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NASTY ILLUSIONS

CAGE GRAVES

Third Person POV

The penthouse glowed dim, curtains drawn tight against the city skyline. Cage sat in his leather chair, champagne sweating in his hand, his gaze fixed on the man kneeling at his feet.

“Come here, baby. Come to Daddy,” he cooed, stroking himself as the half-naked ...