Page 95 of Twisted Cage

I stiffen under the quiet words, sounding as though they’re coming from another time, another place.

“Fuck you, Konstantin!” I buck and thrash under him for bringing her into this. Nothing he’s done up to this point was nearly as humiliating as hearing about her from his fucking lips after everything happening between us tonight. “Fuck you for bringing her up right now when you know?—”

He grabs my jaw and forces me to look at him. “You don’t get to be indignant right now. Not after keeping my child from me,” he sneers, tossing my chin as he lets me go.

“I hate you.” A sob breaks free before I can stop it and I detest to my core he heard it.

“Well, this time, the feeling’s mutual, Pcholka. I hate you too.” His gaze slides away like he can’t stand to look at me. Curling his fingers around the lapels of the shirt I’m wearing, he tears the fabric from my breasts, his eyes flaring hot. “But it won’t stop me from breeding that tight pussy of yours and putting another baby in you. Only this time, you’ll be by my side for all of it. Once my baby begins to grow inside you, you’ll never leave my side again.”

“No.” Could the word have fallen flatter than it did in this moment when my mind resisted everything he promised, but my thighs squeezed tight and I grew impossibly wet with his primal threat?

“Cute, Pcholka,” he says with a knowing smirk. “You made the unilateral decisions last time. This time, it’s my turn.”

He never tears his gaze from my nipples as he peels away his ruined shirt. The angry red line I carved into him sliced through the dark hair smattering over his abs. I itch to run my fingers through the curls. The desire so strong, his confining my hands feels more cruel than anything he’s done to me thus far by denying me a way to touch him.

To connect with him and bring him back.

He’s doing it to protect himself.

My heart breaks with the realization that I did this. I had to choose between a man who has loved and protected me my entire life, and the defenseless life we made. A life I have to put before everyone, even him.

And now he’s closing himself off from me. One piece at a time, he’s stealing away our connection so I can’t hurt him again.

But in severing our bond, he’s embracing the same cold cruelty of men like my father.

I did this.

I did it and I have no idea how to undo it.

“Our little girl looks safe and happy suckling these.” Tracing his finger over the inside curves of my breasts, his mouth works as he sucks his lips between his teeth and narrows his eyes. When his lips roll back out, they’re wet.

He’s the absolute picture of spite, hunger, and resolve. “Oh God, what’s that look? What are you going to do?”

“Whatever I want.” He leans down, flicks his tongue over my nipple, then traps the stiff peak between his lips and sucks my flesh deep into the warm recesses of his mouth. He’s relentless, sucking hard.

When he swallows, I feel the tug so fucking deep, I cry out with the agony of ecstasy even as my skin grows hot with embarrassment.

“Mmmmm,” he lets out a sultry hum, his eyelids sinking shut as he savors the taste of my milk.

“Oh fuck,” I choke out. “Why do I like that?”

“Because you’re not dignified. You’re an animal. Just like I am.”

My skin bursts into flames. Arousal burns in my belly. When he pinches my nipple and milk spills over the tip, drenching his thumb, a whimper of pure needy anguish tears from me.

“I’m going to spend a lot of time right here, devouring every sweet, warm drop of what our little girl leaves behind.”

“Kostya,” I whisper as everything inside me screams for more. “Look at me.”

He brings his thumb to his lips and sucks the milk from his skin. His eyes narrow to slits as he keeps his focus on my breasts, never even flicking a glance above my neck. “Liars and thieves don’t make demands, little girl.”

“You should be happy about the lengths I went to in order to protect her.”

His jaw tightens, but he stays stubbornly silent.

Another door shut in my face. One more of our connections fracturing before us. A life of longing looms before me. Endless years waiting for any piece of him I can get. Just like my mother did with my father.

Because Konstantin is doing that to us right now. Helpless rage fills me. My brain races, searching for the right words to snap him out of this prison he’s locking himself in. “You should thank me for what I’ve sacrificed for her.” I hurl the words like an accusation—anything it takes to get a reaction out of him.

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