Page 10 of Dirty Little Convict
My brow furrows. “What show?”
His laughter sounds manic because of the mask and sets me on edge. “The one where we get to watch you get off before we fuck you.” My mouth parts on a silent gasp. My mind is screaming at me to tell him to fuck off, but my pussy, that thirsty bitch, is quivering with need and clenching on air. “Let’s go.” I push to my feet as he opens the cell door. I take slow steps toward him, wary that at any moment he will try something. I eye him skeptically when he steps aside to allow me out of my prison cell. I gasp when he grips the back of my neck in a punishing hold, making me wince.
He uses his grip on me to lead me out of the basement. I shakily climb the stairs. Once we hit the landing, I look around and cringe at the sight of the dining room table. The shackles are still attached, but we don’t head into that room, we veer off into the living room. I slam to a stop at the sight in front of me. Three cameras are set up with a direct view of the bed in the center of the room.
“Keep going,” he growls from behind me and pushes me forward down the hallway. I try to look around and spot the other two guys, but they are nowhere to be seen. He shoves me into a room and I stumble forward, but catch myself on the edge of the basin. “Shower. Don’t get any cute ideas, the windows are barred and I’ll be waiting right here.”
I shoot the fucker a scowl and attempt to grab the door so I can slam it in his face but he lurches forward and blocks my path.
“Door stays open, little convict.” He tilts his head down to take in the sight of me and I suddenly feel exposed. “It’s not like we haven’t seen it before.”
“Go fuck yourself,” I hiss.
“I’d rather fuck you.”
“In your dreams.”
“I dreamt about my cock down your throat and that came true.” I grind my teeth to the point of them hurting and spin away from him. I angrily tear my bra and panties off, tossing them to the side before climbing into the stall. I can feel his eyes on me the entire time. I turn the water to scolding hot and stand beneath the spray, not feeling the burn of the water. I help myself to the soap and shampoo. I take my sweet ass time, not caring that he is standing there waiting for me to finish. If they think I am going to take what they are dishing out without putting up a fight, clearly Stone and Kincaid have forgotten who the fuck I am.
When I finish, I step out of the shower and stand here naked and soaking wet, looking directly at him. I note the lights are shut off behind him now, but say nothing.
“Gonna offer me a towel?” I purr seductively. I feel his heated gaze on me, and as much as I try to deny the pull I feel toward him, I can’t. It’s the allure of not knowing who he is and the mystery that surrounds him that has me hot and needy.
Even with the mask on, I hear him gulp as he nods his head. He comes toward me, only stopping when there is a sliver of space between us. My breaths turn choppy and need courses through me. The light from his mask illuminates the rich brown of his eyes—something about them seems so familiar.
I’m pulled from my thoughts when he presses a towel against my chest. I frown. I didn’t see him move.
“Your outfit is hanging behind the door. You have five minutes to get dressed.” He doesn’t say another word as he turns and stands in the doorway with his back to me, offering me some modicum of privacy. I want to snort at the audacity of the bastard but I manage to refrain… just. I peer behind the door,only for my fucking jaw to pop open at the sight of my white corset with the matching stockings and thong hanging there.
“You broke into my dorm room?” I grit out.
“Is it reallybreaking inif we have a key though?” the smug fucker tosses back at me. I want to stomp my foot like a petulant child but I refrain, just. I turn my back to the bastard and take my time dressing. This is one of my favorite outfits and something tells me they fucking knew that, which is why they picked it. Once I’m dressed, I turn to face him, only to see a pair ofmyheels dangling from his finger. I narrow my eyes but say nothing as I snatch them from him and slip them on.
“Happy?” I snap.
“Not yet but I will be when I get to bury my cock inside you.” I balk at him but manage to refrain from snapping at him when he moves to the side and motions for me to lead the way. I take a step forward, ready to do as he asks but then stop in front of him. He stares down at me. Even with the low lighting I can see the hunger in his eyes. I tentatively reach out and place my hand against his chest. I don’t miss the shiver that rolls through him at my touch.
Feeling emboldened by the fact he hasn’t pushed me away, I close the sliver of space between us until I’m plastered against his front. I bite back my smirk when I feel how hard he is. I slide my hand between our bodies and relish in the sound of the hiss that escapes him when I cup his cock through his pants. I press up onto the balls of my feet and lick the side of his neck. A heady moan escapes me when I taste the salty flavor of his skin.
“Hmmmm, you taste good,” I purr as I begin to stroke him. He’s so big. His hands land on my waist, his hold bruising but I love it. I may not know who this guy really is but I know for a fact the other two are my stepdad and stepbrother, and they would never allow anyone to hurt me even after what I did to them.
“You keep rubbing my cock like that, convict, and we won’t make your show,” he growls.
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Feeling impatient and over waiting for Hux to bring her ass in here, I stand from my chair and head down the hallway to see what the delay is, only to find the two of them in the doorway of the bathroom. Hux is pressed against the door jam with Lennon plastered against him while stroking his cock.
“You keep rubbing my cock like that, convict, and we won’t make your show,” Hux growls. Seeing the two of them together like this has me rock fucking hard just from the sight. Huxley tilts his head back and groans.
She licks a trail up his neck and moans. “I want to feel you inside me,” she pants.
Unable to help myself, I push my sweats down and free my cock. I fist myself and bite back my hiss so they don’t notice me. My eyes roll back when I begin to stroke myself, picturing her hand on my dick instead of my own.
“Get on your knees, little convict, and suck my cock, now.” She obeys him like a good little slut. Seeing Hux be so dominant and in control is turning me the fuck on. I’m always the one in control when it comes to me and Huxley, he only submits to me. Seeing him take charge is fucking hot. I watch as she pulls hispants down and frees his cock. My mouth salvates at the sight of him.
“Fuck,” she breathes out as she grips him in her tiny hand, then wraps her lips around his head. Hux groans loudly, then lolls his head forward to peer down at her, but then he catches sight of me. When his gaze locks onto mine I shiver. I can picture him smirking behind his mask. He knows this is a sight I have dreamed of seeing and now he is making it a reality. He tangles his hand in her hair and holds her in place as he begins to fuck her mouth.
