Page 108 of Twisted Cage

Once she’s there, I hold his gaze as I wind my hand under her skirt and around her thigh. But it’s not enough. Nothing is ever enough with her.

With my other hand, I lift her skirt with a look of deadly warning for our little friend. “If your eyes drop below her neck, I’ll hand the fuckers to you. Got me?”

His eyelids sink shut as he jerks his head in agreement.

Tipping my head back, I glance up at her. “Don’t look away from him for a second. If he dares look at what’s mine, he pays for it.”

Her fingers dig hard into my shoulder with her frantic nod.

“If he’d had his way,” I say before sinking my teeth into her thigh. “Lexi never would have known the comfort of being tucked to her mother’s breast again.”

A savage growl rips from her throat as I peel her skirt up even higher. “Now tell me, Pcholka, how are you going to make him pay for it?”

Her body jerks above me as I land another bite, this one just inches from my faded name on her thigh.

His howl of pain swiftly follows, and I can’t wait to see her brand of justice.

I swipe my tongue over my teeth marks on her skin and check out her handiwork. “Oh, very nice, my feral little goddaughter.” Her knife sticks vertically out of his trapezius muscle between his neck and shoulder. “Tell me, why there?”

“He’s too free to move with the clamps. But he’ll think about every little shift if it means flexing a muscle with a blade sticking out of it.”

“Nice.” I pass her the serrated knife I’ve laid on the floor next to me.

“Our enemy is smart. He made sure every order came through one man.” I cup the man’s kneecap now, digging my fingers around the edges, adding pressure until his agony-filled shouts fill the air. “This fucker right here.”

I look up at my girl and find her eyes blazing, an almost deranged edge to her smile. With a savage jerk, his kneecap dislodges, turning his shout to a scream.

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, her fingers diving into my hair as she watches him suffer.

With another vicious swing, she sends the serrated blade deep into the same muscle on the opposite side.

The pathetic sounds coming from him fade to the background. I tip my head back and study the ferocious mother she’s become. “Have you thought about how you’ll kill him?”

She slants a hot look down at me. “You’re going to let me?”

I cluck my tongue and shake my head. “Does anyone let you do anything, Pcholka? Or do you just do it, consequences be damned?”

“Kostya, I?—”

“You’re Lexi’s mother. You have a stake in this.”

“Is that it? Is that all I am to you now? Lexi’s mother?”

“What do you want from me?”

Her wounded look slides away and she lets out a sultry laugh. “That’s a loaded question, Kostya. Make sure you’re ready for the answer.”

“Try me.”

She grabs my hair and drags my head back until I’m forced onto my ass and crab-walking backward on my hands. When my back hits the steel beam, she lets me go and drags her flouncy skirt up to her waist, my naked pussy on full display.

I hate her.

I keep telling myself that.

But the more I do, the more I think I just hate how much I still want her.

And right now, delivering justice to the man who almost made our little girl an orphan, I want to love her.

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