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.
