Page 53 of The Merciless King

She simply bewitches me.

“Tell me you are on birth control,” I growl softly when we catch our breath.

Gianna shakes her head. “No.”

I flop onto my back, and she curls into me.

I’ll deal with this tomorrow. I came so hard my brain isn’t functioning right now. And frankly, all I want to do is recover and do it again.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

BRAXTON

Gianna is sitting on my knee as I feed her eggs. I know it’s corny but feeling her against my cock is not a bad way to start the day. Her mouth was around it an hour ago, and I still want more of her.

Plus, it gives the impression we’re in love, as we claimed. As opposed to being completely in lust.

The truth is, I’ve never wanted to fuck a woman as much, or as often, as I do Gianna Baldassare.

Waking up a second day felt different from the first. We’re faking this relationship—me more than her—and yet it feels as real as it gets between us in those quiet moments.

I crave her.

She wants me.

What more to a relationship is there except love?

Doesn’t mean it's not real.

And that scares me more than anything else. I trust myself to stay alive, despite the situation. No one has tried to take my weapons off me. An arrogance on their behalf—or they assume I will not give them up. But turning off my feelings is something I’ve never been good at.

Some men can fuck women and not feel anything. I may not fall in love with them, but I still feel something. It’s chemically impossible not to if you want to get scientific about it.

With Gianna, I’m constantly torn.

She is the daughter of a mobster and claims to not be completely naïve to the goings on. But she’s also a beautiful woman who is a victim to the family she was born into.

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