Page 77 of King of the Cage

I was rising. I had no power to resist coming again. This man touched my body like he’d designed it and had it made to his exact specifications. I couldn’t hold back.

“Look at you, getting all tight and slippery around me. You gonna wait for me? Or are you going to leave me high and dry and desperate for you,” he murmured, his beard scraping along my jaw. He bit my ear, then continued down to the dip between my shoulder and neck and bit me again.

The pain of his teeth was just what I needed.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t finish yourself off last night as soon as I went into the bathroom,” I gasped

He shook his head. “Nope… I didn’t. I wouldn’t. From now on, I come from your touch or not at all.”

He increased his pace, pulling out and sliding home in a way that allowed me to feel every inch pressing inside. His hand snaked between us, and he rubbed my clit. It was overkill.

When I came, he bit down on that weirdly tender, perfect place on my neck, and I saw stars. It was all too much. His wet body rubbing mine, the steam rising around us. His arms holding me effortlessly, his cock, perfectly designed to fit me, giving me nowhere to hide. Fucking me through my orgasm.

“What do you say, wife? You’ll let me come inside you? Let me fill you up,” he muttered, losing his rhythm as he got close.

My reply was my nails sinking deeper into his shoulders, holding him to me. What the hell… he was a dead man walking. What was the harm?

With a rough growl that turned into a moan, he jerked inside me, coming. He poured himself into me, hot and wet and perfect.

“Did you really not know?” he murmured against my forehead.

“Know what?”

“At the wedding, did you really not know we’d end up here, like this?”

I had no answer for that. It was hot, honestly, and worrying as hell.

He pressed a kiss to my forehead. It was disturbingly tender.What was I doing?Yesterday had been the craziest day of my life, and this man had only multiplied that by a million. He’d married us. We were married. This morning was the last indulgence I could allow myself. I had to put a stop to this madness. I had to get out of here and let my brother know what had happened. It was my duty as a member of the De Sanctis family to let my capo know about such an aggressive, hostile act by a rival family. It would be up to Renato what happened next. My personal feelings had nothing to do with it. Bran would have to answer for this action, and I already knew what the answer would be. He’d answer with his life. The thought constricted my chest.

Wait a minute. Do I have actual feelings for this man?

I was shocked by the thoughts running through my head. I was all mixed up thanks to Bran being my savior at the hotel. That had to be why I was feeling the way I was.

“Let me down,” I said, my voice sounding rough and unused.

He took a second to release me. His hands held me tightly; his cock was still lodged deep. I tapped his chest, and with a reluctant sigh, he lowered me, letting his cock escape on a rush of slippery cum.

I immediately reached for the lavender bar of soap sitting on the shelf. I watched Bran as the water rained down on him. How could I make this guy understand that my brother killing him wasn’t only a possibility but a guarantee?

“Are you planning how you’re going to knock me out with the bar of soap?” Bran asked.

He turned me around, and after a moment, his hands rubbed shampoo into my hair, sending sparks of pleasure through my scalp.

“Yes, and I can wash my own damn hair, by the way.”

He didn’t answer, just slapped my ass.

“I never said you couldn’t. And be warned, if you’re planning on running off, you’ll have to be clever about it. I won’t just let it happen.”

“Hmmm, I’m sure you won’t. Got a lot of experience abducting women, have you?” I sniped at him.

He chuckled, gathering my sudsy hair into a ponytail and wrapping it around his fist. He pulled my head back until my back arched and my ass brushed his spent cock. It twitched immediately.No, it wasn’t possible.He really was trying to make it too hard to walk.

“You’re my first, actually… first and last.”

“Lucky me,” I said through gritted teeth.

Bran chuckled. He took the showerhead from the wall and held it over my hair, washing the shampoo down my back.

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