Chapter 11: Fuck Her

Miguel's POV

My hunger for Ava had continued to grow like wildfire over the past few days since I brought her here.

Having her so close seemed to be eating away at me in more ways than one. Her allure was strong and irresistible, and every night in my bed, I dreamt of her— of screwing her brains out, exploring her body, eating her out, and reveling in her sweet moans.

It was all I could think about daily. She was my biggest fantasy. I had never craved a woman’s body so much in my life as much as I wanted her.

It just couldn't be helped. Every moment I was in the room with Ava, I fantasized about all the ways I wanted to have her, and all it did was fuel my hunger for her—which was, at this point, insatiable.

I woke up to those pairs of green eyes glaring at me from the cage as usual. It was our routine now and I loved it.

If those eyes could kill, I would be dead by now. The thoughts alone intrigued me, fueling my lust further.

I sat up, pulled the sheets aside, got out of bed, and