Chapter 4 Wet For Me

• The cold bars of the golden cage were like torture devices piercing my forehead and temples. Xandros's large, bony hand pressed my head so hard against the wires that my vision blurred with pain. The pressure from behind, the rhythmic, unbridled masculinity striking my hips... Every inch of his body was etched into my skin, declaring his ownership over me.
• "Do you like it?" he whispered close to my ear. His voice seemed to echo directly in my veins. When he roughly pulled up my skirt, the coolness of the fabric gave way to the scorching heat of his skin.
• I struggled, shaking my shoulders, trying to break free, but my head trapped between the wires rendered me a prisoner. One hand gripped my waist, almost breaking me, while the other cupped my breasts. My nipples, hardened beneath the fabric, burned like embers in his calloused hands.