Chapter 3 3. Alma - The Prison 3
When he takes a step out of the bathroom, I snarl, “And what the fuck are you doing now?”
With a smirk, he replies, “I’m going to let you shower.”
“How the hell—?”
The door closes behind him with a soft click, letting me know he locked it.
“Come back here,” I scream after him, “and unhook me right now.”
My demands fall on deaf ears as the officer doesn’t return.
Fine, if he won’t unhook me, I will unhook myself.
I renew my efforts to free the handcuffs from the hook, but no matter how hard I try, the hook doesn’t give. I try to stand taller in the hope that I’ll loosen the chain, but the position I’m forced into quickly tires me, and it doesn’t take long for my shoulders to start burning.
I don’t give up—not yet, at least—but eventually I accept that, without help, I can’t unhook myself, so I wait for el puto officer to return.
At least a couple of hours pass before he returns. By now, I’m in so much pain and so exhausted that I doubt I could fight him if he tried anything funny.
After we glare at each other for several silent moments, he asks, “Are you giving me permission to touch you now, or do you want me to take you to the courtyard as you are?”
“Are you threatening me?” I hiss.
The left corner of his mouth tilts up. “Just letting you know what will happen.” He waves a hand between us, moving it up and down in the air, while groaning, “With a body like that, there’ll be a huge line behind you, every Rogue Duke looking to claim a woman. They’ll all fuck you, testing to see if you’re a fit for his angel. By the end of the day, cum will be leaking from your ass and mouth.”
I’ll kill every single one of them before that happens.
“Or,” he adds, trying to sound casual, “you can cooperate and let me wash you.”
Every sore part of my body, especially my aching shoulders, is screaming at me to accept his stupid, pathetic proposal, but instead of doing that, I narrow my eyes.
“You do this with every woman here?” I ask, wanting to know what kind of psychopath I’m dealing with. “Bring her here and wash her?”
A grin forms on his lips as he steps closer. “You are the first one to be invited into my room.”
“You brought me here by force,” I remind him.
He arches an eyebrow. “Would you have preferred to be taken to the courtyard?”
“I would have preferred to be allowed to leave, given that I was brought here by force.”
He grins at that. “So was I. So why don’t we make the best of our situation?”
I blink at that. “But… you’re a correctional officer.”
“I am.”
I wonder if he’s forced to work here. But that’s not my concern—Jason is. I don’t understand how he can come and go from this prison whenever he wants or why women are forced to be pornais for the men here.
Unless this is not a normal prison. Jason did mention that this place is for all the Dukes who went rogue, but I’m not sure what that means.
I bet the officer standing before me knows.
“What did Jason mean when he said that this prison is for the Rogue Dukes? And what are Rogue Dukes?”
“Information doesn’t come free.”
In a cat-and-mouse game, where I’m the mouse, I have to play by the rules.
At least until I’m free.
Knowing what he wants, I begrudgingly say, “Fine, you can shower me.”
It won’t take him long to realize that I’m neither the mouse nor the cat in this game, but the snake silently making its way through the jungle.
A smile tugs at his lips as he bares his torso, and my gaze sweeps over his muscles, taking in first the skull tattooed on his chest, surrounded by black roses, then the scars covering his chest and arms. He used to cut himself, I realize.
He slips off his boots and pants, giving me a full view of his very erect cock—and there’s nothing little about it, as I initially thought, because he was giving me small-dick energy. This entire thing turns him on, probably having me at his mercy. There’s no other explanation for why he’s hard.
Once naked, he steps in front of me.
I’ve been in many dangerous situations—situations I thought I’d never make it out alive—and never once have I felt as trapped as I do now.
If I could just yank the hook free already...
He runs his palms along my hips before sliding them to my ass and giving it a squeeze. I try to jerk away from him, but he pulls me flat against him.
“I’m going to worship every inch of your perfect body with my hands, and then I’ll take you to my bed and do the same with my lips and tongue,” he groans while grinding against me, his hard erection pressing against my stomach.
“Whoa there, cowboy. Don’t get ahead of yourself. I agreed to let you shower me, not fuck me,” I remind him.
His gaze falls to my lips. “If I don’t fuck you, others will, and I want you for myself. I want you to be my woman.”
He’s neither the first nor last man who thinks I’ll drop my panties the moment he claims I’m his.
“The moment you agreed to let me shower you, you became mine,” he says, showing me just how delusional he is.
“You’re moving too fast, cowboy. I might kiss on the first date, but I sure don’t invite men into my bed the same night.”
Something flickers in his eyes. “Good thing I’m taking you to my bed then.”
He moves to where he dropped his pants, picks them up, and rummages through the pockets.
He finally finds what he’s looking for and returns to me.
