Page 33 of Auctioned to the Prisoners

“We talked about this, Hyde,” Rock rumbles. “Why’re you changing what we decided?”

“Because FUCK ALL OF THIS. Fuck waiting around for Kinkaid to get his dick wet. Fuck this place, sucking me dry. Fuck Grady for wanting us to take the revenge he didn’t have balls to take himself.” I grip my hair, pulling it hard enough to hurt. “FUCK EVERYTHING.”

“Hyde.” Lory’s voice is so soft, it’s shocking in the aftermath of my rage. She peers around Kinkaid, and her eyes are soft. “I don’t belong to anyone. I’m just here for a while to have fun with you guys. Do you want to have some fun with me?”

“No fucking way,” Kinkaid says.

“Kinkaid,” Rock warns. “You’re only going to make this worse.”

“Yeah, Kinkaid.” I step forward quickly, reaching for Lory’s wrist and pulling her into my arms. She gasps as her face hits my chest, and I wrap her in a tight embrace. He’s not going to take what’s mine. Not now. Not ever.

“Hyde, fuck.” Kinkaid’s eyes are wide now, and I’m lost to the darkness, blinking too fast, the urge to pace making my whole body shake.

“Hyde.” Lory’s voice is soothing, but her body is tight. She must be scared. I’m a huge criminal who’s spinning out in front of her. She touches my arm, and everything goes still. “If you want me, you can have me. That’s what I’m here for.”

“I’ll hurt you,” I admit. “I’ll hurt you so bad.”

“No, you won’t,” she says. The tremble in her voice tells me she’s lying, or at least, she’s not as sure as she’s pretending she is. “You’ll make me feel good like you did last night.”

“I won’t be able to hold back.”

“Maybe you don’t need to.”

Her words coil the vibrating darkness in my chest into a ball that weighs like lead beneath my lungs. This girl is dangerous. She’s dangerous because she’s trying to get inside our heads with her softness and easy ways. She wants to make us weak.

Or maybe she’s just trying to stay alive.

I back away from Kinkaid, and Rock skirts around us with his hands spread. Lory’s still clutched tightly against me, and neither of my friends want to risk setting me off.

I don’t take her into the room that she just fucked Kinkaid in. I don’t want to be filled with the scent of their sex. He’s already marked her, but I can wipe all that away.

I slam the door to the other room and Lory flinches. A stabbing sensation makes me gasp a guilty breath.

Stroking her cheek, I lean down until we’re eye to eye. “I’m trying really hard,” I whisper.

“I know you are.” She blinks her wide eyes and covers the scorpion on my cheek with her hand. I want to close my eyes and let her hold me like she did last night. When we’re close like that, the years fall away, and I’m just James, the person I was before the world fucked me up and made me a monster.

But I can’t because the dick between my legs is a snake poised to strike. The darkness in me wants to use Lory’s body without tenderness or any kind of goodness. It wants to swallow her whole.

“Hyde.” Kinkaid’s outside the door. “Let Lory come out, okay? Let her come out here, and I won’t call the warden. If you hurt her, this whole thing will be over. He’ll take her home, and we’ll have to go back to hell.”

She looks at me with her wide eyes that aren’t judgmental but should be. I can’t stand to be looked at when I’m like this, with all my frayed edges and badness leaking out of me like an oil slick across a perfect ocean. I turn her and force her over the bed until she’s bent at the waist and face down.

Her leggings are stretchy, and I get them over her hips quickly. Her ass is as beautiful as the moon in a fucking desolate prison sky; the soft pink space between her legs is all I care about right now. I pull out my cock as I spread her open and slick my finger over her clit. She bucks, still sensitive from Kinkaid. The thought is pure white-hot rage.

“This is mine.” I push a finger into her, then another. She’s not as tight as last night, so maybe she’ll take me after all.

She tries to spread her legs when I force in a third finger, but her leggings keep her thighs pressed tight.

With my free hand, I jack my cock hard until it’s leaking pre-cum, then I use the fingers I had inside her to coat it with her juices. The smell of her pussy sends me spinning hard and fast. My cock is halfway inside her before I realize what I’m doing.

Taking.

Forcing.

My hands tremble on her hips, and I freeze.

Lory’s hand rests over mine, and she twists to look at me. I close my eyes as the darkness behind my lids gulps me down. Fuck. This isn’t the man I want to be, repeating the fucked-up things that happened to me in my life, hurting someone else the way they hurt me.

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