Page 119 of Merciless

Elijah unfolds the towel from around my body, letting it fall to the floor at my feet. My breasts spill free, and I suck in a breath as he wraps his warm lips around my hardened nipple. His hand cups my other breast, showing it as much attention.

I drop my head back and don’t bother trying to control my harsh breaths. Whenever he touches me, I can’t stop the reactions I have. It’s like a new me takes over. Someone who isn’t afraid of making a noise. Someone who isn’t worried about anything and everything.

I blindly reach forward, and my palms glide over his chest, then down until I stop at his pants. I awkwardly unbutton, then unzip them to free his cock. He groans into my breast as I languidly stroke him.

“Someone’s impatient,” Elijah teases, then moves out of my reach.

“Please.” I lick my lips and reach for him again.

“Have you ever been eaten out from behind?” His voice comes out deeper, huskier than normal.

“No,” I say.

His mouth crashes against mine in a quick, harsh kiss. “Good. Because I would have killed every single man that’s touched you.”

My lips open, then close.

I don’t think now is the time to remind him about the bully who’s been visiting me at night. I don’t want Elijah to go to the lengths of killing him.

Elijah eases me backward onto his bed, then turns me over. The room falls into a deadly silence. I can feel the shift in the air; what used to be calm and even a little teasing turns tense.

“Did he do that to you?” Elijah growls.

There goes the reminder of the bully.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“My slut,” he murmurs. He drags the tip of his finger over the healing cuts.

I clench the sheets. “If you want to stop, we can. I understand if you don’t want to see it.”

“Does it still hurt?”

“No.”

He slaps my bottom. “Then ass up, baby.”

The sheets muffle my yelp, and I raise my hips high into the air.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, and leans forward. “We’re going to circle back to this”—he drags his fingers over the cuts—“in the morning.”

“Okay.” No need to fight him about it. At least he doesn’t know my conflicted feelings about the person.

“You’re so fucking wet for me already.” His fingers hook between my folds and spread them apart. “Did it turn you on when you sucked my cock in front of Asher?”

I turn my head as if I can see him. My eyebrows pinch together, and the word yes weighs on the tip of my tongue. But I bite back my answer, refusing to tell him the truth.

Elijah slaps my ass again, harder this time. “Answer me, birdie.”

I suck in a breath and squeeze my eyes shut.

This shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does right now.

I manage to jerk my chin in a nod.

Elijah spreads my pussy lips wider. He doesn’t acknowledge my answer, which doesn’t help the anxious knot in the pit of my stomach. His tongue swipes from my clit to my opening, over and over.

My lips part, and I arch my back, pushing my ass back into him as he tortures me with his mouth. Heated goosebumps rise on my skin when he thrusts two thick fingers inside me, each stroke deeper than the last. He hooks downward, rubbing against the spot that makes my toes curl.