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Though a breath escapes her, she mutters, “Are you comparing me to an alligator?”

That has me smirking. “I could compare you to a summer’s day if you prefer.”

“You’ve read Shakespeare?”

“Criminals can read.”

Her brow furrows. “I didn’t mean to imply that you couldn’t. Just didn’t think it’d be at the top of your TBR.”

“TBR?”

“‘To be read’ list,” she explains, her gaze tripping over my face to stare at the enclosure again. “What do you do with them?”

“Protect them from hunters. Feed them. Make sure they breed.”

“And you’reallabout the breeding,” she drawls. “Anyway, what do they eat? Chicken?”

“I’m sure cannibals might think that humans taste like chicken, but having never partaken, I don’t know for sure.”

Her mouth trembles. “You feed bodies to them?”

“It’s all protein and fat.”

She sucks in her bottom lip. “Will Harvey end up there?”

“Just like Marku and anyone else who harms you.”

Her nod, when it comes, is slow. Though I can sense her unease, I can also see that something else lingers in the depths of her eyes…

Satisfaction.

I hide my smile before it can rise to the surface.

As someone who has been denied justice for her entire married life, she deserves it.

I just can’t imagine that she ever believed it would be found between an alligator’s jaws.

25

NIKOLAI

A FEW DAYS LATER

“Why haven’tyou kissed me yet?”

I tilt my head to the side in a silent question. My fingers tighten on her thigh as I direct the shower spray over her pussy with my other hand.

My gaze locked on hers, I watch as the constant pressure on her clit has her hips rolling.

Breathlessly, she reassures me, “I wouldn’t bite your tongue.”

I have to grin.

“Wow. You look so different when you grin.” Her thighs clench as she shuffles closer to the spray. “I’m starting to get used to your smile. But this is different.” Her head rocks back and she moans. “That feels good. Why do you make everything better? I’ve done this myself, but God, it’s nothing to what you—”

When her words falter as she releases a sharp cry, I rub my fingers over her slit and slip inside her. Her cunt muscles clamp around me and she lets loose a yelp as she finds a soft release.

Quickly switching off the water, I dart forward and press my face into her softness. She shudders when my lips find her clit and I focus in on her again. Her hands immediately scrape over my scalp—not pushing me away but urging me nearer.

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