Page 72 of Merciless

Then what do you plan on doing with it?

Oh, Eden.

I plan on touching myself to it while I wait for your return.

Of course he’d know that I’m out of town.

My pulse thunders in my ears until it’s all I can hear.

I knew being around Elijah was a bad idea. How could I have been so stupid to believe that he could keep me safe from the people coming after me?

I slip my phone into my pocket and take a few minutes to gather myself. Sounds from the hallway let me know that Elijah and Asher are settling into their rooms as well.

I need to take a shower, and despite this being an enormous home, we three share the bathroom in the hallway across from our rooms. The Jacuzzi tub and the shower with sprays that hit at different angles almost make up for it.

I wait until footsteps lead toward the stairs and the coast is clear.

After grabbing clean clothes, I leave my bedroom and sneak across the hallway and into the bathroom. My feet freeze and I stare wide-eyed at Asher seated on the lounge chair, cock out and stroking himself. He lifts his head and turns his lazy gaze to me, not looking an ounce guilty about being caught.

I can’t move. Or breathe, for that matter.

His fist rolls up his shaft and twists at the head before he pumps downward to his balls. Every stroke is measured. Every pump is slow, as if Asher is enjoying the moment. I couldn’t rip my stare from him, even if my life depended on it.

“Since you want to watch so badly, sit down,” Asher says, voice husky. He jerks his chin toward the lip of the tub.

I finally tear my gaze from his large cock and look at his face. He’s staring at me while still stroking himself.

I should leave. It’s the right thing to do. We’re at our parents’ house, for God’s sake. What if someone catches us together and questions why I would sit in here with my stepbrother while he’s masturbating?

What would Elijah think if he caught me watching his twin touch himself? We’re not together or anything, but I can see him getting upset about this.

My feet move on their own. I pass Asher, still watching him as he languidly strokes his dick. His free hand catches me by the wrist, stopping me.

“Spit on it.” He dips his eyes to his cock, then back to my face.

My lips part, and I glance at the door before turning to him.

This is so wrong.

Bending at the waist, I gather saliva in my mouth and let it drip onto the head of his cock. Asher groans and gathers the moisture to spread along his shaft.

“More,” he growls.

Unable to deny his demand, I spit again and straighten.

“Good girl. Now go sit down.”

I scramble to the bathtub and sit on the ledge. Asher tilts his head back, and it thumps against the wall. His gaze stays on me as his strokes quicken. Now that his dick is wet with my spit, each stroke makes a squelching sound.

I shift in my seat to dull the ache between my thighs.

This is the definition of forbidden, and Elijah was right. This makes it that much sweeter.

Asher’s chest rises and falls quicker with his heavy breaths. He doesn’t say anything or demand I join him. Just looking at me is enough to make a bead of pre-cum well from the tip.

His lips curve into a lazy smile. “Do you want to touch yourself?”

I shake my head, not trusting my voice to speak. It’ll give away how much this is turning me on. I just want to watch him. I’ve never seen a man pleasure himself, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve witnessed.