Page 63 of King of the Cage

“Claim her.”

For fuck’s sake.I strode down the aisle between the seats and climbed to the dais, Giada hovering on the other side. I could tell by her expression that she was committed to this course of action. She wanted to see it through, which meant we had to take part in this little ritual for these sick fuckers to watch.

But that didn’t mean we had to do it their way.

I crooked my finger toward Giada. “Come here, wee one.”

She climbed the stairs slowly. She was rumpled, and that awful cloak hid her body from me. Her temple was crusted with dark-brown blood, and her lip was split, and yet…

She owned the room.

By the time she reached me, everything else had faded. She sucked every morsel of my attention to her. I reached out and ran my fingers along her jaw.

“Fancy seeing you here, selkie,” I murmured quietly.

Her mouth ticked upward for a second. I sank my hand into the hair behind her ear and cupped her head, bending it back so her lips parted. With my other hand, I yanked the band from my hair and let it fall around my shoulders.

“Tonight, you look at me, and only me. We’re the only people here. It’s just us, in this whole room.” I leaned forward and ran my mouth along her high cheekbone, and bit gently at her ear. “In this whole world.”

Her hands rested lightly on my chest, tracing over my collarbones, her touch burning my skin. I rested my forehead against hers. With our faces so close, my long hair falling like a curtain around us, no one could see or hear us.

“Do you trust me, wee one?”

Giada’s dark eyes stared into mine. My heart sank. Why had I asked that? Of course she didn’t.

“Yes. I trust you. Do what you have to,” she finally murmured, surprising me.

I swallowed down the thick knot of emotion lodged in my throat. Another woman who trusted me, like Quinn did. I wouldn’t let her down. I’d die first.

I leaned in and kissed her gently, stroking my tongue against hers until she relaxed a little, her body loosening enough for me to slip my hands around her hips and lift her onto the table.

She tensed again when I stepped between her legs, pushing them apart.

“It’s okay, wee one. No one is going to see anything… I won’t allow it.” I pressed my hips against hers.

Under the cloak, she had on a short skirt. It was cinched up around her thighs, and I got a glimpse of black lace.Fuck.Despite the circumstances, getting hard was no problem. Every single thing about this woman did it for me.

I reached for my belt and slid it open. Giada reclined, propping herself up on her elbows. I freed myself from my pants and pulled my cock out. I didn’t give a shit if our audience saw me. Giada’s privacy was the only thing that mattered.

“Don’t be intimidated,” I tossed over my shoulder. “Some of us are just God’s favorites.”

That cocky line tugged another half-grin from Giada.

I stroked my cock and leaned over her. My hair fell around our faces once more, hiding us from sight. My cloak did its part, concealing the fact that I hadn’t actually removed her panties. I lowered my weight to her, letting my hard-on press firmly on her panty-clad cunt, right where it belonged.

I moved my hips around, pretending to sink inside her. “This is all they get, wee one. Nothing more. We’ll be on our way in no time.”

“You’re not going to…”

I thrust on her, my bare cock sliding up the front of her panties.

“They don’t get to see anything real,” I muttered thickly. “The first time we fuck, you’re not going to be thinking about anyone but me.”

I made long, languid thrusts, simulating fucking. I couldn’t lie, it felt fucking amazing to drag my cock over her cunt.

Her fingers dug into my shoulders, and her face flushed.

“They can’t see you, Giada. They can’t see a thing. Just look at me and know… I’ve got you,” I muttered.

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