Page 48 of Cage's Fall

She shivered just slightly, and then her eyes opened up. Staring into those vivid emerald eyes of hers I thought, ’Could I really explore all of her, my way, the way I liked, or should I do the right thing?’

Then it hit me. Like a fucking slap to the face. Though I wished, she had been the one to slap me. She wouldn’t have been with anyone since it happened. And here I was about to tie her.

Fucking dick move Hurley.

“What’s wrong?” her words were soft, and she leaned in, placing her forehead on mine.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me,” she said sternly. “You were going to say something, but you stopped because…” she sighed. “I’m okay, do you need me to reassure you of that?”

“I just don’t want to cause you to have any flashbacks.”

“If it makes you feel better I don’t remember a thing.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” Makes me want to go back in time, and make that bastard suffer for longer.

“I can barely recall either of their faces.”

The bastard got off fucking easy. I should have…Wait. “Their faces?” I said.

“Didn’t you know there was two? How else did you think someone filmed it?” She was talking fucking reason. How the hell did I miss this!

“I thought he set it up. I didn’t watch the video.” I put her down.

“Cage. Please. Don’t let it ruin the mood,” she said basically groaning. “Come back here.”

I was pacing. “You remember what the other guy looked like?”

She shrugged. “Why does it matter?”

“Because that cunt hurt you and he is still breathing.”

“Don’t say that word.” She scowled me.

“Does anyone else know there were two men?” Had Hawk just not told me because he hadn’t wanted me to go on a murdering spree?

“You know what Cage. I’m starting to see a pattern.” She placed her hands on her hips. “You working me up and then getting distracted.” Her hand went to her dress strap and she brushed it off, then the other side. Pushing the dress down and stepping out of it. Her breasts free, and just lace underwear on.

My eyes reminded me it was fucking Christmas again. I licked my lips.

“Do I have to beg you?” She blew out.

I was in two fucking minds. One. Go murder a bastard that touched her and filmed her. Two. Fuck her. Hard.

Again it was like a war against good and evil. Then her hands slipped into the waistband of my shorts.

“Do you want to know something Cage?” She went up on her toes and whispered in my ear.

“I swallow.”

I groaned. Not what I needed to hear right now as I fought with what I should do over what I needed and wanted. But then I wanted to make the man that touched her suffer just as much as I wanted to fuck her…. The need however, the need to explore her, the need to fuck her till she calls my name… well that had me looping my thumbs in her underwear and pushing them down.

Nipping at her inner thigh, as I dragged them down her.

Then as I stood back up, she went down, her hands going to the waistband of my shorts and pushing them down.

My hands went to her hair, as she took me in her mouth. It took everything in me not to go against my need to control her.

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