Page 139 of Caged

Her cheeks flush bright crimson and I steal another kiss, sliding my finger along her slit.

“Job well done. Drive is yours. You survive another day.”

She bites down on her lip and I give her a stern glare.

“How about an orgasm too?” she says playfully.

“Now that would be a second reward. So no. Maybe later.”

Pulling my hand out, I tap her ass and I swear she hisses in annoyance at me.

I lead her out of the restroom, I can tell by her tense shoulders she’s horny and pissed off.

Good.

For what I have planned later, I need her ready to come on command.

FIFTY-NINE

MILA

Squeezing my thighs together doesn’t relieve any of the intense pressure he’s built up in me. It’s even worse on the drive to Mikhail’s casino as memories of sitting on the roof of his Hellcat floods my thoughts.

“Mikhail has his own stipulations for giving you the drive.” Nikolai pushes the button for the elevator to the top floor.

“I’m not giving your brother a blowjob.” I have my limits.

Nikolai chuckles. “No, I’m afraid it’s worse. He wants to talk.”

I stick out my lower lip. “Then why can’t you help me to take off a little bit of this stress before we get there?” Pressing my body against his, he leans against the clear glass overlooking Vegas as the sliding doors close. “I mean, we have twenty three whole floors to go. How many times can you get me off on that ride?” I bat my eyelashes, begging him.

Pulling his hand down, I watch the smile tug up the corner of his mouth as I push his fingers between my legs.

“Do you think you deserve it? Niet. Only afterward.” He cups my needy pussy, but doesn’t push past the fabric to give me what I want.

Fire burns in me as I watch the numbers climb on the panel.

“I didn’t undergo torture to save you, just to have you deny me,” I grumble. But, as we step out into the cool hallway, my lust transforms into nerves.

Mikhail is so much more intimidating than Niki.

I’m not sure why. Perhaps it’s because I can see Nikolai’s softer side.

But Mikhail, he’s a mystery to me hidden behind his mask.

I know almost nothing about him. And the way he commands a room, it says he has more than enough ability to back up any order he gives.

Wiping my sweaty palms on my skirt, I give Nikolai a nod that I’m ready to go in.

His knuckles drum on the heavy wood door before a muffled, gruff voice invites us in.

It smells like leather and cigar smoke when I step in.

Mikhail moves around his desk and leans against it, but I can see how tense his muscles are. He’s poised like a cat ready to strike.

I guess I made an impression.

“Hello, Mila Sidorova.” A deep, smooth voice says my name from a table in a shadowy corner.

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