Page 71 of The Merciless King

“How?” I lift my eyes and lock them with his.

He pulls me on top of him and I rest my chin on my hand, gazing into his gorgeous face.

“How would you like me to kill them?” He smirks.

“Who said I want them to die?”

Braxton smacks my ass and slides me down so I can feel his cock getting thick again.

“Don’t tell me you don’t like the idea of a man getting all bloody for you. Or slicing the throat of someone who has no right to touch you,” he rasps.

Jesus.

I didn’t know that I wanted that, but I might.

Images of Braxton holding a knife to Leo’s throat is... yeah, that’s hot as hell.

“Have you killed before?” I ask, eagerly pressing down on the head of his cock, but he holds me an inch from it.

Damn him.

“Yes.” His answer is quick and sure. I don’t doubt it at all.

“For a woman?”

“No,” Braxton says, and the head of his cock slips inside, making me gasp. Then he pulls out. “Never for a woman.”

I’m going to die if he doesn’t let me have his cock again and as I moan and push down, I wonder if he’s playing or distracting me.

“So, you wouldn’t really, then,” I say, my voice thick with need.

“Don’t test me, Gianna,” Braxton growls. “I might.”

Our mouths are inches away, his lips wet and eyes wild.

“What is this?” I ask, my heart thumping loudly.

“Insane, that’s what it is,” Braxton replies, suddenly pushing my body down and impaling me on his cock. “Fucking insane.”

I cry out as all of him fills me and pleasure consumes me.

My knees pull up and as I ride his thick hard member, Braxton cups my breasts, thumbs my nipples, and juts his hips to go deeper.

“Good girl. Feel my cock thick inside you,” he says as I bounce and grind. “You fuck so good, Gianna.”

I fall forward, palming his pecs as I feel my g-spot rub against him. “Brax, oh god.”

“Does that make your cunt happy?”

Oh yes, it so does.

“Oh god, oh god.” I cry as he takes my hips and speeds up the momentum. When I clench around him, my next orgasm almost there, Braxton locks his eyes with mine and I can’t look away.

Rich consuming intensity connects us in a way I’ve never experienced before. A rush of something so foreign flows over me like an invisible sheet. I feel like we’ve left this plane of existence, and our souls are one.

God.

He terrifies me.

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