Page 70 of Caged

Holding me in his strong arms, I wrap my legs around his waist, as his lips crash over mine. I taste myself on his tongue and it only makes me wetter for him.

More needy. More desperate for release.

“Fuck me, Niki. Fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow. Make it hurt.”

Darkness flashes across his eyes, followed up with a grin that tells me he plans to do just that.

“Enough talking. You don’t get to give the orders, baby.”

He carries me to the hot hood and he sets me down. A shiver runs down my spine with anticipation as he unbuckles his belt, and then slides it out of his pants.

Every cell of me ignites.

“What are you doing with that?” I ask as he wraps it around his fist.

I hope this is going where I think it is.

He silences me by putting his index finger up to his lips and steps between my legs.

“Hair up,” he commands.

My breath catches as he loops the leather around my throat, and pulls on it tightly to yank me closer to the edge of the bumper.

“Are you going to be a bad girl for me?”

“How naughty do you want me?” I reply, letting go of my hair letting it fall down my back.

The ache in my core is almost becoming too much to ignore.

“I want to hear you scream this time. In fact, I want everyone to hear how much of a needy slut you are for my cock.”

“Then I guess you have to hit that spot to make me scream for you, Mr. Volkov.”

His jaw ticks. I let out a gasp as he tightens the belt, enough to restrict my airflow and my back hits the metal. His broad hands grip my thighs, pushing them back toward my chest.

“You want it rough?”

I frantically nod, not being able to form words.

He pushes himself inside of me, not giving me time to adjust to his size before he pounds into me.

Each time hitting so deep my eyes roll up into my head.

My back arches and his teeth sink deep into my collarbone. The pain shooting more pleasure into me.

With every thrust, each bite, I can’t contain myself.

The moans flow freely out of my mouth, chanting his name. Begging for more.

“Come for me and let me fucking hear it,” he grunts out into my ear, loosening the pressure on my throat.

And I do.

So violently, the screams rip through my chest. My entire body shakes around him and he holds me tight against him, fucking me through my orgasm and spilling inside of me.

I can barely hear him over my own noise.

The fact that he’s saying the wrong name, even now, hurts as I come down from my high.

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