Page 95 of Caged

I promised my wife as we laid her to rest that I would do everything in my power to make sure she was happy and safe.

I won’t ever go back on my word, even if I have to sacrifice my own life.

Heading to the bathroom in this poxy apartment that Alexei managed to blag us, it doesn’t even have a shower.

I want to smash my fists into the tiles out of pure irritation. Instead, I draw a bath. Slamming the cupboards shut, I finally find some soap.

No fucking towels.

I clench my fists and head out into the bedroom, throwing out all the crap in the wardrobes. Surely this dump has a towel somewhere?

By the time I ransack the room, I head back to the bath before it overflows. Except as I round the corner, the door isn’t the way I left it.

It’s closed slightly.

Grabbing my gun from its holster, I point it at the door.

The way my heart is racing, the sweet scent invades my nostrils.

It’s her.

It looks like you never rid yourself of your demons.

As my hand touches the door, I hesitate, I know I’m going to meet the barrel of a gun when it opens.

She isn’t going to have the chance to kill me before I get my answers.

I want to hear her beg for her life. I want to see the fear there as I drain it out of her.

She deserves every bit of anger I feel right now.

I rub my hand on my cheek, remembering the touch of hers she left me with when she shattered my heart.

When she spoke to me in my mother tongue.

The door is ajar, enough for me to peer through. My heart nearly beats out of my chest.

That nagging in my head gets louder, that there is more to this than I think.

I keep still as she slowly peels off her cardigan from her shoulders and it drops to the ground by her feet.

My cock twitches at the sight of her bare skin even now. And when she tips her head back and ruffles her fingers through her black locks before putting them in a ponytail on the top of her head.

“Either put the gun down or fuck me with it, Nikolai.”

My mouth drops open and rage takes over, kicking open the door. As I cast my gaze downward, I spot the gun in her hand.

In just a black bra and lace panties, she turns slowly to face me, aiming her gun right at my head.

I repay the favor.

“Couldn’t resist coming back for a final fuck?” I say with a smirk.

My cock twitches as I say the words.

A sly smile creeps up on her lips.

“I’d say you’re jumping ahead of yourself, moi luibimyi, assuming I’ll be the one to die today.”

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