Liam & Tria’s story continues in Trapped!
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Blurb
Bizarre rituals on a remote island in Maine.
My crazy neighbor lying naked in the produce section of a grocery store.
The sting of a knife as it slices through my flesh.
Now I know why they say life is never easy.
The soft touch of Tria’s hand against my chest is the only thing that keeps me going, but there are consequences. As a fighter, I should be able to deal with anything life throws at me, but there is one circumstance I simply can’t handle.
I only have one coping mechanism: a tube around my arm and a needle in my vein.
My crazy neighbor lying naked in the produce section of a grocery store.
The sting of a knife as it slices through my flesh.
Now I know why they say life is never easy.
The soft touch of Tria’s hand against my chest is the only thing that keeps me going, but there are consequences. As a fighter, I should be able to deal with anything life throws at me, but there is one circumstance I simply can’t handle.
I only have one coping mechanism: a tube around my arm and a needle in my vein.
Excerpt
I felt my body tighten at her touch, and my skin tingled as
her fingers moved over my chest and down to my abs. She took one finger
and slid it over the ridge of each muscle. I caught her under her chin
with my fingers and brought her mouth back to mine.
Open mouthed, I moved from her lips, up the line of her jaw,
to her ear, and back again. With my free hand, I crept from her hip up
her side, and my thumb stroked the skin of her stomach. I felt her hand
over mine.
I started to pull away, assuming her intent was to tell me
to stop, but her grip on my fingers tightened. Opening my eyes, I looked
down at her and watched her tongue dart out over her lips before she slowly
pushed my hand upwards.
“You sure?” I breathed, hating myself for even asking the
question instead of jumping on the opportunity. In response, Tria rose up
just enough to pull her shirt up over her head.
My cock tried to jump right through the material of my jeans
to tit fuck her right there in her bra.
I had to physically restrain myself from the action as she
settled back above me on her knees. The bra itself wasn’t unfamiliar—I’d
seen all of her clothes in the drawers before—but having the lacy white
material wrapped around her smooth breasts laid out before me was completely different.
I sat up and moved her with me until she was flat on her
back on the couch, and I was hovering over her. I moistened my lips as I
gazed down at the pale flesh before me with only a slight curve visible at the
top of the lacy front.
As slowly as I could endure, I traced her skin from the edge
of the thin strap around her shoulder and down to the mound of flesh against
the lace edge. Barely touching her, I outlined from one edge over the
curve, down into the slight dip, and back over again. My fingertip
completed the trek back up to her other shoulder, and then began to make its
way down again.
Once it hit the center of the dip again, I fanned out my
fingers—still keeping my touch ultra-light—and stroked slowly toward the
outside of her breast. I could feel my own breathing increasing in tempo
with hers as I touched her through the thin material. I mimicked the
motion with my other hand and the other breast, leaning in to kiss her shoulder
as I moved.
CAGED Series Reading Order
Takedown (Book One) Caged Series
Trapped (Book Two) Caged Series
Released (Book Three) Caged Series
About the Author
Shay Savage lives in Cincinnati ,
Ohio
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