Page 95 of Gilded Cage (Kovalyov Bratva 1)

She also looks so fucking sad.

That stops me in my tracks.

“Is this what you like?” she asks softly. Her voice barely rises above a whisper. “Having a helpless woman at your disposal? Forcing yourself on a woman who can’t refuse?”

Her words send a jolt stinging through me.

I feel my cock deflate.

The desire coursing through my veins hits a wall suddenly and I feel my hands fall to my sides.

“Go,” I growl. “Now. Get out of here.”

She stares at me for a moment. Trying to figure out if I’m serious or not.

Then she slides out from underneath me and runs for her bedroom.

A second later, I hear the door slam shut.

I lean my forehead against the wall, the same one I had just made her come against.

And then I send my fist slamming into it.

Now, I’ve got a raging hard-onandbruised knuckles. I ignore the pain lancing through my hand and head straight for my bedroom.

I discard my sweaty clothes and without so much as sitting down, I start masturbating furiously, my head swimming with thoughts of Esme.

I relive the moment when I saw her breasts for the first time.

I relive the moment I sucked her nipples until she moaned and grabbed my hair.

I relive everything, again and again, until hot seed shoots out of me.

Only then can I breathe again.

The relief pours through me. Like I’ve purged her—fuckingfinally.

But that lasts for hardly a few seconds before it sets in again—the hunger. The burning, aching need for more of what I’ve just barely tasted.

That pisses me the fuck off.

I walk into my bathroom and turn on the shower. I step inside, and cold water assaults my body.

I welcome the prickly pain.

I stand there for a long time, trying to get her out of my head.

But twenty-five, almost thirty minutes later, I’m still consumed with thoughts of her, and only her.

“Fuck!” I yell to the empty cavern of my bathroom. My roars echo until they fade away.

I have to find a way to deal with this massive need inside me.

I have to fill it with something other than Esme.

Because I know now, without a doubt, that something terrible is happening.

And I need to fucking end it.