Page 143 of Merciless Desires

I find Ana in my bedroom, trying to figure out how to break into my phone.

“Hey!” I snap.

“Give me the code to call Eoghan, and I’ll be out of your life.”

“No.” I grab her and pin her to my bed, watching out for her stomach. One swipe, and she’ll find his number in my phone.

“Listen to me.”

“No! You listen to me.”

“Do it for Sophie.”

“Don’t do that.” Ana blushes when I hold her stomach. “Don’t be a dick and use your daughter.”

“This baby is her brother. Don’t take him away from her. She already lost her mother.”

“Cheap shot.”

“Compromise.” I lower my mouth and kiss her neck, unable to control myself. But she’s under the same spell. She needs to feel loved, and I can give her that.

Damn, the smell of her skin will be my undoing.

“What the hell is this?” She arches her back, giving me better access.

What is this? Fate? Twisted fate because she ended up with the wrong brother? But here she is, in my house. In my bedroom. Letting me kiss her on my bed.

Fuck, I have to get control of myself. I can have it all—her and the baby—all while keeping everyone safe.

I pull back and peer into her eyes. “You want freedom? I’ll give something better.” I lower my lips to hers again and devour her mouth until I can’t breathe. “Why do you think I’m here and not in New York? I get you, Anastasia. You didn’t want to marry a pakhan and live that life. I didn’t want that life either. I work every day to keep my freedom, and I’ll work just as hard to protect who you really are.” I cradle her head in my hands. “Look at me. I don’t blame you for taking off. You can’t help who your father is any more than I can. They both have blood on their hands.”

“I want my trust fund.” She struggles to speak. “That’s how I stop the cycle. Keeping what is mine and not having it reinvested in that awful life.”

“My trust fund is bigger. I’ll share it with you.”

She shifts and sends a jolt of pleasure to my groin where my hips are grinding into hers. “I feel that.”

“I’m not joking right now.” I push her legs apart. Up on my knees, so I don’t put pressure on her stomach, I seat myself between her thighs. “I can be everything you need. Give me a chance to prove it. I can make you feel things and blow your mind, Ana.”

“If you’re identical to your brother…”

That age old comparison hits a nerve. Gripping her face tighter, I say, “I’m not Cormac.”

“We still have to deal with him.” Her voice reeks of fear.

I sit back and pull her into my arms. “No. I have to deal with him. Say you’ll give me a chance, and I will make that problem go away.”

“How? What are you going to do, kill him?”

“If I have to,” I only say this because I worry he’ll kill her.

The simultaneous gasp from me voicing I’d kill my brother has her scrambling to her feet. “You’re a monster, too.”

When she pulls away from me, I let her go. She ambles out of my bedroom. Without my phone. I had her wanting to fuck me, right up until the moment I suggested killing my twin.

Maybe I really am just like my brothers.

“Oh hey, nuggets. Can I have some?” Ana coos to Sophie downstairs in a sweet voice that travels right to my bedroom.

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