Page 59 of Merciless

“Worked for you, didn’t it?” she whispers breathlessly.

“Clearly, Mav and I are very different. He has the self-restraint of a rock and I—

“Have none?” she guesses. “Reid has told you to keep your hands off me, hasn’t he?”

My lips part, but no words spill from them.

“That’s why you’re letting the shower do the job you’re desperate to. You really are his little bitch, aren’t you?”

I chuckle. “You know nothing, little dove. You’ve no idea the thoughts that are spinning through my head right now.”

“I can make a good guess. Holy shit.” She gasps as I suddenly drop the showerhead lower.

“Be a good little whore and open your legs for me,” I demand.

Really, it’s not necessary, I’ve hit the spot already and we both know it. I just want to see how compliant and desperate she really is.

I left her high and dry earlier.

Has she been thinking about where it could have gone since the moment my cell rang and I dropped her like a rock?

It takes her a second, but her feet finally shuffle apart.

“Good girl,” I praise, making her whimper.

Her hips roll as I hold the showerhead steady. Her palm slaps against the tiles as her body begins to tremble with her incoming release.

“That good, little dove?” I ask, my voice rough with my own desire.

It would be so easy to spin her around, bend her over and take exactly what we both want.

But that isn’t going to get me what I need.

I need her desperate, needy, craving my touch.

I’m going to prove that motherfucker wrong.

You can get way more results with desire than you can fear.

I’ve got this bet in the bag.

It’s just a shame Alana’s orgasm isn’t such a sure thing.

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ALANA

My head falls back as my release surges forward.

“Oh God. Yes. Yes,” I cry.

My muscles lock up and I stop breathing, ready for the delicious crash I’m right on the edge of.

But it never comes.

The second before orgasmic bliss, the pressure on my clit vanishes, and the heat of the man standing before me disappears.

“What the—”

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