Page 123 of Merciless Desires

“You want my baby? Forever?”

“Did I not make that clear?”

“We’ll see about that.” Our eyes meet in the stand-up mirror next to the bed, her icy blues heating my blood. “What happened with your nanny, by the way?”

I consider how to answer. “Her boyfriend came to pick her up.”

“He looked mad. Did he make her quit because she had to work late?”

“Yeah, that was it.” For some reason, I don’t mention that Olivia told her boyfriend she and I were having an affair in an attempt to break up with him.

Furious that she’d lie like that, I fired Olivia on the spot. Nothing can put my daughter in danger. Yet, I have the very pregnant Bratva princess, half-naked under my roof, and I’m dying to fuck her.

That admission rocks the piss out of me. I’ve never experienced this kind of intense attraction that has me forgetting everything that’s important.

Hair brushed, she turns to face me, her robe splaying open. “Are you hungry? I can make you something.”

You’re making me fucking nuts…

“You know how to cook?”

Crazed, I grab the clothes she picked out for bed and help her dress. It’s to cover her up, otherwise, I’ll push her to her hands and knees and ease this ache killing me.

“Yeah, I did all the cooking when we lived in a villa.” She steps into the PJ bottoms, sans underwear.

“My villa.”

“That was yours?” She gasps, taking the top from me. “Oh, right! The room with all the pink kid stuff.”

“I keep Sophie’s vacation clothes there. I let Cormac use it.”

“It had a great kitchen, and the hotel had grocery service.”

“I know. I paid the bills.” I hadn’t realized I was feeding her, too.

She pulls the top down, but it gets stuck on her head. Frustrated, I reach to help her, my knuckles grazing her bare breasts. My throat goes tight, and when our eyes lock again, I notice the vein in her neck throbbing. Her nipples are rock hard.

“Thank you,” she whispers, looking just as wary at this tension between us.

“You’re welcome.”

Cleaned up, she’s fucking stunning. Even heavily pregnant, which makes me question just how sex deprived I am. I see beautiful women every day. Yet, this poison apple has my mouth watering to take a bite.

“Did your brother thank you for all you did for him?”

“No.” I drop my hands to cover my growing erection. “But… I sort of confiscated his trust fund. Much of my money comes from our family.”

“Right.” She nods.

Her new fresh scent wakes up a shameful and unwanted fire in my veins. My body never reacted so viscerally to a woman like this before. I’m just as furious with her as I am with my brother. Every second with Ana, though, cools the anger a little more.

“Let’s get you something to eat.” She smiles and walks toward the door.

All I think is I want to bury my face between her legs and eat her until she screams my name…

Ten minutes later, after I’ve tossed out the burnt steak tips Olivia left for me, I pour myself a much-needed tall glass of scotch. Ana repurposes some left-over chicken thighs from the fridge, a bag of microwave rice, and a block of frozen broccoli. She fishes out a wok from the kitchen island, one I didn’t even know I had, and spins around. “Peanut oil?”

Choking on my drink, I inform her, “No nuts. Ever. Sophie is allergic. Anaphylactic.” Grumbling, I point to the tiny pink and white knapsack hanging by the garage door. “Her EpiPen is in there.” I see no reason why the two of them will be alone. Still, my daughter’s life is more important than my pride. “If you need to inject her, pinch her thigh muscle, stick the needle in, and plunge the measured dose all the way in. They are metered shots. It’s always set to go so you don’t have to measure.”

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