Page 88 of Caged

Her chest rises and falls with each heavy breath as I press the tip of the sharp ice against her skin.

“Last chance before I pierce this through your heart. Who the fuck are you, and who do you work for?”

“If I tell you, I’ll have to kill you.” She tips her chin up defiantly and bites down on her lip. That fire in her eyes is back, tempting me. I won’t be fooled by her again.

Trailing the ice along her collar-bone, even in this freezing temperature, the red spreads up her throat.

“Is that right? How do you plan on doing that? Lie to me until I give up? You do seem very good at that.”

“Trust me, I can kill a man in many ways. You’re lucky I don’t want you to die.”

The venom in her voice has me picturing bending her over and spanking the answer out of her.

As I gaze into her eyes, I can feel a rush of emotions welling up in my chest, causing my heart to race.

I can’t look at her.

I force her around, pushing her cheek against the coarse bark, while firmly knotting my fingers in her hair.

Pressing my body against her back, it’s a big mistake as her ass shoves against me. I retrieve the flip knife from my pocket and press it against her throat hard enough to slice the skin.

“Where are my diamonds?”

She lets out a long sigh. “Just do it. Get it over with. I have my seven minutes. It’s over.”

What the hell is she talking about? This isn’t like her. She isn’t the woman to give up.

THIRTY-SEVEN

MILA

It hurts the way he talks to me. With disgust.

I need to think fast so I can get the fuck out of here.

He can see through me, I know that. He might have known me as Melissa, but he saw the real Mila.

His cock presses against my ass and I use that to my advantage by circling my hips. The pressure of the blade against my throat is a cruel reminder of just how much has changed between us.

I swallow hard. This is a huge risk.

I’ve never seen a man with such fury in his eyes.

As he pushes my face harder against the tree, the rough bark digs deeper into my cheek.

“Is this how you want to play it? Hmm? You think you can put me under your spell with your pussy to make me forget your betrayal?”

As the blade slides along my throat, I can feel its cold touch, and he places it with precision under my jaw.

“I thought you wanted me bad, Nikolai? Well, you got it.” With each beat of my heart, a thunderous sound resonates in my eardrums.

“I hate you, d’yavolitsa.” he spits out and I believe him.

His cock hardens against my ass and that sparks a glimpse of hope. Not all is lost.

I close my eyes as he leans in, his lips brushing against my neck, his hot breath beating against my skin. “If this is what hate feels like, then hate me harder.”

My heart skips as he drives the knife into the trunk, the sound of the impact echoing through the air. In a single, fluid motion, he pulls down my leggings, and the contrast between the icy air and my burning flesh creates a tantalizing sensation.

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