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202 pages, Paperback
First published July 15, 2016

“I was created to serve you, Anderson. I was made from the very horrors of hell that birthed you. We were cast from the same mould. But which gift will you take?”
“She loved pain; it brought her to life, fed the need in her for retribution. Helped her to bury her past.”

“I had to ruin her. It was the only way for me to finally move forward.”
“…he carried my soul with him. He always had. Fate had brought us together, and fate would take us through to the end, whatever it had in store for us.”

“You think you’re the only one who is hurting! But you’re not!"

Rage, necessity, determination, corruption, and the deep sense of survival that lived in all of us did a job sometimes we didn’t want to do.
Both men fucked me hard, they both fucked me with a violence that bordered on sadistic, and they both filled me with so much pain that I couldn’t fight against the pleasure that overwhelmed me.


“I needed him to love me, whichever way it came.”
“How could you fall in love with someone who was hell bent on destroying you?”
“I was created to serve you, Anderson. I was made from the very horrors of hell that birthed you. We were cast from the same mould. But which gift will you take?”
“This is how I want to picture you forever. You have no barriers up. You are you, free from the obligation you force on yourself.”

“Pulling me away, his gaze hooked on the length of spit from my lips to his cock, the wicked gleam in his eyes making every part of me throb.” “Suck me until I come in your dirty little mouth.”
“I was created to serve you, Anderson. I was made from the very horrors of hell that birthed you. We were cast from the same mould. But which gift will you take?” ~Kloe
“I am here to fuck you. To take whatever depraved act you want to enact. I am here to feed from your merciless lust, and to quench the undying thirst for degradation you have.”
He was the only person that was capable of soothing the terror inside me, of quietening the raging noise in my head. He was the only one who could take my hand and lead me blindly to where he wanted me to go. And I would go. No matter how much it scared me. Because he carried my soul with him. He always had. Fate had brought us together, and fate would take us through to the end, whatever it had in store for us. ~Kloe
Kloe had given me so much. Once, all I had had was pain. It was all I had lived for; all I had felt. But then she’d walked into my life and showed me there was so much more to feel. Love. Trust. Gentleness. Hope. She had uncaged me, she had unchained me, and she had taught me that it’s okay to be loved, and give it back. And in the end she had given me her very soul. ~Anderson










The Conclusion to Caged.
I had once thought that when I found the light I had been searching for in that long, dark tunnel that it would finally give me the gift I had been holding on for.
I had scoured the joyless night sky for peace, a peace that only the brightness of the stars could grant.
And I had endeavoured to catch that single magic snowflake in the middle of a howling snowstorm.
I had been looking. Forever.
But little did I know that it WAS the sinister darkness in the tunnel that was the gift. It WAS the black reservoir of the deepest, darkest night that would be the very thing to give my chaotic soul peace. And it WAS the heaving rush of the bleakest blizzard that was filled with magic.
Anderson Cain WAS the darkness.
He WAS the black peace in my soul.
And within the raging pool of his wild green eyes WAS the magic.
The magic that saw me. The real me.
He made sure I saw me too. All of me. He’d told me he would make me accept who I really was.
I was Kloe Grant. And now – now I am the epitome of what he wanted me to be.
But when I finally let go, and I allowed that darkness to find me, neither of us was prepared for who I really was.
Death itself.
