Page 38 of The Merciless King

Like I should have.

As if he feels he should have courted me. Is there something here between us? I thought I’d imagined the way I felt when he entered me. Clearly, I wasn’t alone in my feelings.

I’m pretty sure a man like Braxton is a fuck-and-run guy. Yet here he is, promising to wine and dine me.

Before I overthink this, I reach out and place my hand on his thigh. “Come for dinner. Meet him, then if you feel comfortable, I will let you men talk.”

Braxton stares at me for a long while, and I can almost see the wheels of his brain going a hundred miles an hour.

For the first time in my life I am happy to use my father when it comes to a man.

This man.

“Tell me why.” He demands in a husky voice, his steel-blue eyes flickering.

I hesitate.

“Tell me why, Gianna.”

“I want to see you again,” I whisper.

“I want to taste you again,” he replies, dragging my hand over his rock-solid cock.

“Then it’s a win-win.” I smile.

“How exactly do you see this going? Are you going to tell Frank ‘The Fire’ Baldassare that I’m the man who fucked you all night?” Braxton asks with a single brow raised.

Shit.

He has a point.

“I’ll tell him we’ve been dating.” I remove my hand and twist my body. “It will be beneficial if he thinks you have feelings for me.”

“I’m not fucking using you,” he growls. “I might be involved with nefarious shit, but I will not lie to your father.”

I want to kiss this man.

So I do.

I reach up and grab his face. “Convince my father you love me, and he might very well let you do anything you please.”

I’m well aware I’m doing the exact thing I hate—men using me. But this time, I’m doing it for myself. I want Braxton and am using both of them for my pleasure.

God, it feels great.

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