Page 26 of The Merciless King

Focus time.

This is about getting inside her family and meeting the key members who can show me the path to getting my cousin back.

A long shot. One I have to take.

“Champagne,” Gianna says.

Of course. She’s a woman who is used to the best of the best at all times. I open the fridge and pull out the bottle of Cristal—prepared like everything else—and pop it off. After pouring two flutes, I walk over to her, and she takes one from me.

“What are we toasting?” Gianna asks, holding it up next to mine.

“Pleasure,” I say, tapping my glass gently to hers, waiting for her reaction.

When her eyes dip, my cock juts against my zipper eagerly.

Fuck.

“Gianna,” I say darkly, and her eyes shoot to mine. “Drink.”

She does as ordered, her eyes never leaving mine.

Jesus, her submission has my cock leaking.

I place both our glasses on the table next to us, then reach out and pull her up against me.

“This is where you say no and leave if you aren’t willing to see this through to the end,” I say, sliding my hand around the back of her neck.

She bares it in answer, her green eyes daring me.

Challenge accepted, princess.

I whisper a silent apology for what I’m about to do to her but feel no guilt when I remind myself it’s to save a life.

Then yank her mouth to mine and all thought about why I’m here vanishes.

I’m here for her.

For us.

For this.

Gianna lets out a cry in the back of her throat as I demand she open her lips and I sweep my tongue inside. Her fingers clench my crisp white Tom Ford shirt as we devour one another hungrily.

Her kiss is far from sweet, and I get the feeling she’s been waiting a long time to be fucked properly.

Which is perfect.

Because I need her to fall in love with me.

And introduce me to her family.

Reaching down, I tug the hem of her dress up, baring her thigh before breaking the kiss.

“Remove this,” I demand, my voice husky.

Gianna turns, and I like that she’s got enough class to do that as I pull down the zipper, letting the black dress fall to the floor.

My god, she’s divine.

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