Page 19 of King of the Cage

“I don’t let men tell me what to do,” she muttered.

I nodded. “I bet you don’t… until tonight, and me. What are you going to do about it?” I asked, genuinely curious.

She studied me. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“Well, let me make it easy for you. Tonight, you owe me what you promised… and I will be taking it. I fought for you. I won you. I found you… you’re mine.”

She opened her mouth to protest, her go-to move, but couldn’t seem to find any words to argue with me. A first for her, judging by the surprised look on her face.

“Cat got your tongue, wee one?”

A flash of annoyance went through her dark gaze, and I savored it. Riling her up was my new favorite hobby.

“Maybe you’re not my type. I don’t go for bossy, domineering men,” she announced.

“Live a little. Maybe being ordered about by a bossy, domineering man is what you need. You’ll never know unless you try it. To be clear, you will be trying it, tonight, with me. There’s no escape from that.” I couldn’t fight my grin.

“If you force me,” she narrowed her eyes at me in warning, “I’ll wait until you’re asleep and remove your eyeballs with a teaspoon,” she said sweetly.

I chuckled again. “I’m sure you would. I’d even let you, if I forced you… but I’m not going to force you,” I leaned in and murmured, pressing my forehead against hers.

She was so damn small, I had to contort my body to manage it. It took my weight off her, and we both stared down at her form, sinfully outlined in her thin satin gown.

Her nipples were hard pebbles, poking in urgent points against the material of her dress. I lowered my hand to one and pinched it, then rolled it gently between my fingers. Giada’s back arched, and her hips pushed forward.

“I want my knife back. It’s important to me,” she said.

“And you’ll get it back, wee one, don’t worry. I’ll keep it until I’m sure you won’t use it against me.”

“Asshole.” She shivered in my arms.

“Did your body get the memo that I’m not your type?” I palmed the weight of her heavy breasts. She had a body made for sin, and I intended to enjoy every inch of it.

She gasped when I bent myself double to close my mouth around the hard peak, wetting her through the thin material of her dress.

“You talk too much,” she gasped, breathless and hot as hell.

I straightened up. “So they say… If you want me to shut up, keep my mouth busy.”

She glared up at me and then pulled my face to hers. Our lips met with a clash, teeth and tongues battling for dominance.

I traced my hands down the curve of her back and gripped her arse. It overflowed my hands, and I didn’t have small hands. I needed to see it.

I gripped her hard and lifted her. She was light in my arms. Pinning her against the door, her feet far from the floor, I kissed her again while she squirmed and rubbed herself against me.

“Still going to deny that you want me?”

I pulled back to let her answer. Her cheeks were red, and her lips swollen. She looked debauched and utterly perfect.

“Come on, Giada. Don’t be coy or fucking predictable. You’re a big girl… be honest,” I urged her roughly.

She swallowed hard and then tapped at my shoulders.

“Let me down,” she demanded.

I stepped back and carefully lowered her to the floor. My hands were tight on her hips, and I didn’t want to let go when she pushed against my chest.

“Step back,” she insisted, a fire in her dark eyes that sent me up in flames.

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