Page 71 of Caged

I wish he had the real me.

I wish he wanted Mila.

He strokes my cheek, bringing me back to his beautiful blue eyes and our noses touch.

“You were a good girl then. I want to see how bad you can be later.”

Oh, he has no idea.

Before I can reply, he pulls back and I can feel him dripping down the inside of my thigh. He chuckles, and I watch as he grabs something from the car.

I frown as he approaches me with his suit jacket on.

He spreads my legs open and starts to wipe… with his very expensive looking blazer.

“W-what are you doing?”

“I have to clean you up for the date, this was just the appetizer, remember?”

After he finishes softly cleaning up my thighs, he leans down and peppers kisses on my sensitive skin, holds out his hand and helps me to my feet.

My heart melts as he then tugs down on the hem of my dress.

Folding up the jacket, he sets it on one of the back seats.

“That looked way too expensive to be doing that,” I say as he helps me into the passenger seat.

“The jacket holds no value. What we just did, that was priceless.”

He closes the door and slips behind the wheel.

His hand plants down on my thigh. As I glance at him he smiles at me.

That same grin I fell for when I saw him chopping a guy’s head off.

I can’t believe he did that, for me.

“Ready for our next course?”

I bite down on my lip and his eyebrow shoots up.

“Where are you taking me?”

“To show you what decent food tastes like.”

I fake hurt, putting my hand over my heart and he winks at me, his deep chuckle filling the space.

I think I just lost possession of my own soul.

Except, I know what I have to do.

I have to ruin everything.

TWENTY-EIGHT

NIKOLAI

My knuckles land on her door again.