Page 5 of Jealous Convict

Her winged caramel-colored eyebrows frame her face perfectly. And that faint hint of a blush that I suspect isn’t from makeup?

I suppress a groan and shift in my seat as my cock thickens in my jumpsuit.

Slightly reddened lips, as if she spent time biting them nervously before I arrived, have a natural pout that invites any red-blooded male to imagine sliding between them.

Red-hot jealousy blazes through me, shocking the shit out of me. “Do you have a boyfriend, Kitty cat?”

Her eyes widen and her mouth gapes. “T-that’s none of your business,” she sputters adorably.

The more I’m left in the dark, the more vicious the green-eyed monster grows. “It’s the very least you can offer a curious guy, seeing as I’ve given up my precious time for you.”

She pauses, her impeccable manners probably stopping her from telling me to fuck off. Her gaze shifts to the side for a moment and I stem the urge to bark at her to look at me. To beg her to keep those baby blues on me because they’re so gorgeous. And because a weird emptiness invades my chest when she deprives me of her attention.

Shit, I’m fucked, aren’t I? She has me beyond hypnotized, heading toward obsession.

“Okay. I guess there’s no harm in…umm, no I don’t have a boyfriend,” she mutters.

My exhale is loud enough to make her eyes widen even further.

“That’s good, Kitty cat. That’s very good.”

“Why?”

“Because I’d rather not spend the whole interview daydreaming about choking the life out of some fucker who thinks he has a right over you. Then beat him to death for allowing you to come to this place where the only thing separating you from a few hundred assholes are a few walls,” I growl, abandoning any need to remain civil.

I’ve been angsty since I stepped into the room and saw the warden has allowed the most precious thing in the world—his daughter—to waltz in here virtually unprotected.

Her jaw drops, and I get the first glimpse of her pink tongue. A tongue I have zero problem imagining licking up and down my engorged shaft like her favorite lollipop.

“Y-you…you’re not joking, are you?”

“No, kitten. I’m most definitely not joking.”

“But you know…you can’t go around choking people though, right?” There’s a bit of stern hope in her voice, as if she can reason sense into me.

Too cute. “I’m not a civilized man. Never have been.” Even before I went to that bank that day to make a definitive point with the assholes taking homes from vulnerable families, I was a specialized monster for my government.

But for her…maybe I could learn?

The idea grows, expanding in my chest until there’s little room to breathe.

Then, I shake myself free of it. I don’t want to be civilized. Not over this breathtaking girl who I can already feel changing my life.

We continue staring at one another, the trepidation on her face growing. Until it morphs. Not much, but enough for a sizzle to pass between us. For her to know that the rampant emotions swirling through me are real.

Because I’m beginning to get ideas about this stunning creature. Ideas that aren’t at all as farfetched as they were five minutes ago.

She blinks, visibly snapping herself out of the connection.

Her gaze darts to the clock above the door behind me. “Umm…I only have twenty minutes left. Can we get on with the interview?”

Twenty minutes. Then she’ll be gone. And I’ll be dragged back to my cell.

I want to bellow with the unfairness of it. Rip my insides out at the thought of being deprived of her so soon.

But…soon enough, I’ll find her again, I vow.

No one will keep this priceless treasure from me. There’s a reason I was discharged from the army with full honors and a chest full of medals.

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