The Inmates Obsession by Alexa Riley
Chapter Five
Sienna
Standing in front of the mirror, I wonder what Kai will think of this dress. I tried to pick something out that made me seem older, but there aren’t a lot of dresses like that in my closet. It’s too late to try and order anything, and I’m not waiting.
Turning around, I check my backside to make sure the dress is covering all that it should. Especially the places where I’m bigger, like my butt and thighs. The soft pink dress is fitted at the top, and down to my waist. Thankfully it’s got a little stretch to it, and it’s fairly comfortable. There’s a sweetheart neckline, and it’s tied in the back with a bow. Everything I own seems young and immature, but it is what it is.
After what happened last time, I put on flats instead of heels. I know taller shoes would make me seem older and maybe slimmer, but with how crazy everything was last time, I don’t want to risk it.
A knock sounds at my bedroom door, and I hear Marco on the other side.
“Sienna, the car is ready.”
Marco doesn’t dare to enter my bedroom. None of the staff do if I’m in here, except for my dad or Margaret. The only time security can cross that threshold is if I’m in trouble.
I quickly put on some mascara and lip gloss before I grab a clip to pull my hair away from my face.
“Be a good boy while Mommy is gone.” I pick Tiger up and give him a kiss on the head.
The little kitten arrived a few days ago as a gift from my dad. He feels guilty about not letting me come and see him, and it’s eating him up. Tiger is a fuzzy orange ball of cuteness, and he almost makes up for my dad's rejection. Almost.
I put him on my bed before leaving my room and descending the stairs. Two guards step forward, one opening the double doors for me to exit. I go straight for the SUV and slide into the back seat. It doesn't take long until we’re on the road and heading toward the prison. It’s been over a week since my last visit, and I’m nervous.
Because today, I’m not going to see my dad. Not that anyone else needs to know that. That’s what they all think at least, and I’m going to keep on letting them think it. I still haven't gotten a response from the letter I sent Kai. I know Dad got his a few days ago, because he called me and told me so. After speaking to him, I took a shot in the dark and put in a request to visit Kai. The inmate has to approve the person visiting, so I was surprised when he did. I’d gotten an alert last night and made a plan from there.
I tap my fingers on my thighs the closer we get to the prison. I’m anxious and can’t help but imagine what Kai might say to me. I’m sure he’s wondering why the heck I asked to come see him, but he was curious enough to agree.
“If you’re nervous, Sienna, you don’t have to go. Your father would understand,” Marco says from beside me. He looks at my tapping fingers, and I stop.
“No, I’m fine. Just excited.”
“I’m sure your father will be happy to see you.” I only smile as a response.
Guilt starts to take over, because I hate lying to the men who are only trying to keep me safe. But I can’t help myself. There’s something pulling me to Kai, and although I’ve never gone against anything my dad has ever told me to do, I need to do this.
My heart starts to pound as we roll up to the gate. A few moments later the gates part to let us drive through. After we stop, Marco helps me out of the car but doesn't release my hand when my feet hit the ground.
“Be careful, Sienna,” he says and squeezes my hand.
“I will.” He releases me, and again guilt gnaws at my insides.
Marco has been an uncle to me since I was a little girl. But as I step forward, I realize the guilt isn't strong enough to make me turn around and get back into the SUV.
I’m immediately relieved when I enter to sign my paperwork and the jerk from before isn’t there. I’m guessing I’ve seen the last of him, and I’m thankful for it.
I get my usual pat-down before I’m led down the same long hallway, and my stomach tightens when they pull open the door. I don’t have to search for Kai. There’s no missing him even from across the room. The visitors’ center isn't as full today as it was last time, but he’d stand out even if it was packed. His eyes lock right on me, and I’m frozen in place.
“You going in?” the guard asks.
“Right,” I answer and scurry through the door.
He stands from his seat as I draw closer, and I'm overcome by his size. I remember him being big but not this big. It doesn’t stop my feet from moving closer, and when I’m in front of him, I wrap my arms around his waist and hold myself against his big body.
He stands rock solid for a long moment before he returns the hug. A peace falls over me for a moment, and I know I did the right thing coming here. Something brushes the top of my head and I hear him inhale as he presses his nose there. It’s not the only thing I feel, as something hard digs into my stomach. Heat rushes between my thighs as desire unlike anything I’ve ever known takes hold of my body. I try and pretend I don’t notice it when we break the hug.
He doesn’t say anything, but the way he’s looking at me says more than words could. I duck my head as I take a seat at the table. He doesn’t sit across from me, but instead takes the one to my right. Maybe it’s so people can’t hear what we’re saying, or maybe it’s because he wants to be closer to me. I hear the chair groan when he sits down, and for some crazy reason that only turns me on even more. God, he’s huge.
“Thank you for seeing me.” My mouth feels dry, and I’m unable to meet his eyes. Instead, I stare at his arms and the tattoos that cover his skin. My fingers itch to reach out and touch the designs, so I fold them together in my lap.
“What man would ever tell you no?”
When I lift my head finally to meet his gaze, those cold blue eyes pierce every part of me.
“I suppose…” I’m not sure what to say, so I look around at all the other visitors. “Do you get a lot of visitors?”
“No.” He pauses as he looks down at my mouth. “I can’t remember the last time I was with a woman.” There’s a long pause while my heart tries to beat out of my chest. “And never one as beautiful as you.” He presses his lips tight together like he didn’t mean to say that out loud.
Again I stare at his tattoos because those cold blue eyes are too intense.
“Are you going to tell me why you wanted to see me?” When I look up again, his gaze is stern. “I’m guessing your father doesn't know about this visit, which could get me killed.”
“Oh god,” I whisper, not realizing what I’ve done. “No, I didn’t tell him, but I will. I’ll talk to him.”
“Okay.” His leg brushes up against mine, and the simple act has my nipples tightening. I wonder if he feels this same pull to me or if it’s only in my head. “Tell me why you’re here.”
“I wanted to say thank you for what you did.”
“You said that already in your letter.” He’s stoic now, giving nothing away.
“So you got it?” He nods, and I try to hide my disappointment.
“Tell me why you’re really here.” His tone is firm as he issues the order.
“I needed to see you,” I admit in a rush. “I can’t stop thinking about you. God, I even dream of you.” I know my face is turning redder by the second, but I keep my eyes locked with his. What do I have to lose at this point? He either tells me to leave or he wants me to stay.
“You dream about me?” I nod as he leans in closer. “What do I do in your dreams?”
He’s so close I can feel the heat of his body. I clench my thighs together and wonder how he can affect me so much without even touching me.
“You do a lot of things,” I whisper.
“Be specific,” he says as he takes my hand and puts it under the table. “I want every detail.” He places my hand on his hard cock and pushes down. “Show me how thankful you really are.”
There’s no question as to what he wants, and I know I’ll do it. Honestly, I think I would give him anything he asked for, and that’s what terrifies me the most.