Page 145 of Merciless

“Then be mad at me. Take that anger out on us.”

A different pair of hands raises my skirt and exposes more of my lower half to Asher. I turn my head and glare at Elijah, who’s wearing his glasses.

“Don’t even think about it,” I growl.

He brushes a strand of hair off my face. “He’s already knuckle-deep inside you. I think we’re well past thinking.”

I look down at Asher as he slides another finger inside me and spreads the digits. A moan crawls up my throat, but I swallow it, not wanting them to hear. I’m supposed to be upset with them. What they did was awful. I don’t understand why they’re still toying with my already hurt feelings.

Because that’s what they do, a small voice in the back of my mind whispers. They’re called merciless for a reason.

Tears spring to my eyes, and I swallow hard around the lump in my throat.

Asher lowers himself onto his stomach. He blows warm air against my clit and looks at me from beneath his lashes.

“Go ahead,” he murmurs. “Beg for it.”

I arch my back and look between the twins. Elijah smirks at me, and Asher waits for me to beg while he teases my clit with air and the tip of his tongue. I turn my focus to Asher and bite my bottom lip.

“So stubborn,” he murmurs.

Maybe I am, but it doesn’t feel right to give in so easily.

Elijah unbuttons my uniform jacket, then spreads it.

“I think I know what she wants,” he says.

My gaze snaps to him, and I hold my breath. He smirks down at me as he unbuttons my shirt, shoves it open, then yanks down my bra to free my breasts.

“You want us to take control, hmm?” Elijah says.

I shake my head. “Don’t you dare.”

Elijah’s gaze rakes down my body, leaving behind a trail of fire that burns me to the core. He tucks his knuckles beneath my jaw and lifts my head so that I’m looking at him again.

“Don’t look away from me,” he says, then directs his next order to Asher while never ending the eye contact with me. “Eat her out and get her ready for us.”

“With pleasure.” Asher tosses his sucker onto the nightstand. He licks his lips and cuts the zip ties before he pulls off my panties and skirt. My shirt, jacket, and bra join them on the floor.

My hips jump off the bed the moment Asher’s tongue swipes over my clit. His moan vibrates into me, and he locks his arms around my thighs to keep me spread open for him.

Elijah moves from my side and straddles my chest, blocking my view of Asher. He undoes his pants and shoves them down to free his erection. His cock bobs as he eases forward until the tip presses against my mouth.

“You want us to take control,” Elijah says. He fists the hair at the top of my head. “Just like what I did before.”

“Fuck you.” I flinch and turn my cheek to him.

He tuts and yanks my head to face him again. “Then come fuck us.”

I glare at him through my lashes.

He taps his cock against my bottom lip. “Suck.”

That one command makes my toes curl. Asher sucks my clit into his mouth and hums. My eyes roll back, and I part my lips on a silent moan. Elijah takes advantage by shoving his dick to the back of my throat. I cough before hollowing my cheeks and sucking.

It’s fucked up that I want them to take the control away from me. To use me, like how Elijah wore the mask and broke into my dorm.

Elijah’s fingers tighten in my hair, and he fucks my mouth with powerful strokes, each one hard and slow. Asher pushes two fingers inside me and spreads me open. His tongue laps my clit.