Page 109 of Twisted Cage

She hooks her thigh over my shoulder, her pussy just inches from my face.

I suck in a harsh breath and close my eyes, savoring the scent of her arousal. Then she curls her hand around the beam and settles her other thigh over my other shoulder until she’s straddling my face. My heart takes off until it might just tear out of my body.

Her hot, wet pussy brushes my mouth and pushes me right over the edge of sanity.

I’ll hate her again when we walk out that door.

With an angry growl of pure self-loathing, I grip her ass in my hands and bury my mouth in her slick heat. I suck at her clit, nibbling, biting, before dragging my tongue along the length of her slit and working my way back, then doing it all over again.

I need her tighter to me. I need her to suffocate me with her pillowy soft skin and make me forget all the ways she destroyed my heart.

Smoothing my hands over her legs, I guide them around my head and pole crossing her ankles until I’m locked in the prison of her thighs.

I rock her against my savage mouth, her harsh breaths turning into deep groans, until her spine snaps straight and she comes, her pussy drenching me with her release until it drips down my chin.

This is my cage. My own vile hell.

Where the woman I love is now my fucking enemy.

This is the all-consuming distraction neither of us can afford.

I have to see her like this. I need to see her unfocused sultry stare as she comes down from her release.

Tipping my head back against the beam, I catch sight of the door opening out of the corner of my eye.

And Nikolaj’s shocked face exploding into disbelieving fury.

The crack of a bullet explodes through the air, turning her whimpers of pure bliss to twisted, bitter agony ringing in my ears.

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