Page 22 of King of the Cage

“Ignore it,” Bran instructed, fucking me harder with his fingers, his thumb running over my clit in circles, replacing his mouth. He stood, one hand between my legs working furiously, while the other went to my neck. He leaned into me, his tatted hand circling my neck and holding my face back, and kissed me.

My knees were about to give out. I couldn’t take the pleasure. It rushed at me from all directions.

The doorbell rang, and I flinched.

“Is there really someone at my front door right now?” I breathed raggedly against his lips, unsure if I was hearing things. I was having an out-of-body experience, so reality felt far away.

“No one is coming in,no one is going to save you from me…” Bran murmured, his lips pressed into my forehead. “You’re going to come with my fingers in your cunt and my name on your lips, and nothing is going to stop that… so just let go, wee one.”

His dark-green eyes fixed on mine as his hand worked its magic, and I was falling.

“Bran!” I nearly screamed as I came, my legs shaking and eyes drifting closed.

“Yes, sweetheart, say my fucking name and look at me while you come,” he demanded, and his hand tightened on my neck until my eyes popped open again. “That wasn’t a request.” He held me firmly imprisoned against him.

I shook all over, coming in waves. His fingers never stopped, drawing out the hardest orgasm I’d ever had.

The doorbell rang again, but I barely heard it this time. I floated somewhere far away.

He watched me come down and only removed his hand gently once I was slumped in his arms, boneless and spent.

He took the hand that had been inside me and brought his fingers to my mouth. I watched with fascination in the mirror as he rubbed his wet fingers on my scarlet-red lips. He hummed with approval as I licked the backs of his fingers, then he took them from my mouth and brought them to his own lips. He didn’t just taste me; he stuck his fingers in his mouth and sucked them like he was licking them clean.

The knock came again. “Bran — it’s important.” A muffled voice came through the door, drifting down the hall.

“Motherfucker,” Bran muttered, the spell over us broken.

“Go and see what it is.” My voice was far shakier than I’d have liked it to be.Damn it.Never mind rising above my random hookups. This guy had rattled my composure, and I needed a second to pull myself together.

Bran watched me step away and pull my dress over my bare ass, then jerk my head toward the door. He smirked.

“I’d tell you not to bother covering up, since we’re far from finished… but no one else gets to see you like this, and I don’t fancy putting one of my men’s eyes out, so you can keep the dress… for now.” His gaze raked across me, emanating a dark hunger that had me shaky all over again.

That look was what it was to be wanted. I wasn’t sure at that second if I’d ever really seen it before.

“Big talk… I prefer a man of action, for your information,” I tossed at him and turned to the mirror. I appeared wild. I’d been thoroughly debauched. I tried to piece my cool together while Bran headed down the hall to the front door.

I drifted closer to hear what was being said.

“It better be fucking life or death,” he said curtly as he opened the door.

One of his men was outside. His eyes stayed respectfully lowered as he nodded.

“I wouldn’t have interrupted if it wasn’t. It’s Quinn… Bran, she’s not hurt, but she’s in the ER.”

The air in the hall changed in an instant. Bran’s strong shoulders bunched with tension, and he straightened up, his hands curling into fists.

“I’ll be right out, and find me another fucking shirt,” he instructed his man tersely, then turned to me, unsurprised to find me eavesdropping down the darkened hallway.

“You have to go,” I said flatly. My heart beat fast, and disappointment flooded my veins. Had I really been so looking forward to Round 2 with this cocky asshole?Yes.

He nodded and walked over to me.

“Well, that’s fine by me… I got off, after all. I guess it sucks to be you,” I said with a falsely sweet smile at him.

He brushed my hair back from my cheek before reaching out and snatching me close. My breath left me as he whirled me againstthe wall and pinned both hands over my head, using one huge, battered paw to hold them. The other rucked up my dress and slid between my thighs. I still didn’t have any panties on, and his finger glided down my slit with ease. I was so wet from coming, his thick digit slid inside my pussy with little resistance. My back arched, pleasure spiraling through me.

“What the hell are you doing?” I hissed. “You have to go, remember?”

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