Page 17 of Convict's Game
The camera returned to his face, but not before I caught another squeeze of his hand on his dick.
Electricity crackled under my skin. “I want to see what I won.”
“Tell me I can claim the prize with your name on my lips.”
A hasty little nod dipped my head, completely out of my control. The camera view stayed on Convict’s face, but his lips parted, and he closed his eyes, giving me a burst of deep need at what he was doing to himself.
“Camera down,” I ordered.
Convict shook his head. “First time since I came out of hospital. I thought it was broken. Then I see you and, fuck, I’m hard.”
I knelt up on the bed. “This is the first time you’ve done…that? In how long?”
“At least a month. Keep talking to me.”
“I will if you show me.”
He paused, then I got my wish, the view sliding down him again to his shorts. He’d moved his hand away to give me a clear sight of the tent I’d apparently created.
“God,” I uttered.
His hidden dick bobbed.
Convict groaned. “See? One word and my body reacts. I’m dying for you.”
“How? I mean, why?” I spluttered.
“You’re fuckin’ beautiful, Mila. Besides that? No clue. I need more. Talk. Tell me anything.”
“Like what?” I was fascinated. Hooked on the power I had over this man.
“What do you like for breakfast?”
I laughed quietly. “Tea and something sweet. Is my food order doing it for you as well?”
“Literally every word that comes out of those lips.”
“Maybe it’s my lips that are the problem.”
I was never this brave with men. I was no virgin, but I’d never really played with my sexuality. Never teased anyone or had… This was phone sex. With a stranger. The realisation was shocking. I was turned on, too, though hell was I touching myself in a place like this.
Convict made a masculine sound of pleasure that made me regret my decision. Desperation edged his tone. “Put the camera back on your face.”
Another noise broke through my haze of lust. A click in the hallway directly outside my room.
“Mila,” Convict commanded.
In a rush, I killed the call and shoved the phone under my mattress. One second before my door flew open and a man appeared in the frame.
Chapter 6
Convict
Jumping out of bed, I stumbled on the walking boot I hadn’t taken off overnight and nearly fell. On the overhead cameras, a man was in the doorway of Mila’s room. She’d almost been caught talking to me, which meant I’d put her in danger. I snatched up my shirt and tugged it on.
But by the time I locked eyes on the screen again, she had someone else in with her and the man was gone. The newcomer was a woman. No, a girl. If I was working the door of Divide, our nightclub, I’d ID her as she didn’t even pass for eighteen, despite her makeup, tight black dress, and heels.
Mila approached her cautiously. I turned the sound back on the camera feed, my blood cooling rapidly and the strange moment we’d shared fading away.
