Page 154 of Merciless Desires

He enters me in one fast thrust. “Jesus Christ,” he groans, and I remember he’s not had sex in three years.

I feel like this is my first time. I’m broken open again and stretched to the hilt. His amazing dick fills me and pacifies me to take the edge off.

He thrusts and thrusts. His hands squeeze my ass. His fingers dig into my skin as he pounds into me. It’s fantastic, and my hormones shoot out of control. I lower my head to the pillow, gripping the top blanket with my fingertips.

I’m dripping down my thigh, I’m so wet.

“Are you close, Ana? I don’t know how long I can hold on.”

“I’m close.” I peek behind me.

Darragh’s disheveled hair dangles in front of his green eyes as a sheen of sweat glistens across his naked body.

Orgasms are mental, and when I realize I’m banging my baby daddy’s twin brother, that forbidden, taboo element has my womb clenching.

“Yeah, baby. Come on my cock.” Darragh pumps and grinds, moans and groans, faster and deeper, claiming me, owning me.

I feel like we’re one.

“Fuck,” he grinds out as his hot cum fills me. “That was… God, amazing. The best.”

“It was.” With a hand on my belly, I ease myself to the mattress. My tight, round stomach brushes against him, a not-so-subtle reminder that he just banged a pregnant woman.

Darragh’s smile widens, resting on his knees. His dick hangs between his thighs, wet and pulsing. He leans forward and kisses me.

Stroking my face, he whispers with a heady groan, “I didn’t think this could happen to me. I was waiting. I was waiting for you. To open me up and force me to feel something.”

“I know what you mean.” I sit back against the headboard, my legs splayed open.

“Hang on.” He hops off the bed and comes back from the bathroom with a warm washcloth. “Don’t move.”

I lose it when he strokes my aching center with a touch of heaven. “That feels so good.”

“I’ll always take care of you. Treat you like a princess. You may not want to wear the crown, but you’ll be the queen in this house if you stay with us. Me and Sophie.”

“Sure, drag the kid into it.”

“I didn’t say I’d play fair.” He finishes cleaning me and we kiss again for a few moments, the magical feeling overwhelming me.

I’ve come alive since Darragh found me. I wanted freedom and fell into Cormac’s trap, but Darragh is the man I thought Cormac would be. He’s offering me that freedom because he figured out how to escape his family.

My baby was the game changer. I didn’t expect to get pregnant. I must think of my unborn son. God, will he look like Darragh? I glimpse him kissing my thigh, his nose burrowed against my skin like he adores me.

Maybe… Maybe I’ll have the chance to create a new Bratva, born of Irish blood as well.

Darragh hops off the bed and opens one of my bureau drawers. He takes out the black satin nighty with red stitching he bought me. “I’ve wanted to see you in this one.”

I lift my arms, allowing him to dress me in the nightgown, enjoying this bit of pampering he’s giving me. Soaking in his smile, I notice the box again. “What is that?”

“Oh…” He picks it up, still naked, as if it’s perfectly normal to walk around looking like a God.

“I said fuck it and ordered this week’s groceries online. They were delivered before I came up here. This, too.” He tears into the box and pulls out something that looks like a big pillow.

“Is that?” My heart races with excitement.

“Yeah, a pregnancy sleep pillow.” He hands it to me. “Try it out.”

I lay back and tuck the pillow against me. One, two, three, I just let my body tip into it.

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