Page 48 of Merciless

“One more time.” He removes his hand and pinches my cheeks together. I wince as his fingers dig into my skin and hit my teeth. He turns his head when I don’t say anything. The corners of his eyes wrinkle from a hidden smile. “You have nothing else to say?”

This fucking asshole.

I flinch as he shifts his weight and leans back on his haunches. He undoes his belt with one hand, then unbuttons and unzips his pants to free his erection.

“Since you have a smart mouth, let’s busy it for a moment.”

He raises himself, pushing more of his weight into my palms. My cry comes out muffled.

The man moves closer until his cock pushes against my lips. “Suck.”

I shake my head.

He tuts and releases my cheeks. I suck in a breath, ready to scream, but he hooks his finger in my mouth and lowers my jaw. His cock rams over my tongue, and he pulls his finger back as he pushes until he hits the back of my throat.

He groans. “Go ahead, slut. Suck and get me nice and wet. I have something better for you.”

I scowl up at him and hollow my cheeks as I suck him. He pulls back just enough for me to rub my tongue on the underside of his dick.

The man stares into my eyes. He threads his fingers through my hair and tilts his head as he watches me suck him as if my life depends on it. Because for all I know, it does.

He taps his finger on the top of my head. “Do you think your brothers will save you from me?”

Tears slide down my cheeks. He’s big, and he’s rough as he thrusts his hips forward to fuck my throat.

“You think I don’t see everything?” Thrust. “I see how you look at him.” Thrust. “Would you suck his cock like this, too?” Thrust.

A dull ache throbs between my thighs, and I squeeze them together to stop it. But the masked man is right. How can I think of my stepbrother while I’m being violated? Maybe it’s my brain finding a way to make this enjoyable instead of scary.

The man rips my sleep shirt up, freeing my breasts for his cruel gaze. He yanks out of my mouth and drags his cock between my tits.

“You’re getting lazy. How about I use these instead?” He pushes my breasts together to enclose his thick cock, and he thrusts forward with a groan. “Is it because you’re thinking about your stepbrother, hm?”

I sob and shake my head. “No.”

He huffs a laugh. “I don’t believe you. Just admit it, slut. You want your brother to use you like this.”

I grit my teeth and look between my breasts, watching as he fucks them. Each thrust is harder than the last. His fingers dig into the soft flesh, likely leaving behind bruises.

“Go ahead,” he says with a grunt. “Moan his name.”

“No!”

He slaps my tit before grabbing it again to hold in place. “Say it.”

“Fuck you!”

He laughs. “Say please.”

He rams his cock between my breasts. The skin rubs raw after the spit on his shaft dries. My back arches, and I flinch, pushing him into me. He holds my breasts with one hand and reaches into his pocket to grab his phone.

“Ready for more pictures?” The camera clicks as he takes photographs. “Say his name and it’ll be over.”

I bite my bottom lip and squirm beneath him.

More pictures. More embarrassing blackmail. Who’s to say he won’t record a video of me moaning Elijah’s name?

I squeeze my eyes shut and pant. The man’s cock rams harder, and I jerk backward on the mattress. He leans over me and fucks me, his breaths harsh and quick.