Page 97 of Twisted Cage

“Why?” I choke out.

“Because you’re mine, and I can.”

He pinches my clit and I fly apart. Gasping and crying, my inner walls cling to his every hot demand delivered with his punishing hips.

“And you, my feral deceiving little goddaughter, are going to keep me bleeding.”

Yes, yes, I am.

“Because you like when my blood stains your skin.”

I do. Fuck yes, I do.

“You’re a liar, but you’re my liar.”

His.

“You’re a thief, but you’re my thief.”

Only his.

“I’m going to keep this belly swollen and full so you don’t for one minute fucking forget it.”

He comes with a ferocious roar, every exhale a growl as he fills me up, pumping his hips, driving his cum deeper.

I collapse the minute he lets go of my hair. I can’t even open my eyes when I hear his belt slipping free from the ring. The minute my wrists are free, he’s off the bed, wordless in his retreat.

When the door closes, and the only man I’ve ever loved is gone, leaving me in a cloud of misery and animalistic euphoria, I’m left with one truth.

I’ve been worried about the wrong war all along.

32

KONSTANTIN

It’s been hours since I left Nikoletta and I’m still vibrating with fury I can’t seem to shake.

In the past twenty-four hours, I’ve had an hour of sleep. Since the moment I found out the little girl at her breast is mine, I’ve been hard as a fucking rock. Fucking her once wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

But she needed sleep to take care of our little girl.

And I needed… to get away from her. The urge to claim her burned like a wildfire out of control inside me, but the thought of looking into her eyes while I took her had me losing my mind with rage.

She lied.

With her scheming eyes.

With her traitorous mouth.

But there’s one part of her that can’t lie to me. Not ever.

I gave up any plans of having a family of my own when I made Nikoletta and her safety my entire world. Now that it’s not just this indistinct idea I’ve left in the past—but a living, breathing reality, my reality—there’s a raging need to make up for all the time I lost.

All those times I cautioned Maksim about keeping Nikoletta’s mother as his lover. Warning him that dividing his loyalties and having children with his wife and his paramour would fracture his empire. The way he would laugh and dismiss my warnings as jealousy because Nikoletta’s mother chose him in the end.

Here I am, on the cusp of twisting Nikolaj’s empire before it ever gets off the ground. Dismissing my own warnings. Obliterating every bit of advice I’ve ever given Maksim so I can keep his daughter.

And mine.

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