Page 33 of The Merciless King

So that’s great—we are on track with the plan. But I’m uncomfortable with the way I felt as I sunk deep inside her. There was a connection between us which shouldn’t exist. It has no place in these plans.

My body roared at the feel of her wrapped around my cock. Her pussy snug and intoxicating as I tried to keep my head.

When I had her pinned against the shower wall and her hair was dripping around her face while I slammed into her, I almost lost myself in the heat and pleasure of her.

I tell myself this is a good thing.

Faking an attraction would be impossible.

Gianna is an intelligent woman.

Taking it to the next level will require skill. Gianna might love the dirty and dominant man in the bedroom, but she won’t take an asshole home to meet her father.

Nor will she do that unless she believes I’m worthy.

Or has a personal investment in doing so.

An idea suddenly comes to me. It’s a long shot, but one I think might work. I wait another ten minutes, then walk back inside, where I find Gianna asleep.

Her long brunette locks are spread out across the pillows like a dark angel, and I can hear her soft breathing. The duvet is sitting just below one breast and I can’t help myself. I walk over, stripping, and sit on the edge of the bed.

I should let her sleep.

I should walk out of her life.

But I do neither.

My thumb and finger roll the dark flesh as I watch her body gently move in reaction. Then I push the linen down farther and find her legs parted.

My cock is hard as a rock, pressed against my abs as I continue helping myself to her body. I drop my mouth to her breast and slide my fingers through her pussy. I smile as she gasps erotically as she wakes.

“Brax,” she moans, and I like the nickname she gives me.

Vigorously I fuck her pussy with my hand and as she grows eager, I pull her out of the bed and onto my lap.

Then onto my cock.

We both cry out, filling the room with our sounds of pleasure.

“Fuck me, Gianna. Fucking hell.”

I don’t wait for her to wake fully and move. I grip her hips and fuck her until I fill her with my come.

FUCK.

No condom.

How could I have been so goddamn stupid?

As she collapses against my chest, and I wrap my arms around her, I stare at the wall and see my future crumble before me.

Or rather, her father shooting me in the head.

“I’m clean.” I rasp.

“Me too.” She lifts her head. “I’ll get the morning-after pill tomorrow.”

I take her chin. “We will get it.”

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