Page 74 of King of the Cage

“Bedding my wife,” I said thickly. I was so goddamn hard it was difficult to think right now. I had Giada in my bed, my ring was on her finger, and she wasn’t trying to stab me at present. Today was a good day.

“Your wife?” she scoffed. “That sounds so ridiculous.”

I licked up her neck and lightly nibbled her ear until she gasped. “Call our marriage ridiculous one more time, and I’m going to roll you over and turn your pretty peach of an ass as red as an apple. Then…” I murmured against her ear, “I’m going to eat it. Every. Single. Bite.”

Her chest rose and fell quickly, her pupils blown.

“Why?” she asked hesitantly. “If not for The Enclave, then why me?” She wasn’t going to let that particular nugget go. She was relentless.

“Because,” I breathed, running my lips down her neck to her collarbones. Works of art. “It had to be you,” I admitted.Not because of The Enclave, or my father, but because you, my little selkie… are my fate.She wasn’t ready to hear that, either, and I wasn’t ready to say it out loud. It felt like jumping from a great height without a parachute.

“Just think, Giada… we can end the bloodshed between our families and make them both stronger… and at the same time, infiltrate The Enclave, together.”

She snorted softly. “Did your daddy tell you to marry me, Lost Boy? Doesn’t he care about your life?”

“Less than you’d imagine,” I murmured.

Something dark moved in her eyes at that admission.

I slid down the strap of her satin dress and tugged down the bodice until her black lace-covered breast was exposed. Her nipple strained against the material. I ran my thumb over it before sucking it through the bra. I needed it out of the way, now.

“I’ll buy you a new one, wee one,” I told her thickly, taking a knife from my back pocket and slicing the thick material between her breasts clean in half. I set the knife down and spread the material apart, feasting my eyes on the sight of this woman lying beneath me, her beautiful tits ripe and ready for my touch. No, not just some woman.My wife.

Giada gasped. “What are you? A barbarian?”

“I’m a man who’s been waiting too long — for you. My patience is all used up.” I lowered my mouth to her breast and took her nipple in my mouth.

She jerked beneath me. She was so spectacularly responsive. I flicked my tongue across the hard bud and caressed her other tit in my palm as I lavished attention on the first one.

“I’ll get to you, wait your turn,” I whispered to the other side.

Giada laughed.

“You are crazy,” she said with perfect certainty.

I gently bit down on her nipple, and she squirmed and panted.

“Yes, truly, madly, and deeply,” I rumbled and moved to the next tit, sucking and tugging at the nipple. I bucked my hips against the bed, needing some kind of pressure to take the edge off my cock. I’d never wanted someone the way I wanted her. I’d never want anyone else again.

“Fuck, I can’t — after earlier, I need to be inside you,” I admitted and reached down to rip my fly open.

Her thighs parted for me, eager, despite her barbed words. The feeling when we touched was addictive, and I was already hooked. It was more thrilling than riding my motorcycle down a pitch-black road at top speed. More thrilling than jumping out of an airplane at thirteen thousand feet or facing down certain death.

Her panties tore away with a sharp tug, and then the heat of her pussy met my fingers. She was so wet. Still so messy from earlier, when she’d come from my cock rubbing against her clit, in front of a roomful of depraved psychos. I rubbed the head of my dick up and down her slit, coating myself in her juices.

I pressed inside her as the cool touch of metal licked my throat.

Ah, of course, my knife. In my lust, I’d forgotten about it.

But she hadn’t.

I stilled and looked down at Giada’s hand. She held the knife right over my jugular.

“Clever girl.” I admired every-fucking-thing about the lass. I slowly plunged deeper, even as the knife mirrored my movement and the blade pressed into my neck.

“My brother really will kill you for this,” she breathed, her hazy gaze landing on me.

“If I get tonight, then it’ll be worth it.” I parted her tight muscles with effort. She was snug and slick and fucking perfect.

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