Page 36 of Auctioned to the Prisoners

Wilson’s eyes narrow to slits as his face flushes bright. “You’ve got nothing in this place. No control. No power. Nothing.” His hand rubs his throat, making his point mute. Kinkaid has enough power and control to free me and restrain Wilson.

Hyde offers me a hand, and I rise to my feet. I’m passed into Rock’s waiting arms and shiver against his solid form.

Wilson strides back out the door. His black boots ricochet off the floor like gunshots. Rock turns to watch what happens next.

The guard’s eyes scan the board games spread out on the table and the TV in the corner, the half-empty cans of soda, and half-eaten snacks. It looks like a scout camp down here rather than an illicit sex orgy.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” he growls, swiping some playing cards onto the floor. “I’ll be back. And you’ll be in the general population before you even blink, and then you’ll be mine.”

I shiver as the sinister undertone of his voice fills me with unease. The threat isn’t directed against me, but the prospect of this asshole having any kind of power to hurt Kinkaid, Hyde, and Rock makes me seethe.

When he’s left, it’s like he takes half the oxygen in the room with him. Hyde kicks the wall, and Kinkaid folds his arms across his chest. Rock lumbers to the door and listens to the asshole walk away. I wait for them to say something before responding myself.

Questions invade my mind. What would happen if I had to leave after only a day and a half? Would I get paid the full amount or a tiny proportion? Would I get in trouble? I need all the money to help my sister. I rub my throat. There’s no pain there, just an awareness of my fragility.

“We’re fucked.” Hyde paces back and forth, his motions jerky. “Wilson’s going to spill everything, and they’re going to take Lory away from us.”

“Warden will fix this. He has to. There’s no way he’ll let that asshole get one over on him.” Kinkaid’s confidence sounds genuine, but I suspect he’s gotten good at saying what it takes to soothe Hyde’s anxiety. But Wilson was mad, and madmen make foolish, uncalculated moves.

“What can Grady do to stop him from talking?”

“He must have something on the bastard. Wilson’s as dirty as they come. If he wants to keep his job, maybe that’ll be enough to keep him quiet. Maybe Grady will have to offer him a sweetener.”

It all sounds too easy to me, but Hyde takes it on board.

“This shit is getting expensive for Grady,” Hyde muses in response.

“It’s worth it to him. What we did doesn’t have a price.” Rock looks at me when he says it, wondering if Grady told me what they all did to deserve me. He didn’t, but now I wonder. Was it something violent? Something that should scare me? Whatever it was, it was big enough to take this massive risk.

Kinkaid’s solemn gaze shifts between me and Rock, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. “If Wilson spills, Lory might have to leave. Maybe you should take her to bed before that happens—if that’s okay with Lory.”

A flood of emotions rushes through me—unease, anticipation, a flicker of fear—but I nod. There’s an unspoken agreement, and when I glance at Rock, his cheeks flush. For such a big, burly man, he’s surprisingly bashful sometimes. He’s waited patiently, always the quiet protector, and it strikes me that he deserves his turn as much as any of the others. More than that, there’s something about being held by Rock’s solid,imposing form that feels like it’ll be reassuring, a fortress in human form.

I can still feel Kinkaid’s words echoing in my mind as I head back into the room I shared with Hyde, Rock following silently behind me like a mountain at my back. The weight of his presence is grounding but also intimidating. They’ll protect me if Wilson returns, but there’s more to this moment than just safety.

Wilson wasn’t wrong about the scent—there’s the unmistakable smell of sex in the room, the heat of it lingering in the air. Rock notices it too, his nostrils flaring as he breathes deeply, the intensity of his gaze on me almost palpable. He doesn’t say a word, but the way he watches me as I strip feels like a brand against my skin, burning with something deep and unspoken. He’s waited for this, maybe longer than I realized, and the tension in the room shifts as I undress.

I can sense that Rock is on edge for reasons of his own, his patience fraying, his need simmering just beneath the surface. He’s been holding back for so long, watching, waiting, and now it’s his moment. The air feels electric between us, thick with both urgency and a strange tenderness. I wonder what he’s thinking, what’s running through his mind as he watches me, knowing this could be his only chance before everything changes.

I step toward him, feeling the shift in the energy, the unspoken understanding that we’re both on the edge of something inevitable.

Will he want me to sit in his lap like I did yesterday, but this time, let him ease his cock inside me, or will he have other ideas?

When Hyde bent me over, the rush of arousal I experienced took me by surprise. I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who enjoyed being taken roughly, but there’s something deep in my psyche that finds his loss of control arousing, something I’m powerless to repress. Rock isn’t like Hyde, though. He’s big andpowerful but withdrawn and careful until he gets close. Then his hands grow needier but not rough.

I’m well used between my legs but not sore. Good sex, even the rough kind, doesn’t affect me. I’m lucky that I get slick so easily, especially with the size of these men.

I’m lucky they always want to please me first.

He cups my cheek, then runs his huge rough hand down my neck and over my breast. There’s a gentleness behind the touch, despite his size, as though he’s worried he could hurt me without meaning to.

“It’s okay,” I tell him. “I won’t break.”

His espresso eyes stare into mine, searching.

“You’re so little, and I’m so big.”

“Kinkaid is big,” I remind him. “Hyde, too.”

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