Page 98 of Twisted Cage

I’m going to fill her up again and again and again. When she’s pregnant, with one child and another on the way, Nikolaj will have to consider the consequences of starting a war with me.

As for Nikoletta, her husband hunting will be all but impossible with our daughter on her hip and my baby kicking inside her.

My shoulders bunch and restless energy surges through me, the image of her dripping with my cum day in, day out lighting a fire in my gut.

Sleep deprived and wild with the insatiable urge to fuck her raw—the only truth between us—I’m holding on by the tiniest of threads.

So when the front door opens and Nikolaj steps in, my spine stiffens until it may just snap.

“I’ve got seven men in the den. One is dead. Who’s filling me in on what the fuck happened last night?”

He glances at each one of us. Grigori at the island, Dimitri drinking his coffee by the window where he can keep a bird’s-eye view on danger that might come from the street below.

Roddick comes out of the surveillance room, shrugging on his suit jacket before sliding in next to me and pouring a mug of coffee. He normally doesn’t crash here, but he did last night to help us watch the monitors. And to keep an eye on Nikoletta for me today when I go out.

She’s not getting away from me again and I’m going to the one place she wants to go.

The den.

She’s going to lose her shit when she finds out I went without her, but too fucking bad.

Fuck with me and find out, little girl.

The den is a privilege. It’s reserved for only the most trusted in our inner circle.

Not her.

I turn and lean against the counter, bringing the coffee to my mouth. “Which one’s dead?”

“Shaved head. Unfortunate porn mustache.”

“Fuck him. He’s expendable.”

“Is there someone in particular there who’s not?”

I picture the dumb fucker I dragged out of the car window and the nightmare where the bullet hits its mark flashes through my mind. “Dirty-blond hair, broken jaw. He’s mine.”

“What did he do?”

Grigori shoots a nervous look at me. I’m keeping enough from Nikolaj, for now. I’m not keeping this too.

“His bullet missed your sister by inches.”

Nikolaj goes deathly still before turning his head, his chin jutted out, leaning toward us. “What was that?”

It’s a look I know well. That ‘would someone like to explain just how the fuck that happened’ look Maksim wore so well.

No need to poke the deadly cub more than necessary.

Grigori and Roddick eye each other.

Dimitri turns his focus to Nikolaj.

Every single man in this place can end a life with their bare hands in a second. They march into the open with bullets flying without a moment’s hesitation. But when Nikolaj’s movements become distinct and his voice drops, even our most seasoned man clenches in trepidation.

I can’t wait to see the day he rules the Romanoff empire.

As long as I see the day.

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