Page 144 of Caged

I thrust in deeper and pick up the pace of my fingers.

“You can and you will. Be a good girl.”

Her moans grow louder. I’m so close to the edge. She shakes as she tries to keep herself upright.

Just a few more thrusts are all it takes for my lungs to start burning. Her screams fill my ears, her pussy grips my fingers.

“Now.” I force out with just enough time before emptying myself inside her ass.

“Oh, my, god,” Mila pants out, collapsing against the glass as I pull out.

I tap her hip and turn her to face me. “Get what you needed?” I murmur against her lips.

“For now.” She bats her lashes at me.

Licking my way along her jaw and up to her ear, I nibble on the lobe.

“That was just a taste. We have a long time to experiment,” I whisper.

“Forever?” She replies.

I pull back, my eyes searching hers as I drop a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Yes, Mila. Forever.”

SIXTY-ONE

MILA

How many times can I walk up and down the Vegas Strip before Tatiana finds me?

The last time I saw her, she looked like an old lady. She could be anyone.

I try and stare into each and every face I pass until people start glaring at me like I’m some weirdo.

Maybe I am. I don’t want Tatiana to be pissed at me.

Should I make a scene? Draw attention so she knows I’m here?

Me: It’s hour 26

Nikolai: Patience

He’s so damn helpful.

Gritting my teeth, I turn on my heel to begin another trip.

And run head-on into a tall, lean man in an expensive suit.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry.” I step back, heat rushing into my cheeks.

Getting in a hurry is how mistakes are made. I need to calm myself.

“It’s quite alright. I was waiting for the right moment.” A woman’s voice comes from the bearded face.

“Tatiana?” I ask, incredulous.

What the fuck. She’s a master of disguise.

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