Page 51 of The Merciless King

The little happy moan she lets out has my cock stiffening and pressing against my boxers.

“Good, because I had your bags taken up to my room.” Gianna smiles sexily.

She what?

“How the hell did you get into my car?” I frown.

“Please, I’m the daughter of one of the most dangerous gangsters in America. I can break into a car.”

I lift my brows in question.

“Fine. You left your key fob on the table,” she says, pressing her body against my erection. “You seem eager to stay.”

“Show me the way, princess. I’ll show you how eager I am.” I squeeze her ass.

As I follow her up the stairs, a rush of guilt hits me for enjoying her so much. This is about Amy, and I’m getting excited. I’m about to fuck this Italian goddess once more.

The Kings said this could take months and I might be completely wasting my time. Doing nothing is just not an option. Not when I have the skills and resources to try.

And hopefully not die trying.

These reflective moments are important, so I don’t lose myself and who I really am. Nor why I am here.

Gianna is a tool.

I am using her.

I hope she is getting what she wants from me while I’m here.

When the door closes behind us, I yank on her arm and pull up her against my chest.

“I’m going to fuck you so damn hard tonight,” I growl against her mouth. “You are a bad, bad, little mafia princess.”

She whimpers.

What is wrong with me?

Is it all the adrenaline rushing through my system?

Either way, I want her naked and at my mercy.

“Take your clothes off and stand in the middle of the room.” I order Gianna.

“Yes, sir.” She shudders and pushes away from me, then strips.

I toss off my suit, shoes, and underwear and watch as she turns into the submissive little sex slave I am coming to crave. Her small, lean body stands before me as I circle her, dragging a finger across her breasts, then down over her bottom.

“Widen your legs,” I tell her.

Licking her lips, she does as I tell her and my gaze dips to her hard nipples.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

I stroke my cock and cup her pussy.

Frank’s words come back to me. You cannot marry her, in any case.

Right now, the idea of another man even looking at Gianna creates a visceral and fierce reaction within me.

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