Caged (Defiant Kings, #1)

by Bella Matthews

Okay, so calling last night a long night is the understatement of the century. Maybe the fucking millennia. Maddie and I didn’t talk about what happened earlier in the kitchen. I didn’t tell her that every protective instinct in my body was demanding that I wrap my arms around her and promise her no one would ever hurt her again. Because I have no doubt she was hurt, and when I find out by who, I will hunt them down and kill them myself. Once I dangled Harry Potter in front of her, it only took her a moment to decide watching it in my room didn’t need to be any different than watching it downstairs. She was wrong. We both were. She climbed into my bed, and we both sat there, leaning against the headboard with the blanket pulled up over us to watch the movie. I may have needed to cover her bare legs because they were wreaking fucking havoc on my sanity. And that shit was already dangling by a very thin thread. Having her in my space . . . in my bed, where fantasies of her spread out beneath me played out in my mind like a home movie. Yeah. I needed to cover both of us up before she started to think I was a horny asshole. Not that she’d be wrong about that. I don’t know why this woman likes these damn movies, since she can’t stay awake till the end to save her life. And this one wasn’t even as good as the first one. It was a little over halfway through when her head rested on my shoulder. I waited until the end of the movie to move so we were both lying down. I probably shou...