Page 100 of Merciless

He grins and tucks himself into his pants. “Maybe I am.”

“I could get pregnant.” Tears form in my eyes, and I hold them back from breaking free.

“I’m putting a baby inside you tonight.” Asher’s words replay in my head, and I force them out of my mind. I don’t need the reminder, dammit. This isn’t Asher that I’m talking to, but it’s odd how the twins have the same mentality.

His gaze darkens, and a slow smile creeps onto his face. “I want to see your stomach swollen with my child. You trying to scare me won’t work.”

I suck in a breath and step back. I fix my panties and skirt into place. “First you said you want a relationship with me, and now you want me pregnant. What else? Marriage too?”

His smile widens, more wolfish than humorous. “I’ll see you downstairs.”

I grab his arm as he walks away, and I shake my head. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Elijah turns and invades my space. “You. That’s what’s wrong with me.”

“I don’t know how it’s my fault since I haven’t done anything.”

“Yes . . . you . . . have.” He says each word slowly, bending down until his lips hover above mine.

I swallow hard and hold still. Something’s changed about him. His demeanor is off, as if he’s a tight cord threatening to snap.

He hesitates before his lips crash against mine, his tongue shoving into my mouth. I suck in a breath and push him away, but he catches my wrists and pins them against his chest.

All I can do is accept defeat, kissing him back as if my life depends on it.

He tastes of raspberries.

The kiss ends too soon for my liking. He catches my lower lip between his teeth, pulls it out, then releases it with a pop. His groan goes straight between my legs, igniting the fire in me again.

“Please,” I whisper.

He grins and kisses me one last time before pulling away. “Find me again later if you’re desperate for more.”

My eyelashes flutter as I open my eyes. Elijah stares at me for a moment. He’s looking at me with desire, want, and longing. It’s so different, seeing him like this.

I swallow hard. “We shouldn’t have done that.”

He grins, leans forward, and kisses the corner of my mouth. “I’ll fuck you as many times as I want. Do you understand?”

“You don’t get to decide that.” I turn my head away from him, making his lips brush against my cheek. I try to ignore the fact that I’m even more turned on by his demands.

Maybe it won’t hurt to continue fucking him. We’re already in the deep end, so why stop here?

I mentally shake away the tiny voice in my head.

If I keep sleeping with Elijah, it’ll only prove the person who’s texting me right—that I fuck my brother and I’m easy.

Elijah pinches my cheeks between his fingers again and turns my head, forcing me to look into his dark, merciless eyes. “I get to decide that, and I know you want it, too. You want me too.”

“What if someone finds out? What then?”

“You act as if I’m afraid of the outcome.” He smirks. “Have a little trust and quit fighting me.”

He kisses me one last time on the lips before he backs away and leaves the room.

I blink, shocked by what just happened.

Leaving Elijah’s bedroom, I walk to my door and shut it behind me. I lean against the wall and stare blankly at my bed.