put together. I think he’ll figure it out and come after me.”

“If he does then he’s not as smart as you think. Coming here would be akin to a death wish for him.”

“So just let me go.” She tips her face toward the spray, letting the soap bubbles rush down over her curves.

Fuck, I wish I could see the front.

“Not going to happen, Dove. That ring on your finger might make you think you belong to Mav. But you’re ours now.

“You. Belong. To. Us.”

“Wrong,” she states, before finally spinning around and giving me exactly what I need.

And ho-ly fuck.

No wonder this woman has Hawks all across town on their knees for her.

She’s a fucking goddess.

Her fingers massage her scalp, making her round tits bounce lightly. Her rosy nipples are hard, her chest heaving—probably with anger, but I’m happy to lie to myself right now. The dip of her waist and the flare of her hips are the kinds of things you usually only see in your dreams. But right now, it’s standing in front of me.

“No conditioner?” she asks, checking the bottles on the shelves.

“Reid isn’t overly concerned with the moisture content of his prisoner’s hair.”

“Surprised he cares about their cleanliness,” she mutters, reaching for the shower gel again.

“Trust me, torturing someone who smells like a garbage truck and who’s shit his pants for a week isn’t fun for anyone.”

“I guess every job has its hardships,” she quips as she lifts both her hands to her breasts.

All the air rushes from my lungs as I watch her.

“What else did he say, JD?” she demands.

“H-he said…” I stutter like a sex-starved fool. “That you’re not a whore or a thief.”

“Why would he think I was a thief?”

“Because I suggested he check his bank account to see if you’ve run away with his fortune.”

“He’d never believe I’d do something like that.”

“Then he trusts you more than he should.”

“Is that what you think of me?” she inquires, continuing to put on a show for me.

“Right now, I’m not sure I’m capable of thinking,” I confess.

“What’s the plan here, JD? Keep me locked up, torture my secrets out of me, get off on driving me crazy, and then what? Hand me back once you’re bored of me?”

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