Page 20 of Bred By the Mercenary

“For you,” he whispers so close, his breath warms over me. “I couldn’t get you out of my head and had to find a way to get closer.”

“You did it for me? But what if I stopped working there?”

“I’ll sell it. It’s no skin off my nose because I have my sights on what I want.”

Lying in his arms, I’m grinning like mad that he’s saying these things about me! This powerful, and actually dangerous man, feels that strongly about me.

It’s because I’m not sure if anything he says now can shock me more than he already has.

The revelation leaves me speechless, and slightly turned on. The room is quiet except for our synchronized breathing. The man holding me, the man who bought a bar just to be near me, is the same man who’s lived a deadly life. The same man who, despite everything, I feel an undeniable attraction to and am drawn to.

“Does that scare you?” he lowers his head to whisper in my ear. His hot breath skims over my cheek and down my neck. My nipples harden instantly. I should be scared, not turned on.

Except I’m not.

“Should I be?” I manage.

He laughs sinfully again, and I clench my thighs. I might have made a terrible mistake inviting him into my bed because now I can’t think of anything but pushing his hand under my shirt.

CHAPTER FIVE

DAXTON

The first moment I saw her, I knew she’d be mine. That she was special.

I spent a lot of time in my career determining who the bad guys were, who the manipulators and the assholes were. It’s the small things that give them away. In the same way, I can pick up on those who are the innocents, who aren’t trying to fuck you over, who genuinely care. I don’t have exact science for it, but I just know.

My little dove in my arms sings those latter vibes. She carries her heart on her sleeve, and it’s rare these days to find someone like that. Coupled with me seeing others trying to break her. She’s stunning with her long, flowing dark hair, hazel eyes that call to me, and a sinful body that teases my dreams. She’s mine—I knew it then, and I know it now.

I bury my face in her hair and inhale her scent. It fills me, my carnal pleasure igniting, the blood going down to my cock at that sensual smell of her slick, her natural sweetness.

I’m fucking smitten with her.

“You smell like candy,” I whisper in her ear.

Her breath catches, her body trembling against mine at my words, and I’m completely obsessed with her reaction to me. Shetwists her head around to face me, her lips twisting into a cute smile.

“What sort of candy are we talking about?” she teases, then shifts her ass, which is pressed tight against my groin. My cock grows harder in my jeans as I tighten my hold on her body. My lips slip down to the side of her neck, then lick her.

“Hmm, something fruity.”

She giggles, and I fucking adore that sound. Having her in my arms, in my home, practically naked, I’m struggling to keep my head on straight.

So, when she releases a small moan, I rock my hips against her, so she knows I have something for her. I need to release him soon, as it’s almost painful keeping him caged in my pants. I slide a hand down her side, over her hips, and slip under her shirt. I’m damn weak and can’t resist.

“It’s impossible to resist you,” I murmur, kissing her neck and coaxing more of those sounds from her throat.

She’s not stopping my hand as I slide over the smoothness of her skin of her supple hip, discovering she has nothing on under the shirt. I’m busting to rip the blankets off and see her body, to spread her and devour her pussy. Dipping over her waist, my fingers slide over her ribs, then cup her full breast. I pinch her nipple, and she shudders against me.

Absolutely perfect.

“I’m going to fuck you tonight,” I whisper. “Something I’ve been waiting to do since that night at the masquerade. Would you like that?”

“Please, yes,” she purrs, pushing her breast into my hand. “I’ve been thinking about you so much.”

I grin, loving to hear that.

“I’m going to take good care of you tonight and every day afterward.” I’m burning up, needing to be inside her, and the more I knead her breast and feel her round ass against me, themore I want to breed this woman. So fucking desperately. “But first, I need another taste of the sweetest pussy I’ve had.”

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