Poor little thing.
Just watching her cling to the sheets of her cot makes me furious. How could she let herself end up here? My cock is as hard as a plank of freshly cut wood, and once the male inmates get their eyes on her, I won’t be the only one.
Even the guards with her now are breathing heavily like they’re ready to breed—rubbing their bulges, dragging their eyes up every one of her curves. The jumpsuit isn’t enough to hide them. She was built to drive men into a frenzy.
My teeth clench, grinding enamel.
I should place her in solitary. Releasing her to the hounds in gen-pop will create a warzone. But that would be showing preferential treatment. She may be a woman, but she’s not another inmate. Another criminal. And I must treat her as such.
I already pushed the limits with her physical exam. She didn’t ask for any of it, but I couldn’t help myself. Even now, the simple sight of her has me taking deep, gasping breaths of oxygen. Fighting the urge to abuse my authority and take her over and over and over again.
“Inmates, line up!” Buck’s voice, our disciplinary officer, rings out over the loudspeaker. “Cell inspection will begin in five minutes!”
I watch the monitors as Alice, shaking and confused, is led from holding and out into the hall of the East Wing where the prisoners are beginning to line up. Their fevered eyes watch her like starving men being brought to a feast.
Five-oh-two-five reaches out and pinches her thigh. Five-oh-two-six cops a feel of her ass, forcing my fists to clench into hammers. The guards do their job and pull her away, then place her in front of her cell.
Another inmate beside her reaches out for her breast but is knocked back by another man’s fist. Alice leaps back, and then all hell breaks loose.
“You wanna fight, tough guy!?”
“You hit me, you son of a bitch!”
They start swinging.
“Yeah, keep your hands off my woman!”
“Yourwoman? This bitch is mine!”
Fists connect with face and flesh. Men topple backwards, piling up as they defend their friends. Others make their move toward Alice. The guards have to beat them back with their batons. Crumbling seawalls against the waves of a typhoon.
Blood roaring, I rise from my chair and grab my rod. I’ll have to handle this myself.
But before I can make it out of the room, the phone rings. As the warden of the prison, I can’t just ignore it. I quickly snatch it up. “Yes!?”
“Sir, this is Marvin Newson. I have been recently hired to represent Alice Clement.”
My muscles clench. I could not care less about this right now.
“Yes!?”
“Well…I’d like to speak with my client. If that’s at all possible.”
The fight has grown larger. Alice is cowering behind the guards, who are seconds from being overcome.
“Well, we can set up a time—”
“Actually, sir, I’m at the prison now. In the waiting room.”
“Fine. Give me five minutes.”
I slam the receiver down and nearly tear the door off its hinges as I exit. It takes me less than thirty seconds to get to the East Wing. Before I enter, I focus on my heart, slowing its beating. Gasping my lapels, I straighten my suit and roll my shoulders back.
Time to be the warden. And that means being in control.
I push the door open to reveal a fight between two men that has turned into an enormous brawl.
My eyes scan the bodies, pounding each other into cookie dough.
