Page 49 of Merciless

With my eyes closed, it’s easy to pretend it’s Elijah doing this. Warmth pools between my legs, and I squeeze my thighs together as the throbbing intensifies.

“Elijah,” I moan. “Please.”

“Say it again,” he growls.

“Elijah!”

He groans, and cum spurts onto my lips and the base of my throat. His thrusts slow until the last load pools between my breasts.

I open my eyes and lick my lips.

The fantasy is over, and I’m back in my dorm with the masked man as he tucks his softening cock back into his pants. He snaps a few pictures of his handiwork, then moves off me.

Waving his phone in the air, he walks toward the door. “Thanks for the pictures. I can’t wait to show your brother the video, too.”

I sit up and scramble off the bed. “Wait! Please don’t show him!”

He stops at the door and turns to me, the corners of his eyes wrinkled with another hidden smile. “What will I get in return?”

I freeze. “You want something?”

He slowly nods.

I swallow hard and cross my arms, my fingers trembling as I rub my biceps. “You’re fucked up in the head.”

He takes a step toward me. “And so are you.”

“No, I’m not.”

He takes another, closing the gap between us. “You’re a filthy fucking liar. You were moaning like a whore, and if I stick my hand down your shorts, I bet I’ll find you soaking wet. So let’s try this again.”

He stops in front of me. I have to tilt my head to look up at his face.

“What will I get if I don’t show your brother how turned on you got thinking about him while I fucked your tits?”

I lick my lips and wince when I taste him. I rack my brain for what I can give him, but I’m coming up blank.

What would a sick asshole like him want from me?

“I won’t tell anyone about you,” I say.

“Not good enough.” He moves closer, and his chest bumps against mine.

“I don’t know what you want.”

“You know exactly what I want.”

“Sex?”

He chuckles and backs away. “More than that.”

“More than sex?” My eyebrows pinch together, and I grit my teeth.

He slips his phone into his pocket and opens the door. “Think long and hard, whore. What will keep me quiet?”

“I-I don’t know!”

“I’ll give you a clue.” He turns to look at me over his shoulder. “What would I want with a slut like you?”