The Inmates Obsession by Alexa Riley
Chapter Six
Kai
If I’m going to die for being at this table with Sienna, I might as well do the things I want with her while I’m at it. She throws a quick glance around the room, but no one is watching. We’re in the corner away from the view of the guards, in the same spot where I protected her. I kept her safe from everyone else. Now there’s no one to keep her safe from me.
“Don’t look at them,” I say, my voice rough. “Keep your eyes on me.” She does as I say, her soft brown eyes coming to meet mine.
With one hand I hold her wrist, and with the other I unfasten the front of my jumpsuit. I watch her eyes dilate as I pull my cock out and bring her hand to it. Her mouth opens as her fingers test the length and girth. She can’t see it under the table, but she gasps when she finally finds the end of it.
“Kai,” she says softly and squeezes my cock.
“Stroke it up and down,” I tell her, widening my knees. “It won’t take long.”
Having a private cell has a lot of advantages, but the main one is that I can jerk off in private. She said she’s been dreaming about me, but she’s not the only one. I’ve fantasized about every way I could put my dick in her, and then dreamed about holding her at night. I imagined her lush curves and round belly in a bikini on the beach, the scent of plumeria all around her. I don’t know what it is, but she has me consumed with thoughts of her. I’ve never experienced something like this. The need for one certain woman and nothing else.
“You’ve never had a man before,” I grunt when she makes one long stroke and swipes at the cum on the end of my cock.
“Um, no,” she admits and licks her lips.
“You stay under lock and key, don’t you?” My eyes are hooded when she gets to the base of my cock and can hardly get her hand around it. I can practically smell how tight that pussy is and how good it’s going to feel breaking her in.
She nods and glances around again.
“Eyes on me,” I order, and she complies.
The room isn’t crowded, and none of the inmates are facing this way. The table is big enough that someone in the distance can’t see under it, but if someone was staring at us for a long time, they’d be able to figure out what we were doing. The guards in here aren’t the king’s, so they won’t be watching Sienna like a hawk. It might be the only time I’ll ever get with her, and I want to make the most of it.
“Spread your legs and pull your skirt up.” This time she doesn’t look around, just opens her knees and pulls the end of the dress to the top of her thighs. “More,” I say, and she hesitates before lifting it and showing me her pretty panties.
Her hand dips low again and squeezes, making more cum leak from the tip.
“Pull them to the side,” I order, and I see the wet spot on them growing. She likes me telling her what to do. Fuck, I wish I could kiss her and then lick up that little wet spot.
Her fingers tremble as she grabs the edge of the cotton and slowly peels it back. She’s got a little patch of hair covering her lower lips, and I watch as she spreads them without being asked to do it.
When I see the pink on the inside, I point my cock straight at her pussy and cum. It leaves me in a rush and splatters all over her pussy and the insides of her thighs. If she’s disgusted by this, she doesn’t act like it. In fact, she rolls her hips forward like she’s seeking more of it.
Her hand leaves my cock and goes to her pussy, where she uses her fingers to rub it in. I tuck my dick back in my jumpsuit as she lets go of her panties and closes her legs. After she pulls her dress down, I take her wrist again and bring it to my mouth, quickly sucking off the taste of her before one of the guards sees me.
“Kai,” she whispers, and I sit up straight as the clock chimes.
Our time is up, and I see disappointment in her eyes which has to mirror my own. “I need to see you again,” I say, knowing this is a fucking bad idea.
I should count myself lucky that I got this treat from her today and pray the king doesn’t find out. This puts both of us in jeopardy, as well as the plan that I’ve worked years to get in place. I should do all of those things, but I can’t. Maybe this is the end for me, and I’ll have to deal with what comes. But Sienna is worth it. She’s worth dying for. I can feel it in me. I understand now what my father was talking about when he found Mom.
“Listen,” I tell her as we stand up to say goodbye, “that number you gave me, is it secure?”
“Umm, I mean, yeah on my side. But if you call from here, they’ll be recording it.”
“I know, but what I mean is if there’s someone on your end recording. Can I call and not get you into trouble?”
Her eyes brighten at the thought, and she nods. “Yeah, it’s secure.”
I pull her against me and breathe in her scent, praying that it burns into my skin so I don’t lose it. It’s sweet like sunshine and summertime, and every muscle in my body relaxes at her touch. Well, every muscle except my dick.
“I don’t want to go,” she says against my chest, and I nod even though she can’t see me.
“I’m working on something,” I admit, even though I shouldn’t be telling her anything. “Just be safe and do what you’re told.”
Leaning down, I hold her face as I quickly brush my lips against hers. One day I’ll spend hours kissing her, but for now this has to be enough. After the second chime goes off, I release her and take a step back. My insides scream at me like I’ve taken away my life blood.
“When will I see you again?” she asks, and the way she rubs her legs together makes me think she’s already hoping for a repeat of today. That makes two of us.
“Tomorrow,” I answer, seeing the guards leading all the civilians out. “Come back tomorrow.”
She looks like she wants to say something, and I feel the same way. Somehow goodbye isn’t enough, but what can I do? Scream I love you as she leaves the prison? I want to, but that makes me sound fucking crazy, so I keep it to myself.
My dad told me one day I would find the woman I’d bring home to the island. How can that be possible when she’s the king's daughter? The queen can’t leave him unprotected, and I don’t know if they can both make it out of this unscathed.
When she’s out of the room and the metal door closes behind her, part of my heart leaves with her once again. Will she take all of it piece by piece? I’d gladly get on my knees and cut it out if that’s what she asked me to do.
There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her, and even though that should scare me, all it does is make me want to dig deeper into her.
