Page 73 of Merciless

“Look at you,” he muses. “You’re practically begging for me.”

“No.”

“Your chest is heaving, your nipples are hard and we both know that you’re wet, you dirty whore.”

“Get fucked,” I bark.

He chuckles.

“Now, now, that isn’t what you really want, is it?”

My teeth grind, but I refuse to respond as his breath rushes over my face and down my neck.

Goose bumps erupt, and my nipples harden even more.

Damn JD for stealing my bra and making it even more obvious.

“Oh my God.” I moan loudly when he suddenly cups both of my breasts.

My head falls back as the warmth of his hands on me rushes straight to my clit.

“What are you—” He pinches my nipples, making me cry out.

“Whore.” He growls.

Then he’s gone and before I can catch myself, I cry out again, missing his touch.

That longing soon vanishes though when my shirt is dragged up and the cool air of the room rushes over my skin.

“Reid.” I moan, aware that he’s staring at my bare chest.

“JD was right. Not all of you is toxic.”

“Asshole,” I hiss.

“I can understand why men fall under your spell, Pet.”

He moves behind me before something wraps around my shoulders, tying me back to the chair and ensuring my shirt can’t fall over me. It leaves me unable to move even an inch.

What the fuck is he doing?

There’s a clank of something metal before the heat of his hand surrounds one of my breasts.

“Oh God.” I groan, but then there’s coldness against my nipple. “What the hell is that?” I snap.

He chuckles.

“Your clit tells me that you’re a bit of a masochist, Pet. I want to test that theory.”

“Fuck you.”

“No thanks. I’ve no idea where you’ve been.”

“Oh, that’s original.”

“Sit still.”

“Asshole,” I snap.

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