Page 74 of Twisted Cage

Distinct.

And I’m hovering on the fringes of the ever-changing, chaotic image they make.

Distant.

“Them.”

The tip of his finger lands on the nape of my neck and my senses blur and refocus, all attuned to the one point. He lazily traces the valley of my spine, setting my skin on fire in his wake.

“And if they look up here, what will they see?”

“Us.” I choke out the word as I struggle to fill my lungs with much-needed air.

His hand dips under the edge of my dress, his finger hooking my thong, peeling the thin silk away from where it’s nestled between my cheeks. Right where he put it a couple hours before. Just when I think he’ll slide his hand between my legs again, he changes direction, leisurely gliding back and forth, toying with the string.

Stepping up next to me, he leans in, his heat and scent curling around me, drugging me until I’m strung-out with wanting. “There’s us and there’s them, Pcholka.” His deep voice rumbles along my neck as we take in the picture the guests make below. His fingers continuously tease me until desire takes on a life of its own, pooling heavily in my belly, my nipples become painful points, and my pussy is slick, swollen, and aching.

My skin grows impossibly hot and damp as my breathing quickens. Elusive pleasure whispers from the distance where Konstantin keeps it under lock and key until he’s ready to grace me with the relief it promises.

“There are people who conform to the dangerous worlds they live in. They surrender their moral compass for another. A compass twisted and corrupt with a revised set of rules, keeping them obedient in their new construct.”

He crouches down next to me and reaches his hand under my dress. His fingers wrap around the wet silk between my thighs. Knuckles brush over me, leaving me whimpering in their wake.

“And there are people who refuse to submit to worlds predetermined or otherwise. They relentlessly attack their confines until they find a defect in the cage. They get a taste of life beyond their prison and they’re instantly addicted.”

With a sharp yank, the panties rip, leaving torn fabric draping over his hand. He brings the scrap of silk to his nose and inhales deep. His eyelids sweep shut as he hums in pleasure before slowly opening again as he tucks the underwear in his pocket.

“But it’s not just the world beyond the cage they hunger for, it’s freeing themselves from the cage itself. They crave the battle and its bloody ends as much as they crave their next hit of freedom beyond.”

Turning me to him, his hands curl around my thighs, holding my gown open and exposing me to his ravenous gaze. Countless emotions play over his face. Among them, pure lust that has him sucking in his bottom lip, the tender flesh scraping past his teeth as he lets it go with a gulp and the way he smacks his lips like a man who’s slogged through the desert for hours with no water.

He tips his head back then, a hint of surrender in the gesture. “You’re the freedom beyond the confines I’m addicted to,” he says quietly, his penetrating, dark eyes holding me captive. “And you’re my cage.”

I sway on my feet, blinking down at him, the sting of tears burning in my eyes while heartache sweeps through me, filling my chest with a deep anguish. We’ll never escape each other or this battle we’ve waged between us. Not while we’re alive on this earth, and even in death, I know in my heart he’d hunt endlessly for me in whatever lies beyond.

He keeps me on a delicious roller coaster of long climbing hills to searing pleasure and lust, followed by plummets into pure rage, endless loops of fear, happiness, sorrow, and hope, and under it all, an endless current of love.

Pushing to his feet, he lets my dress fall closed, breaking the spell, leaving behind profound loss, wondering if we’d ever have another honest moment like the one that had just slipped away.

He steps up behind me then, his hard chest against my back where he draws a lazy finger along my arm, making me shiver. “If they looked up here right now, do you think they could see me touching you?”

“Yes.” I push the word past my tight throat.

“Would it be enough to figure out that I’m a heathen who fucked my spirited little goddaughter in the most profane way possible, condemning me to hell?”

The raw ecstasy on his face as he plunged into me on that altar flashes in my mind. The war raging behind his endless dark eyes as his honor yielded to something far more powerful. Something bigger than both of us… destiny. “No.”

“Do you think I can bury my cock in you again right here without them knowing?”

A tight ball of need bursts to life in my stomach. “No,” I croak out.

“No?”

I gulp down another mouthful of champagne. “Konstantin—no. They’ll see.”

“You underestimate me, Pcholka.”

A shock of cool air hits my ass when he jerks the back of my dress up to my waist. “Oh. My. God.”

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