Page 96 of Merciless

I take a calming breath and lean down. My lips brush against his in a chaste kiss, and I start to draw away from him, but he cups the back of my head to prevent my escape.

“That’s not a kiss,” he whispers against my mouth.

My stomach flips, and I swallow hard, trying to work past my nerves. He’s chipping away at my defenses.

I press my lips firmly against his and hold still. Elijah huffs against my mouth and deepens the kiss by catching my bottom lip with his teeth, then taking advantage of my gasp by plunging his tongue into my mouth.

This time around is so different from last night in his car. The last kiss was frenzied and left no time to explore. This time around, he’s just as demanding, leaving enough room for me to go mad from wanting more from him.

Every swipe of his tongue against mine is methodical, planned out, and downright sinful—just like the last time.

I shouldn’t enjoy this. I shouldn’t want more from my stepbrother, and yet, here I am, needing his hands on me. Needing him to consume me until I don’t know up from down.

He tugs me over his lap until our hips align perfectly for my pussy to grind over his hard cock. I gasp into his mouth, and he swallows the sound with more hungry kisses.

Elijah is the first to end the kiss. He peppers smaller ones along my jaw and down my neck. I bite my bottom lip to keep from whimpering as he finds a sensitive spot on my throat. My hips rock against his on their own, earning a grunt from him as his hips rise to meet mine.

I’m losing it. No, I’ve already lost it, and I want more. I need more.

“Aren’t you going to touch me?” I whisper, my voice husky with desire.

Elijah nips at the spot he’s focused on. “Is that what you want, baby?”

“I am sitting half-naked on your lap right now.”

He lets out a dry laugh and raises his head. I barely glimpse the amusement shining in his eyes before his mouth descends on mine again. His large hand disappears from behind my head and slips into the sliver of space between our bodies. A moan escapes me as he cups my breast and squeezes.

“God, I love the sounds you’re making,” he murmurs into my mouth.

I arch my back to push more of my breast into his palm. Elijah squeezes harder, then pinches my hardened nipple into a tighter, more sensitive peak.

“Care to make another mess on my thigh?” He pinches my other nipple, then squeezes my breast to show it the same attention. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how you rode my leg.”

I throw my head back and rock faster on his lap. The friction against my clit sends me closer to the edge. All I need is one push and I’ll fall into the deep end. Warmth pools low in my stomach, and the familiar tingles build until I’m sure there’s no going back.

I crack open my eyes and find Elijah watching me. He leans back on his palms, resting on the mattress behind him, his eyes dark with lust.

Leaning forward, I kiss him again, needing that connection. He sits up and digs his fingers into the soft flesh of my breast as he squeezes. At some point, the kisses become sloppy. Our teeth knock against each other, and he catches my bottom lip, then nips it until a bead of blood wells to the surface. He licks it away.

“Mmm,” Elijah groans. “As much as I would love to see you come, sis, we still have a game to play.”

I gasp as he moves me off his lap and beside him on the bed.

Blinking away the lust-filled haze, I cover my breasts with my arms and shift in my seat. It’s hard to get comfortable when my inner walls are spasming and my clit is in pain from the denial.

I was so close.

Elijah shifts his hips to get more comfortable, not in the least embarrassed about his erection straining beneath his pants. “Truth or kiss?”

I wet my lips and taste Elijah on them. “Truth.”

He plucks his glasses off his face and pulls a lens wipe out of his pocket. “I’m about to ask you a harder question. Remember, birdie, if you lie to me, you have to take off your panties.”

I clench my jaw.

Elijah wipes his glasses with the cloth. “Have you ever fantasized about me?”

I force myself to continue staring at him since he knows when I’m lying. “No.”