heat that was as much shameless desire as it was mortification.
“Ignore them.” The voice was low, gruff, right in her ear. Cain.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Take it?” This voice was from outside the cell. The other man. “She wants it bad.”
Riana tried to smother another whimper in the bedding as her whole body began to shake with intensifying need and urgency.
She did want it. She wanted it bad. And the feel of Cain’s cock driving into her deep and hard was threatening to make her scream with an inexplicable pleasure.
Part of her wished that Cain would lash out at the men—making them leave the way he’d made the men leave last night.
51
Zannie Adams
But she somehow knew he wouldn’t do that. It would make him weak. It would give the other prisoners power over him.
Over both of them.
It was a gift that he’d done so for her last night.
So she did as he said and tried to ignore the onlookers. Instead, she fought through her physical responses to find the concentration to turn back to look at Cain again.
His expression was almost twisted with pleasure and effort and there was something mesmerizing about the primitive fire in his eyes.
She felt another clench of sharp pleasure. “Oh yeah.”
“Yeah?” he gritted out, his face only inches from hers.
She wasn’t sure exactly what he was asking but she answered him anyway. Her whole body was shaking—from the force of his motion now since she couldn’t do much pumping in her present position—and her vision was starting to glaze over again.
“Yeah,” she gasped, “Gonna come. Again. Oh God!”
His thrusting intensified even more—so hard now the bed squeaked even more loudly. His grunts grew even more animalistic, guttural sounds that turned her on more than she could begin to understand.
She huffed out choppy little sounds as the agonizing pressure in her pussy finally peaked.
She buried her face in the bedding to smother her scream of release as her pussy clenched around his cock.
She was conscious of his pelvis jerking clumsily against her bottom and she heard a rough sound as he came as well. But she couldn’t think of anything except the pulsing waves of pleasure, radiating from her center to saturate her body.
They left her feeling drained, exhausted, hot and deliciously satisfied.
And really, really embarrassed.
52
Hold
She could feel Cain panting above her but she couldn’t bring herself to turn her head to meet his eyes immediately.
After a minute, he asked, “Okay?”
The gruff question made her able to unbury her head and look up at him. He was pulling his cock out of her pussy with a sloppy wet sound.
“Yeah,” she said with a faint smile. It was nice of him to ask—even in such an abrupt way. “That was pretty good.”
The corner of his mouth twitched up. “Yeah. Pretty good.”
The irony in his voice made her snicker a little and she felt better as she curled up on the bed, trying to hide her body as best she could from whomever happened to be outside.
Cain got up, pulling up his pants and walking back toward the bathroom. When he returned, he looked normal again. He’d even pulled his t-shirt back on.
“So what are you going to do now?” she asked, curious about what else there was to do to pass the time in his cell.
He arched one eyebrow and gestured toward the fork he’d retrieved on their outing earlier. “What do you think?”
She frowned at his curt tone but watched as he went back over to the machine he was putting together out of scavenged parts.
“Oh.”
“Where do you get all that stuff anyway?” she asked after a long silence.
Still focused on his work, Cain didn’t glance over as he answered. “You saw me.”‘
“I know you get them from around the Hold. But how did they get here? Surely prisoners aren’t allowed to bring wire and gears and all that with them.”
He didn’t respond immediately and for a minute Riana didn’t think he was gong to reply at all. Then he said slowly,
“Ignore them.” The voice was low, gruff, right in her ear. Cain.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Take it?” This voice was from outside the cell. The other man. “She wants it bad.”
Riana tried to smother another whimper in the bedding as her whole body began to shake with intensifying need and urgency.
She did want it. She wanted it bad. And the feel of Cain’s cock driving into her deep and hard was threatening to make her scream with an inexplicable pleasure.
Part of her wished that Cain would lash out at the men—making them leave the way he’d made the men leave last night.
51
Zannie Adams
But she somehow knew he wouldn’t do that. It would make him weak. It would give the other prisoners power over him.
Over both of them.
It was a gift that he’d done so for her last night.
So she did as he said and tried to ignore the onlookers. Instead, she fought through her physical responses to find the concentration to turn back to look at Cain again.
His expression was almost twisted with pleasure and effort and there was something mesmerizing about the primitive fire in his eyes.
She felt another clench of sharp pleasure. “Oh yeah.”
“Yeah?” he gritted out, his face only inches from hers.
She wasn’t sure exactly what he was asking but she answered him anyway. Her whole body was shaking—from the force of his motion now since she couldn’t do much pumping in her present position—and her vision was starting to glaze over again.
“Yeah,” she gasped, “Gonna come. Again. Oh God!”
His thrusting intensified even more—so hard now the bed squeaked even more loudly. His grunts grew even more animalistic, guttural sounds that turned her on more than she could begin to understand.
She huffed out choppy little sounds as the agonizing pressure in her pussy finally peaked.
She buried her face in the bedding to smother her scream of release as her pussy clenched around his cock.
She was conscious of his pelvis jerking clumsily against her bottom and she heard a rough sound as he came as well. But she couldn’t think of anything except the pulsing waves of pleasure, radiating from her center to saturate her body.
They left her feeling drained, exhausted, hot and deliciously satisfied.
And really, really embarrassed.
52
Hold
She could feel Cain panting above her but she couldn’t bring herself to turn her head to meet his eyes immediately.
After a minute, he asked, “Okay?”
The gruff question made her able to unbury her head and look up at him. He was pulling his cock out of her pussy with a sloppy wet sound.
“Yeah,” she said with a faint smile. It was nice of him to ask—even in such an abrupt way. “That was pretty good.”
The corner of his mouth twitched up. “Yeah. Pretty good.”
The irony in his voice made her snicker a little and she felt better as she curled up on the bed, trying to hide her body as best she could from whomever happened to be outside.
Cain got up, pulling up his pants and walking back toward the bathroom. When he returned, he looked normal again. He’d even pulled his t-shirt back on.
“So what are you going to do now?” she asked, curious about what else there was to do to pass the time in his cell.
He arched one eyebrow and gestured toward the fork he’d retrieved on their outing earlier. “What do you think?”
She frowned at his curt tone but watched as he went back over to the machine he was putting together out of scavenged parts.
“Oh.”
“Where do you get all that stuff anyway?” she asked after a long silence.
Still focused on his work, Cain didn’t glance over as he answered. “You saw me.”‘
“I know you get them from around the Hold. But how did they get here? Surely prisoners aren’t allowed to bring wire and gears and all that with them.”
He didn’t respond immediately and for a minute Riana didn’t think he was gong to reply at all. Then he said slowly,
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