Chapter 90

• Chapter 90: The Cage
• He holds her tightly against himself, and the moment that sentence slips from his mouth, she feels the breath seize in her lungs like it’s been torn clean from her chest. What the hell did he mean by, we are just getting started? Her pulse kicks up immediately, not with fear but with a molten anticipation that pools between her thighs. It's not like she minds—God, no—but the sheer amount of pleasure she’s already drowning in makes it hard to imagine what more could even exist beyond this point. If he’s saying it’s not over, if this is only the beginning, then he must really, truly intend on ruining her.
• She lets out a soft, breathless chuckle, her body instinctively curling tighter against his, her smile laced with mischief as she drags her palms across his chest in slow, reverent strokes. “I see,” she teases, voice velvety with playfulness, “it’s my body that’s just too delicious for you to resist, huh?”