Page 38 of Vicious Luna

“The way you came all over my dick,” he deadpans, holding up two fingers and wiggling them at me. “Twice.”

“Fuck off,” I grumble, flipping my hair over a shoulder as I turn away from him, folding my arms across my chest. “Did you come down here for seconds, then? Or do you not want your buddies to see that you’re fucking your prisoner?” Darting him a sideways glance, I lift my chin, indicating the camera in the upper left corner of my cell.

“They wouldn’t see shit, I’m the only one with access to the feed,” he states blandly. “Well, me and my dad, but he barely knows how to work it. He’s busy with other stuff most of the time anyways.”

I stare back at him, arching a brow.

Does he even realize how much he just gave away with that answer?If Cam and his father are the only two with access to the camera feeds, then that must mean they’re running this operation. As in, they’re the leaders of the shifter hunters. I had a feeling he was important if he was assigned to guard me, but I didn’t think I was dealing with one of the bosses themselves.Shit.

I swallow thickly, setting that realization aside before it can fully sink in and give way to a massive internal freakout. “So you’re the only one who’s been watching me?” I ask, eyeing him suspiciously.

He nods.

I shake my head, grimacing. “That’d be kinda romantic if it wasn’t so creepy,” I mutter.

Cam frowns, his jaw clenching and stoic mask slipping. “I’m just doing my job,” he grits out.

I make a clucking sound with my tongue. “Such a good little soldier.”

We stare at each other for a long moment, me amused as hell and Cam on the verge of cracking. I can tell by the way the vein in his neck is protruding, his jaw clenched so tightly that I can see the muscle in it feather. For someone in thisline of work, he sure is easily rattled. Or maybe I'm just really good at getting under people’s skin.

Actually, IknowI am. I stir the pot with my friends all the time, pranking and playing and trying to get a rise out of them. It keeps life interesting.

Well, itdid. I used to mess around to avoid boredom, but now, I’m bored all the time with no cure. Cam’s getting the worst of me every time he comes down here because I can’t help but poke the beast in order to get a reaction out of him. All I really want is a little bit of excitement in my day.

Yeah, I’m way beyond feeling afraid here. If he was going to hurt me, he would’ve done it already. I’m past the point of fear and now I’m just annoyed.

“C’mon, you need a shower,’ Cam growls, finally breaking the tense silence between us and putting an end to our staring contest. “You’re filthy.”

The corner of my mouth ticks up in a smirk. “You didn’t seem to mind when you fucked me.”

He gives a little shake of his head as he sticks the key in the cell door, turning over the lock. “That won’t happen again.”

“Sure,” I snort sarcastically. “And it’s just a coincidence that the first thing you’re doing is getting me naked again, huh?”

“Do you want a shower or not?” he snaps, pushing open the door of my cage. As soon as he does, I realize what he’s holding in his hands and it gives me pause.Shit,I must be starting to lose it, because the sight of a soft towel, my own clothes, a hairbrush, and a pack of hair ties almost makes me weep.

I suck in a quiet gasp as my eyes dart back up to meet his, warmth unfurling in my chest.

I’m sure this is some play of his to try to brainwash me into giving up all my secrets or something, but damnit, I can’t help my own reaction to seeing those little creature comforts. I’m under no delusion that my captor actually cares about meor my wellbeing, I’m just drooling over the prospect of wearing an actual bra and finally brushing the mess of tangles out of my hair.

I nod quickly and cross the cell to him, not wanting to give him a chance to change his mind, and I swear I see the ghost of a smile cross his lips before he raises a hand, indicating for me to stop.

Not only do my feet, but so does my heart.

“Turn around, hands behind your back,” Cam directs in a low, silky voice that seems to have a direct line to my pussy.

“I’m not gonna run,” I breathe, pulse racing.

I swear, if he dangled those things in front of me just to rip them away- after drugging me, no less- then I’m going to tear his balls off and feed them to him. There’s only so much a girl can take.

“You really think I’d believe that, after what you just pulled?” Cam scoffs, lifting a finger and twirling it around in command.

“Okay, that’s fair,” I concede, spinning to face the rear wall of the cell and tucking my arms behind me in offering.

Cam scoops both of my wrists up in a single hand, tugging on them gently to guide me backwards into the hall. Then he turns us, putting me in front of him and urging me forward by pressing my wrists against my lower back.

I don’t try to pull a fast one and break free. I also avoid glancing into the neighboring cell as we pass, since I doubt they’ve bothered cleaning poor Tommy’s blood off the floor. I just march straight forward down the hallway, past the staircase and toward the bathroom at the end.

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