Page 32 of Fated Mates of Breeder Prison

I wanted to do nasty things to her… but couldn’t.

Not if she didn’t want to.

And why would someone so beautiful as her want a big thug like me?

I was fooling myself.

Even if I could claim her as my prize, she would never be with me if she had a choice.

I should go outside and tell her she could leave.

She didn’t want to be with me.

She would be better off out there…

With someone else?

I ground my teeth.

No. Not with someone else.

That would be the worst outcome I could imagine and I wouldn’t allow it while I had any say in the matter.

I took myself in hand and felt that familiar throbbing ache she always gave me.

I pictured Ivy’s smooth skin and imagined her in the kitchen, cooking my meal, and serving me.

Serving me…

I would wrap my arms around her, tight and close, and press my hard cock against her ass so she could feel it.

Then I would pull her pants down and rub myself against her, getting her warmed up and wet for me.

Then I would turn her face toward me and kiss her full on the lips.

She would respond with that fire I saw the first day we met and, with her eyes on mine, I would enter her.

I’d catch her gasp on my lips and she would groan deliciously as she took my full length.

I would reach under the T-shirt she wore to hide—but which failed abysmally—her delicious breasts.

I would slip my hand under the fabric of her bra.

No.

She wouldn’t be wearing a bra.

She would be loose and I would cup her in my hand and—

Something touched me on the ass in the shower.

I bolted back and slammed against the wall in shock.

I spun around and assumed a fighting stance.

Someone must have slipped inside my room.

To get to me, they had to pass through the kitchen.

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