Page 54 of Caged

I clear my throat, and in response, he casually tosses the cloth to the corner.

“Can I help you?”

As I lift my eyes to his face, I see his jaw tighten and his brow raise. Jesus, he’s so hard to work out.

“M-my shower won’t get hot. Can I use yours?”

I fiddle with my thumbs awkwardly. I’m turned on again. This has felt like weeks of edging that I can’t get relief from.

He steps away from the door and motions for me to go through. Maybe this was a bad idea. The line keeps blurring when I’m in the same room as him.

Just as I’m about to enter his en-suite, he grabs my wrist and stops me. I fixate on the veins running through his arms. Shit. That was a mistake.

I squeeze my thighs tightly.

“There’s nothing wrong with the temperature of your shower,” he says with a smirk.

I blink up at him a few times.

A sense of emptiness engulfs me when he releases his grip.

“Go ahead.”

I feel his fiery gaze on me as I step onto the cool tile. My hand grabs the handle and I turn to face him.

It’s now or never.

Instead of closing it, I step back, turning away from him and dropping my wrap into a pool by my feet.

The way he tries to hide his groan has a smile tugging at my lips. I knew he felt something, that he wasn’t completely made of stone.

I step away as the shower cascades down from the ceiling, the cool spray hitting against my legs, gradually warming up. Keeping my back to him, I step under the now deliciously hot water and tip my head back, letting out a little satisfied moan.

Closing my eyes, I get the courage to turn my head to look at him.

It’s the conflict on his beautiful face that spears me through the heart. He wants this as much as I do.

But, something is holding him back. Something big rattling around in his brain.

Picking up the shower gel from the built in shelving, I don’t break eye contact as I squirt a dollop onto my palm. It smells masculine, just like him.

I should feel exposed, like I should want to hide myself.

But the way this man eats me up, the fact I can see his dick getting hard under that white towel. The reason he is still there watching. It doesn’t make me want to hide.

It makes me want to step out of the shadows and be the real Mila.

I spread the soap on my silky skin, attempting to conceal my grin, while witnessing the subtle movement of his jaw, ticking with tension.

“Hey, Nikolai. Would you be able to reach this spot on my back, I can’t get it?” I say, dramatically trying to reach between my shoulder blades, which pushes my full breasts up.

He clears his throat and mutters under his breath, just quiet enough for me not to quite catch it.

“No.”

He runs a hand over his face, turns, and walks away, leaving me completely and utterly deflated. .

Another failure. I can’t crack him. But, I have to. For my brother.

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