Page 118 of Merciless

I leave the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my body, droplets of water running down my skin from the shower. I needed it badly, not because I was dirty but because I felt filthy and guilty. What happened in the car was . . . out of this world.

Having Asher watch me suck Elijah’s cock shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was.

The way Elijah took control and used me for his own pleasure like I was nothing more than a doll for him shouldn’t have been something that turned me on either. However, it did.

Who the hell am I and what happened to the girl who didn’t want to get involved with men?

Now I have to live with the guilt of wanting both of my stepbrothers.

Elijah and Asher still don’t know that I was awake when they fooled around with me in my bedroom at our parents’ house. I don’t know if I’ll ever tell them, but I want more of that. Whatever that was.

Guilt creeps up my throat like acid.

Elijah’s bedroom door opens, and I duck my head as I rush toward the dresser where he made space for my clothes.

“I need to be alone,” I say.

“No, we need to talk about what happened.” He shuts his bedroom door behind him, then slips his hands into his pockets and takes a step toward me.

It’s hard to get a read on his expression. He carefully controls it, only allowing me to see what he wants me to see.

His lip isn’t curled, so that’s a good start.

I shake my head. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Elijah’s eye twitches, and he takes another step toward me. “Are you into my brother?”

I avert my gaze and shake my head. “No.”

He stares at me for a moment, studying my expression as much as I’m trying to get a read on him. He blinks, and the spell breaks.

I let out a shaky breath, my muscles loosening.

He closes the space between us and bends down to trail his lips along my jawline. “I want to try something tonight.”

My eyelashes flutter shut. “Like what?”

“I want to blindfold you.”

My thighs clench together. “I don’t think us having sex right now is a good idea.”

“Because you’re worried he’ll hear us?” He tsks. “Who cares? Asher will leave if it becomes too much.”

He catches my bottom lip between his teeth, and I groan as his mouth slants over mine. He swallows my whimpers, exploring every inch of my mouth and tasting every bit as forbidden as this is.

Elijah walks me backward toward the bed, his tongue still thrusting into my mouth like it’s his cock.

Everything around us drops away, and it’s just him and me.

Elijah breaks the moment by ending the kiss and digging through his nightstand for a black silk blindfold. He holds it up and leans forward to cover my eyes, then ties it in the back.

“Can you see?” he murmurs.

I shake my head.

“I need you to trust me. Can you do that?”

“I trust you.” I don’t know when that happened, but I mean every word.