Page 154 of Merciless

Tears fill my eyes, and I take a shuddering breath.

I’m in love with Elijah and Asher; I knew this before now, but it’s crashing into me and leaving me with no other option than to finally face it.

Fingers catch my tears sliding down my cheeks. I blink and look up into Asher’s dark eyes. He lifts his mask and brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting my tears.

“So fucking sweet,” he murmurs.

“Keep watching, birdie,” Elijah says. “Watch Derrick crumble.”

Biting my bottom lip, I lower my gaze for a moment before peeking at Asher through my lashes.

He tilts his head, his gaze searching mine.

I lick my lips and clutch his shirt; the words hang on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t get them out. There’s so much I want to say. I want to admit that I’m in love with him, and with Elijah, too. But I also want him to fuck me. Right here, in front of Derrick, while the video is playing and his world is falling apart.

I don’t know what’s happening to me, but Elijah was right. I’m getting my power back, and I want to use what embarrassed me for my own gain.

Asher catches the look in my eye and lowers his hand to his belt. “You’re a naughty little slut. You want my cock?”

I nod.

He dips his chin, then unzips his pants. “On your knees, little ghost.”

“Get the fuck out,” Elijah snarls, his footsteps pounding against the floor.

“I’m already on my way,” Rome says.

The door clicks shut and the room fills with moans and flesh slapping against flesh.

I lower myself to my knees in front of Asher. He shoves his pants down his thighs, freeing his erection, then strokes himself.

“Go on,” he says. “Open that slutty mouth.”

I open my mouth and rub my tongue against the underside of his shaft. The thick tip weighs on the flat side of the muscle, and I suck the head. Asher groans and fists my hair to hold it out of my face so he can watch me as I take him deeper into my mouth.

“Jesus fuck.” His breath hisses through his teeth. “That’s a good girl. Keep taking more of me.”

I widen my mouth and lower my jaw to accommodate his size. Tears spring to my eyes as he hits the back of my throat. I peek up at him, needing that connection.

His moan joins Derrick’s from the screen, along with the loud slurps and gags I make as I suck him.

Elijah crouches beside me. He raises his mask to the top of his head, and he grabs a lock of my hair to bring to his nose.

“Do you want him to use you?” he whispers.

I moan and barely manage a nod.

Elijah looks up at Asher. “You heard her. Use our girl for your pleasure.”

Asher releases my hair and cups the side of my head. “If it becomes too much, slap my leg and I’ll stop.”

I hold on to his waist.

Asher thrusts forward, hitting the back of my throat. I gag and sputter around him. He pulls back and rams forward again. His thrusts pick up speed until he’s fucking my face with no mercy.

“That’s my good girl. Keep taking him.” Elijah groans and rubs the heel of his palm against his erection resting beside the inseam of his pants. He kneels behind me.

I can only take whatever Asher gives me as he uses me. I cough and wheeze, unable to accept more than a few gasps of breath here and there.