Page 120 of Merciless Billionaire's Savage Desire

He chuckled, low and rough. “I told you. You’re marrying me. I’m not giving you a choice.”

His mouth descended on her neck again, teeth and tongue working mercilessly. Biting, licking, dragging just enough to send a shock of pain and pleasure rippling through her skin. She writhed beneath him, unable to control the shivers that ran over her.

Then, pulling back, his eyes locked with hers, intense and demanding. “Promise me.”

A sly smirk curved her lips. “No.”

His frown deepened, darkening his features. Then, without a word, he disappeared under the sheets.

“Wait—” she started, breath hitching as his lips ghosted down her skin. He didn’t stop—kissed, licked, sucked, relentless in his teasing until her whole body trembled, cries breaking free despite her best efforts.

When he finally positioned himself between her legs, her mind shattered completely.

Dante made her cum over and over, each time pushing her closer to the edge until she was trembling and gasping beneath him. Finally, desperate and breathless, she begged, “I can’t take it anymore!”

His voice dropped low and rough as he demanded again, “Promise me. No ring from anyone but me.”

She finally breathed, “I promise… alright?! Just from you.”

That simple vow pulled a satisfied growl from deep in his throat. He slid up her body, cupped her face in his hands, and crushed his lips to hers in a fierce, breathless kiss.

Then without warning, he thrust inside her hard and mercilessly, driving her wild with pain and pleasure as she cried out his name over and over, lost in the relentless torment he gave her—day and night.

Epilogue

“Grandpa!”

Anya’s voice rang through the hall as she ran toward James and hugged him from behind. He turned around, his face lighting up as he pulled her into a warm embrace.

“You’re glowing, sweetheart,” James chuckled, kissing the top of her head.

Griffin stepped forward, arms open. Anya slipped out of James’s arms and hurried into Griffin’s, giggling as he enveloped her in a tight hug.

Griffin tilted her head gently, inspecting her with the soft sternness only he could manage. “Where are you coming from?”

“I was at the office with Dante,” she replied.

Griffin’s eyes immediately narrowed. He glanced down at her baby bump, now clearly showing six months along. His jaw tightened, and his grip on his cane became visibly tense. With a sharp thud, he slammed it against the floor.

“He’s still making you go to the office in this condition?” Griffin barked, glaring. “Let him come home. I swear I’ll beat that boy black and blue today. How dare he—”

Anya laughed and quickly shook her head, holding his arm. “No, no! It’s not like that, Grandpa. He doesn’t make me work. I just sit there… like a statue. He says he needs me in front of him or he can’t concentrate.”

She blushed slightly and continued, “He even broke down a wall in his office and made a whole bedroom next door. It’s all decorated. Cozy. He just walks in and checks on me whenever he wants. Or I go sit on the couch and watch him work.”

Griffin looked at her like she had just told him Dante built a shrine. “He made a bedroom inside his office?”

A new voice rang through the room, smooth and familiar. “Because I want to keep watch on my wife. I can’t have her running across the city with my child while I’m stuck worrying in the office.”

Dante’s deep voice echoed as he entered, confidence in every step. His eyes immediately found Anya, and he closed the distance between them in seconds. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her flush to his chest and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.

He turned to face the older men, not loosening his hold on Anya. “You two have been gallivanting around the globe ever since you got together. Is the world tour finally over, or should we expect you to vanish again next week?”

He clapped a hand onto James’s shoulder, teasing, “You’re not twenty-five anymore. Maybe try staying in one place for once?”

James rolled his eyes, laughing, while Griffin lifted his cane again and smacked Dante on the back of the leg.

“Watch your mouth, boy.”

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