Page 65 of Merciless

Are you done?

Asher

Popping a new blue-raspberry sucker into my mouth, I watch Elijah read the message. He doesn’t reply, though, which is typical for him.

I’m surprised he doesn’t request the results of my assigned mission. Likely because he’s busy packing our things for the trip.

I roll the sucker in my mouth and glare at my phone.

Something isn’t sitting right.

Eden and Elijah are up to something. I can’t put my finger on it.

I tuck my phone into my pocket, then shut the hood of Eden’s car. I swipe my hands together to rub away the grease. It’s nearly all I can smell, and I hate it. I want the vanilla-and-flower smell back.

No, what I actually want is the sweet scent from Eden’s pussy.

Bringing my right hand to my face, I sniff my fingers and grin. She let me touch her. Kiss her. Whisper dirty things into her ear. Even through the grease, I can smell her arousal. I didn’t wash my hands after spending time with her.

I stride through the parking lot toward the Camaro. Elijah doesn’t want to drive the GT-R. We modified it for street racing, which means no back seat, and we can’t have that. Unless Eden is willing to sit on my lap.

I smirk at the thought and stop beside the purple sports car.

It won’t be long before Eden sneaks off with her packed bags without getting caught by Elijah or me. Can’t have that, either, so I took care of the problem after leaving the bathroom.

After years of watching Eden, I learned she’s flightier than she realizes. She’ll bolt if she senses any hint of confrontation. Same goes for anything she’s not comfortable with—which is why I’m surprised she didn’t run the moment I slipped my finger inside her wet pussy.

My little ghost was uncomfortable, but she still grinded against my hand like the needy little slut she is. Because that’s what she is. She’s a slut for her brother, and soon enough, she’ll take every inch of my cock.

Eden needs to come around and realize that she wants it, too, and that she wants me.

Movement catches my eye.

My gut feeling was right.

Eden stalks to her car with her black travel bag wheeling behind her. She stops at the back door and unlocks it before tossing her luggage into the back seat.

I sit on the hood of the Camaro and swing my legs while watching her. I could do this all day, studying her expressions.

Eden doesn’t check her surroundings. I’m not hiding from her, and if she just looks to the left, she’ll see me a few cars down. She never does, though.

I frown.

Eden ducks into the driver’s seat and slams the door shut. I grin as she attempts to start the car, but it only clicks. Over and over. The engine won’t start, and it never will until I reconnect the leads to the spark plug.

She can run, but she won’t get far.

Eden grips the steering wheel and glares ahead at the courtyard before dropping her forehead against the leather wheel.

I snort a laugh and roll the sucker to the other side of my mouth.

As if she can hear me, Eden turns her head toward me. She peeks at me over her arm as she clutches the steering wheel with her forehead against it.

Her eyes narrow.

“Oh, how wonderful.” Elijah walks past me with the bags and stops at the trunk. “She’s already tried running. At least we don’t have to hunt her down.”

I break the stare with Eden and peer at Elijah over my shoulder. He pops the trunk and lifts one bag into the cramped space.