Page 75 of King of the Cage

I lowered my mouth to her face, kissing the deep frown line between her eyes. The movement dug the knife even harder into my neck. I didn’t try to touch it, and she didn’t move it even an inch. She opened her mouth to me and let me inside. I stroked my tongue along hers while fucking her shallowly, stretching her tight cunt to fit me.

“I might kill you before he does,” she panted and pushed me up with the knife, forcing me onto my back. She followed, straddling me, while keeping the knife at my neck. “Don’t fucking move, O’Connor,” she warned and sank back down on my cock.

I jerked, the feeling more than I could take. She was tight as hell, her trim stomach flexing as she rotated her hips, fucking herself with my cock.

“I wouldn’t dare, selkie. Take what you want.”

She shook her head, roses blossoming in her cheeks.

“I don’t want you,” she murmured.

She rose and fell, riding me hard. If I moved, she dug the knife a little harder into my neck. Thankfully, her aim had slipped from my jugular, because I could feel blood running down from the point.

“Say that again and make me believe you,” I growled at her. “You can’t lie to me. I know you feel it, too.”

She slammed herself down on me, and I moved a hand to her clit. Tilting her body back, she offered herself to my fingers, rocking on my cock. I rubbed her clit, and she got breathless. Her eyes went unfocused and her head fell back.

I pinched her clit.

“One rule here. Look at me when you come. I want to see every second,” I murmured, obsessed with the way the darkness and light played in her eyes.

She was close, so fucking close. I rubbed her clit harder, and then she was coming. She grew impossibly tight; her whole body pulsed. Her eyes were dark wells of pleasure, and I wanted to kiss her senseless, then fuck up into her until I followed, but that damn knife was still there, slicing into my skin with a thousand tiny cuts.

She shuddered on top of me and stopped moving. I released her clit, fighting every urge I had to grab her and hold her pinned against me, and fuck up into her until I exploded.

But I didn’t get the chance.

She straightened up, and before I could guess what she was about to do, the little minx stood. She straightened and pointed the knife in my direction.

“I’m going to the bathroom. Don’t come after me, or I really will kill you.”

“Come on, selkie, put me out of my misery,” I protested.

She glanced down at my cock, wet and angry and desperate to be back inside her, and grinned.

A victorious smile crept across her lips, and she turned on her heel.

“You’ll survive,” she called as she crossed the studio apartment in a few steps and went into the bathroom.

And locked the door.

21

GIADA

So, sleeping in the bathroom was really fucking uncomfortable, but it was a matter of principle at this point. My initial plan of climbing out of the window bare-ass naked was ruined when I realized that there was no window.

Instead, I bundled up in Bran’s huge robe behind the door and piled the tub high with towels. There was an old radiator near the tub, and I had to admit, it was a pretty cozy night. I decided to leave the damn ring just now. It was stuck fast and I had bigger problems to worry about.

Against all odds, I fell asleep.

I woke when a particularly loud crash came from outside. The sound of a delivery in front of the pub. Morning light filled the apartment. I raised my hand and stared at the claddagh ring.

What the hell had Bran done last night? He really was crazy. He’d taken leave of whatever sense he’d had and signed his own death warrant.

And we were married.

The thought was absolutely unbelievable. His father really thought that Elio and Renato would accept this forced marriage and make peace with the O’Connors? He’d sentenced his youngest son to death and done it with a smile. I didn’t know how to feel about that.

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