Page 89 of Caged

“You have no idea what you’ve just done.”

As he spins me around, his hands clench tightly around my throat, the pressure intensifying as I’m held captive against the sturdy embrace of the tree.

And shit, I’m so turned on.

He snatches the ice hanging off the branch, and it snaps loudly, breaking the silence. The sight of blood dripping from his hand, as he holds the weapon makes me clench my thighs together.

I let out a whimper when he kicks open my legs wider.

“Let’s see how you like the cold, shall we? Seeing as you’re the queen of ice.”

With each passing second, his fingers dig into my throat, making it harder to breathe. Darkness flashes across his eyes, but I’m not scared.

Deep down, somewhere, he wants me. Otherwise, I would be dead. He rips open my jacket, exposing my bare stomach.

He slides the ice between my breasts with a smirk as his hand moves lower. I let out a hiss as the chill of it meets the warmth of my skin, dragging along the sensitive area of my thigh.

“Cold enough for you?” he growls.

Loosening his grip, I open my legs wider out of instinct.

My head almost spins as he tosses me down into the snow. Before I can even blink he’s on top of me, his strong arms on either side of my head, positioned between my knees.

“I’ll take what I want and I’ll leave you shattered into a million pieces. It’s only fair. You break my heart, I’ll break your soul,” he whispers against my lips.

What he doesn’t realize, I’d give it to him. As soon as I have my brother, whatever happens to me doesn’t matter.

I’ve spent my life fighting to survive. I’m exhausted.

I don’t matter. I am no one.

“Break me,” I reply confidently.

“Don’t tell me what to do. You aren’t in a position to make orders.”

With a biting grip, he lifts my hips and forcefully tears off my panties. Then he covers my mouth and nose, cutting off my breath.

“I don’t want to hear you.”

Leaving his hand there, he works himself lower down my body. The warm blood dripping between his fingers lands on my lips.

My gasp is muffled as he lightly drags the ice along my slit.

“It’s funny, what can bring pain can also bring pleasure. Very much like us, isn’t it? Except when you tip the balance, everything falls apart.”

He follows the chill with the flat of his warm tongue.

Fuck.

I wiggle my hips, the sting from the snow on my ass cutting into my skin. He repeats the movement, circling the ice on my clit and I want to scream when his hot mouth connects.

Over and over.

“So fucking needy. I bet it’s torture, isn’t it?”

I can hear the amusement in his tone.

Every lick takes my breath away.