Page 125 of Merciless

“No.”

My heart pounds harder. I lift my head and suck in a breath when I find a pair of onyx eyes staring at me. Asher smirks and tucks me closer against him.

“I’m burning up,” I say.

“Then lie over me,” he says with a lazy smile. “I’m cold, and need you to warm me up.”

“You’re lying.”

He shrugs. “You don’t know that.”

“You have sweat on your forehead, too.”

“It could be from anything.” He nuzzles the hair beside my ear. He catches my earlobe between his teeth, sending feel-good shivers up my spine.

“Are you going to warm me up, little ghost?” he whispers.

My cheeks burn.

Unable to resist, I roll over him and rest my head against his chest. Our naked bodies mold together, and his erection rubs against my stomach. He cups my ass cheeks with his large hands and squeezes. I bite my bottom lip to keep from whimpering.

“Aren’t you tired from last night?” I whisper.

“No. I have a lot of catching up to do.” He smacks my ass. “And I’ll never catch up.”

Our eyes meet, and we don’t need to say a word for us to understand what’s being said in that one look.

Asher flips us over in a blink, and he guides the tip of his cock outside my opening. His lips crash against mine, his tongue shoving into my mouth as his cock rams into me.

I wince, but he doesn’t soften the blow. He barely gives me time to adjust to his size before pulling out and plunging forward in brutal strokes.

“Don’t make a sound,” he whispers into my mouth. “You’re all mine right now, little ghost.”

I let out a shaky breath into his mouth, which he greedily swallows before thrusting his tongue against mine. It matches the same rhythm as his cock—slow and hard.

I wrap my legs around his lean waist, loving the feeling of his warm, firm body against my softer frame. With each thrust, I’m shoved closer to my orgasm. I didn’t think I had it in me after the countless times the guys made me see stars last night, but it builds, creeping closer and coiling in the pit of my stomach like a taut string threatening to snap.

My head lolls to the side, ending the kiss, and I crack open my eyes, meeting another pair of onyx eyes. Elijah smirks, watching as Asher fucks me to within an inch of my life.

I don’t think Asher knows that Elijah is awake. His head hangs over my face, eyes locked on me.

My eyelashes flutter, and my back arches as the orgasm rips through me. I tip my head back and scratch my nails down Asher’s back as I ride out the waves of pleasure. He groans and pounds harder into me.

“Get her on her hands and knees,” Elijah says, breaking through the fuzziness in my head.

Asher lifts his head and glares at his brother for a moment before pulling out of me. He helps me up and flips me onto my stomach before lifting me onto my hands and knees. He enters me from behind and groans.

“Fuck, baby.” He slaps my ass as he pounds into me before completely stopping and letting out a shuddering breath. “Suck his cock, little ghost.”

“Well, look at that,” Elijah says. He moves onto his knees in front of me. “You’re about to make him come early, birdie. Suck my dick and give my brother a chance to come down from the ledge.”

I open my mouth with a moan. I lower my head onto his cock, taking as much as I can. He fists my hair, guiding me further, just like the last time I sucked him.

“That’s my good slut,” Elijah says, his voice a purr.

My heart skips a beat, and my pussy clenches onto Asher’s cock.

I didn’t think I’d enjoy being degraded by my stepbrothers. Especially after the bully did nothing but that while he used me like I was nothing more than a hole to him.