Page 2 of Escaping the King
I could tell you what she wasn’t wearing.
Clothes that covered her hot, curvy body.
I’d noticed her clothing choices had become skimpier and skimpier while we were in Italy.
The cute little smiles she’d always sent me had become more and more seductive.
Yeah, I noticed.
You’d have to be blind not to.
But I was with Giselle.
Or at least that was what I’d thought.
Until the subject of babies came up.
And Carlo stomped all over my desire to get Giselle pregnant.
Because he needed an heir.
With my woman.
And the most disgusting part of it all was that I’d stepped back and allowed him full fucking range to Giselle.
When he’d insisted I wear a condom—that had been the last straw.
No fucking way was I ever going to wear a condom with Giselle.
She and Eve had tried to make nice with me after that.
And I’d enjoyed my time with them.
Thoroughly.
But all it amounted to essentially was a mercy fuck.
And yes, I’d taken it.
My balls had nearly exploded from lack of use.
And watching the two of them together was too much.No man could resist.
Christ.
Even as I sat here right now, I could taste and smell Giselle.Her warm, floral musk drifting up my nose.
Sophia leaned against the back of the couch, her arms pressing her big tits together, making them look even larger.
My mouth watered.
And it fucking shouldn’t.
For all intents and purposes, I was still committed to Giselle.
Wasn’t I?
She was actively trying to have a baby with my brother.Letting him fuck her until she screamed.
