Page 39 of Merciless

Thinking about you and those sinful lips.

I think the school should see how those lips fit perfectly around my cock.

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My stomach twists in knots.

I’m on my knees, eyes red and glossy from the tears that stream down my puffy cheeks. His thick cock stretches my lips apart, and my shoulders tense as he hits the back of my throat.

I quickly exit the thread and flip my phone so the screen is against my lap. I peer at Elijah from the corner of my eye, making sure he didn’t look over and see that embarrassing picture of me.

He can help me, the tiny voice whispers.

If I take Elijah’s offer, I don’t have to tell him about the late-night visitor and the texts from him. It’ll all go away. He’ll go away.

“I’ll do it,” I say.

Elijah turns his head toward me, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “You want my help?”

I nod. “Yeah, I do.”

“What made you change your mind so fast?”

My fingers tighten around my phone, and I swallow hard. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while. Weighing the pros and cons and whatnot.” I glance at him. “The pros outweigh the cons.”

“What are the cons?” His knuckles turn white on the steering wheel, and I’m unsure if he notices.

“It doesn’t matter, does it?”

The trees thicken outside, and we approach the high gates to the elite college.

“And you’re sure you want to make this deal with me?” Elijah side-eyes me. “You’ll have to keep your end of the bargain in order for me to help you.”

“I’m aware you’re not doing this out of the goodness of your heart.” I cast a half-hearted glare at him. “So yes, I’m sure.”

His smile sends my heart racing. It’s the same smile he wore when his darkened eyes looked up at me from between my legs—if it was him, but I’m banking on it.

“Then you’re coming with me tonight to a race,” he says. “Meet me outside by eleven sharp, and wear something slutty.”

My lips part. “Something . . . slutty?”

“It’s part of the rules.”

“Do you and Asher have to wear slutty clothes, too? Or is it just me?” I don’t even have anything slutty to wear.

He raises an eyebrow. “Are you wanting us to wear slutty clothes?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then don’t ask questions. Just do as I say and trust there’s a reason for it.”

What kind of reason is that? And what races are they going to that would require me to dress slutty?

I flinch at the memory of last night and the words carved into my skin. Elijah is supposed to protect me from rumors, not play into them.

He parks the car in the lot and shuts off the engine. I shift in my seat and wince at the spark of pain in my bottom. Elijah turns his head and glances at my lap before raising his eyes to my face.

“Is there anything you need to tell me?” He reaches across the console and rests his hand on my leg. His fingers curl on the inside, too close to the apex of my thighs.