Her jaw drops. “S–solitary?”
“That’s right,” I reply, taking her by the arm as my cock pounds with painful lust.
“For how long?”
I tug her into the hall and take a left to the solitary wing. This girl is a weakness—not just for me but for the entire prison. And if I don’t address itnow, she will bring the entire place down.
“Until you have been cured of your wicked nature,” I growl.
4
ALICE
I feelmy heartbeat in my skull as Killian drags me into a dingy room with nothing but a showerhead hanging from the wall. He sets me down and stands waiting.
“You’re allowed one shower before being placed in solitary.”
I’m still trying to recover from what just happened. Was I dreaming, or did the prison warden really just go down on me while I was having a conversation with my lawyer?
My breasts tingle at the memory of his tongue on my precious place, the way he moved so hungrily but handled me gently, respectfully. He told me not to look at him as we shared our forbidden secret.
Killian is a walking contradiction. Cold as snow and ruthlessly commanding one moment, then soft and delicate the next. It’s as if he’s trying to confuse me.
Could it be that he actually cares about me?
No. I must be projecting. I’m number five-oh-seven-five. That’s all I am to him. I can’t let myself hope. Not in here. Not while I’m surrounded by these walls, these bars, these…other men.
Yet still, I can’t shake the memory of what just happened from my mind. And that memorydoes somethingto me.
My hands move on their own, through my hair, over my breasts, and down to the tear in my jumpsuit where I’m absolutely soaking, dripping onto the floor.
It must be his spit. I can’t possibly be this wet…can I?
Just the thought sends shivers down my spine. I can’t be attracted to such a brutal man. To such cruelty. And why would I be? It’s only a matter of time before I screw up and he uses that rod on me…
In fact, a shower is just what I need right now. I need to washhimoff of me.
Killian pushes me forward into the room, then slams his fist against a steel button on the wall, activating the showerhead.
“Don’t keep me waiting.”
I reach for my top button and almost hesitate. But then I remember—this man has seen me naked already. He’s had his tongue…down there. What do I have left to hide at this point?
I’m covered in him. His scent, his spit, whatever he left on me when he tore my jumpsuit and had his hands on my butt. If I don’t get myself clean now, I’ll never stop thinking about it. About what we did.
So for the second time since I arrived, I strip down naked in front of him. I swear I hear him grunt as my jumpsuit hits the floor. Skin tingling, I step into the water.
It’s freezing cold. A shock to my system. Panicked, I grab the nozzle and the tiny bar of soap and begin scrubbing.
“You want to wash your dirty little body, don’t you?” His voice rumbles from the door. No one has ever spoken to me like this. It makes me feel so small, but at the same time, gives my heart little sparkly jitters.
“I…I have to,” I mutter, scouring myself with the spray.I have to get it all off. It’s the only way I’ll survive.
The tiny soap bar slips from my hands and falls to my feet. I scramble to pick it up, which causes me to drop the shower nozzle. It clangs against the tile, spraying water everywhere.
“Five-oh-seven-five,” he snaps, walking right up to me. “This isn’t a spa. You don’t have the luxury of wasting our water!”
“But I—”
