Page 99 of Merciless

Elijah rips his lips from mine, and he spins me around with my back to him. He shoves between my shoulder blades.

“Ass out,” he growls.

The word wait sits on the tip of my tongue but doesn’t come out.

I’m done waiting, and he is too.

Elijah grabs my hips and jerks me backward, closer to him. Every touch, every word, is harsh and desperate.

He unbuttons his pants and frees his erection. I peek at him over my shoulder, my breath coming out in quick bursts.

“You’re so wet for me.” He smacks my folds with his cock before slamming inside me.

My eyes roll back as he forces more of his length into me. It keeps going and going and going until he bottoms out.

I thought this would hurt. Or that I would see black dots and my ears would ring because of how sore I am from the last time. The only discomfort here is the pressure from his invasion. It goes all the way to my lower stomach as he meets resistance.

Elijah pulls out, then slams into me again. His hips slap against my bottom as he shows no mercy with his thrusts. I rock into him with every forward stroke inside me. That seems to throw him into a tizzy because he fists my hair and holds me still as he fucks me.

The sounds of our flesh meeting and our harsh breathing fill the room. I bite my tongue to keep from moaning and making it worse. We can’t get caught like this.

“Fuck, Eden.” He slaps my ass and dips his hand between my legs.

My mouth falls open in a silent moan as he uses my wetness to rub my clit.

“Make a sound, and I’ll shove my cock in your mouth instead,” he says.

I suck in a strangled breath and freeze.

That’s the same thing the man who came into my dorm room said.

It’s a coincidence. That’s all.

The thought melts my tension, and I move my hips to rock back into him. His hand disappears from my hair and slides around my throat to squeeze. It’s enough pressure to make it feel like I can’t breathe.

My eyelashes flutter, and my lips part on a silent moan. My muscles lock, and I push onto the tips of my toes as my orgasm sweeps me off my feet.

“Dirty girl,” he whispers in my ear. He chuckles beneath his breath. “Do you like it when I choke you?”

I nod and dig my fingers into the mattress, blindly scratching it for purchase.

“I’ll remember that.” Elijah grabs my hips, and his grunts fill the room, along with the sounds of our flesh slapping together.

He groans, and warmth fills me as he comes. He moves harder, as if he’s pushing his cum deeper inside me.

I try to pull away, but he holds me in place, rocking me up and down on his shaft as he pushes deeper with every downward stroke.

“You’re not wasting my cum.” He slams into me one more time and holds still.

“I’m not on birth control!”

Does it matter? You let Asher come inside you last night.

My stomach twists at the small voice in the back of my mind.

“Good.” He pulls out and swipes the swollen tip against my folds and pushes the escaped cum back into me.

I spin around and glare at him. “What the hell do you mean, good? Are you out of your mind?”