Page 14 of Merciless Proposal

“You’re mine, Natalia,” I say, the words rushing out of me. I need her to know she’s everything to me, my entire world. “No one else’s.”

“Yours,” she says fiercely. “I’m yours, Daddy.”

The way she says that goes straight to my cock, and I start to get hard. I crash our lips together again, putting all of the emotions that I can’t speak behind the movements. I think that she gets it, because she responds with a kind of fervor I haven’t felt from her yet.

I can feel the kiss progressing into something more. I’m vaguely aware of the fact that this is one of the least romantic places on earth, but I don’t care. I need her so badly, and she needs me too. This is the culmination of all of the adrenaline from what happened this morning. We both need to let it out, need to express our devotion to one another.

So, when her hands thread through my hair, I waste no time in licking into her mouth, devouring her taste.

Chapter Ten

NATALIA

Desperation surges through me in a way that I’ve never experienced before. Our first time was incredible, but this is something different. Adrenaline courses through me, a mix of fear and relief—and Jace is fanning the flames to my building desire.

Our kiss becomes absolutely filthy. If I weren’t already sitting in his lap, I know my knees would be wobbly. Our breaths mix, the air between us hot with twin arousal. There’s no sound in the room other than our gasps and the wet smacking of lips.

I’m already dripping wet. I need to be closer to him, I need him inside me. His physical presence is a balm for my aching soul. I wrap my arms even tighter around his neck, trying to draw myself into his skin.

The words we just exchanged, the declaration of our love, settles in my chest. The seed was already planted the first time I saw him, when he took me away from the hell I spent my entire life in. Now, it blooms. It threatens to come out of my mouth and cover the two of us in rose-red petals.

“I love you so much,” I say, pulling away from him so I can gaze into his eyes.

Our foreheads rest together, and I can see every emotion that flashes across his face. I see the joy as it zips through his eyes. His lips quirk, a smile that I understand is only for me. Despite his rough exterior, I can tell that there’s a soft spot that I can make my home.

“I love you too, Natalia,” he says, his voice dripping with affection. “You have no idea.”

“And I’m glad to be yours,” I say urgently, repeating my sentiment from earlier. I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to say it enough. “Every fiber of my being is yours, sir.”

“Fuck,” he curses before he’s closing the gap between our mouths and devouring me.

There’s nothing I can do but take it. I let him lay me down, our lips never disconnecting, my hold on him never breaking. I barely register that he’s taking off my sweats until I feel the concrete against my ass.

Once my pants and underwear are tossed to the side, he pulls himself out of my grip. I push myself up on my elbows, chasing him. I stop when I realize he’s getting rid of his jeans and boxers.

Before he’s able to get back on top of me, I climb back onto his lap. His hard cock digs into me, and I can’t stop myself from grinding down against him. I’m rewarded with a deep groan coming from his chest.

“So, is this how you want to take my cock?” he asks, tone smokey-hot.

“Yes, sir,” I say, thrusting down against him again.

“Mm,” he hums, kissing me hard. “Then I suppose this is how you’re going to apologize for leaving my apartment and getting yourself taken.”

“Huh?” I ask, drunk on the way his length feels against my thigh.

“Show me how sorry you are,” he says, reaching between the two of us and changing the angle of his cock so that it’s linedup with my opening. “Ride my cock and show me how sorry you are. You can do that, can’t you Natalia?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I say, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as his length slips inside of me.

I give myself a moment to adjust to his girth. From this angle, he feels even bigger. He reaches even deeper than last night. It’s like the air from my lungs is being stolen by his cock.

When I can breathe properly again, I brace myself with my hands on his shoulders. Then, shifting slightly so my knees are more firmly on the ground, I lift myself and drop myself down. The feeling is incredible.

It takes me a moment to get into a rhythm, but Jace helps me. His hands land on my hips, gripping me hard and using his strength to pick me up and drop me back down. His fingertips dig into the skin, pressing into bruises that are already there.

The slight pain only heightens the sensation of pleasure. I feel completely blissed out on his cock. And, from the noises that he’s making, he feels the same way.

“God, you’re good at this,” he groans before attaching his mouth to the smooth column of my neck.