Page 25 of The Merciless King

CHAPTER SIX

BRAXTON

I press my hotel card against the reader and guide Gianna into my penthouse suite. Thank fuck for the black credit card. I could never afford this suite.

And I’m also grateful for the robust identification that Connor had made for me. It passed the Baldassare inspection.

Gianna drops her purse on a table and walks to the windows, staring out across Manhattan. She’s an extremely beautiful and sexy woman.

When she stood up out of her chair and fit right under my arm in the bar, I felt an odd sense of wanting to tuck her into me.

Yet, I’m having a moment right now.

I might have had my share of casual sex but never ruthlessly used someone like this. There has always been a mutual attraction and desire to fuck for the same reason.

Pleasure.

Not based on a lie.

I’m not backing out; I just need to acknowledge to myself that what I’m doing is for the greater good.

“Drink?” I ask, not turning any more lights on.

This entire room was prepared and staged. The small lamp in the corner is throwing soft light into the large space, and the lights of the city, along with the full moon, are doing the rest.

It's ripe for romance, or rather, hot sex.

I get the impression that Gianna is not interested in romance. The worse I treated her, the more her eyes have sparkled with arousal.

Noted.

If she wants a dominant lover, then that is what I’ll be. Lucky for her, it’s my normal setting. But I’m getting a strong impression Ms. Baldassare wants to take it even further.

You’re not the first mafia princess I’ve fucked.

Most women would have slapped me.

It was a test.

I watched her legs press together earlier and then dragged my eyes back to hers, wanting to kiss her right there and then.

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