Page 160 of Merciless Desires

“Ha! I was until you showed up, Miss Troublemaker.” I lower my pants below my ass and stroke my erection. “Keep crawling. I want your lips around my dick. Now.”

She reaches me, but before I let her touch me, I lift off her sweater. “I want to see those tits.”

The waistband of her yoga pants hangs low on her hips, and I’m tempted by her ass crack. It’s sexy as fuck.

I grip the base of my cock and pump gently, having watched her crawl to me, and now licking her lips.

The tip of my cock drips, dying for her. I’m dying for her. She kneels, hungry for my cock. Her eyes flash of longing, a need that will unravel me as she closes her lips around my engorged pillowy tip.

“Fuck,” I hiss, and can’t help moving my hips. I throw my head back, struggling for control. Her going down on me is like nothing I’ve ever known. I thread my hands through her soft, silky hair.

She stops to take a breath, her eyes right on me. “You taste so good, Darragh,” her saying my name stiffens me to the point of pain, until she swallows me.

“God, I’m so proud of you. You’ve been through so much. Look at you. No one broke you. You can crawl for my cock and let me pacify you with it because you want it.” I grip her hair to bring her eyes up. “You’re the one with power right now. Claim me. Own me.”

“Fuck, yes, I own you.” She licks the underside.

She takes me deeper, inch by inch, along her wet tongue, until I hit the back of her throat. Her mouth around my erection shoots waves of wicked pleasure firing through my veins.

I’ve been fucking her all week without a condom, sinking into her wet heat with my bare cock, but this… This is too much. I’m not going to last long.

My breathing gets ragged, and my balls ache to come. The power-hungry man I hide slips through and enjoys the Russian princess I stole from my brother. Even though she’s pregnant with his baby, she’s on her knees, sucking my cock. Groaning. Loving it. Dying for me to be inside her.

She holds my thighs with firm, warm hands, letting one slide up to squeeze my balls. Fuck, they’re so tight.

Her soft feminine moans do me in, and I’m sent barreling straight over the edge. “I’m coming. Swallow me down. Milk me, baby. Fuck, that’s good.”

I don’t know how, but moments later, I’m hard again, and when I shift her to her hands and knees, I enter her from behind in one brutal thrust. Right on the fucking floor. She’s so wet, my cock sinks into her so deeply. We go at it until she’s moaning, like she can’t take it. Can’t take being quiet. I feel her contracting around my cock.

Nothing’s ever felt like this.

I pull her into my bed, my heart heavy and my mind on overload. “Give me a chance to prove that we can…” My throat goes tight. “That we can have something real. You and me.”

Catching her breath, she says, “How can you raise your brother’s baby like it means nothing?”

“Because it’s yours.” I stroke her face and kiss her, loving how she opens for me with passion. “I want you to be my…”

“Your what? Your girlfriend?”

I’m thinking wife, but I need to end my marriage formally before I can marry her. I want her to live here and for us to be a family. Marrying Ginnifer was expected, the right thing. But what I feel for Ana blows away what I had with Ginny. “Sophie needs a mother, too.”

Ana smiles against my chest while we just hold each other in my bed, her stomach pressed against mine. It feels so damn good.

“That’s sneaky, Darragh. Make me fall in love with your daughter and then I’ll feel more guilty taking her brother away.”

“I’m not playing a game with you. You’re not someone I have to tell crazy lies to about who my family is. While your father finding out what my brother did terrifies me, you understand we can’t trust outsiders. That draws me to you. That makes you perfect for me. More can grow later. But we have to stick together on this. You want to keep your baby out of the hands of your father. And I want your father to not kill my brothers. I can keep you safe, if you’re here. Under my roof. You think you can just trust some stranger in Grand Cayman?”

Her eyes shift, like she knows I’m right. Her plan to run away to the Caribbean was a terrible idea.

I smirk. “I’ll give you whatever you want. Stay with me… We’ll raise our baby together. With Sophie. Give us a chance.”

“But everything I do here is with a fake name. That means at any time you can—” Horror fills her eyes.

“We have to come clean to your family. Eoghan and Balor are working to get your trust fund. Your father will notice it’s gone, and that will bring him to the table. You’ll have to confess you weren’t kidnapped. But I will protect you from him.”

“What do I say about Cormac?”

I look at the ceiling. “Whatever you’re willing to say, so he’s not hunted the rest of his life.”

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