Page 21 of Twisted Cage

But I can’t let it all be pain. There has to be something in it for her other than the choice of who she gives this part of her to.

God, she gave it to me. She’ll go to her grave remembering this day, this experience she can only have once—and she chose me of all people. The weight of that settles in my heart, revealing the cold hard truth.

I love her too.

Yesterday I loved her as a godfather to his goddaughter, but today, I love her as the woman she’s become. It’s all-encompassing, this fusion of love and lust. It’s craving and powerlessness. It’s succumbing to animal instinct and taking.

When I pull back and spot her blood streaked on my cock, something primal takes hold. I want to make sure every moment she roams this earth she feels me with her. Inside her.

I plunge deep once more, my focus fracturing before narrowing again.

Her nails score my skin and I want more. I want her to make me bleed just as I’ve made her bleed. Slanting my mouth over hers, I devour her. My growls and her cries a primitive raw song filling this hallowed place.

Tension eases from her with every thrust until she’s not reacting to pain but chasing pleasure. Sinking her teeth into my lip, she draws blood, making me grin against her mouth before drawing back and locking eyes with her.

“Mmmm, that’s it, little girl. Make me yours.” I lick the blood away and her eyes dilate with pure fucking lust that has me pinning her flat to the altar and wrapping my hand around her throat.

I’ve heard her cries and longing through her mouth, but now, now I will take them all through every single vibration from her pretty little neck.

My fingers dig into her thigh as I pin her there. I watch the way she stretches around my cock, taking every inch of me, despite the pain.

Such a defiant little princess.

Dragging the scooped neck of her dress down, I bare her breast to me, to God, and dare him to watch how I twist the sacred vow I made. How every raw thrust is sacrilege to His house.

Curling over her, I take her rigid nipple between my teeth and bite until she jumps from the sting, impaling herself on my cock even more.

“Just like that, princess. Fuck me back.”

She glares at me even as she bucks her hips against mine. The viselike grip she has on me is maddening, and I’m struggling to keep myself from coming far too soon in her sweet pussy.

Sweeping my thumb through her folds, with the stain of her virgin blood on my skin, I brush over her clit. Over and over, every glide robbing her of much-needed air and stealing all reason until she’s thrashing under me, slapping her palms on the altar, and that virgin cunt locks on my cock so fucking tight I see stars behind my eyelids.

My balls draw up tight, and I’m powerless to stop myself from coming. Leaning over her, my forehead pressed to her thundering heart, I fill her, spilling every fucking ounce of myself into her until we’re boneless and gasping with Jesus looming on a massive cross right over our heads.

9

NIKOLETTA

I’ve died. I must have. Because Konstantin has collapsed on me and I’m running my fingers through his hair.

I’m broken and sore, but God, I’ve never been more alive than I am right here, right now. I want to laugh, dance, sing, run the entire length of Manhattan.

He shifts above me, slowly pulling out of me, and I hiss with the sting.

Okay, maybe I can hold off on the running.

“Come here,” he rasps as he draws me up with him and settles me against his chest. “I was rough with you.”

“Yes,” I say with a breathless laugh. “Thank you.”

A rare sound of amusement rumbles through his chest against my cheek. God, I could spend every day listening to him, fighting with him, making love to him.

“The next time, I…” His words die on his lips, but his grip tightens on me. “This is dangerous.”

I grasp his collar and stare up at the turmoil in those dark eyes. “Tell me anything about my life that hasn’t?—”

The first pop splits the air and we freeze, our gazes locked, until two more shots follow. The doors fly open as we scramble to right our clothes, but there is no hope for it. There’s no way to hide what we’ve done.

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