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was the most precious thing to him, gently stretching me. He had an awestruck look, as if this was our first time. Holding still, letting me adjust to his size, his mouth descended on mine, his demanding tongue plunging in. A submissive type of neediness consumed me as I sucked his tongue greedily, whimpering. Long moments later, my hips tilted, my body asking him to move. He drew back, watching my face as he pulled out slowly.

“Missed this so fucking much,” he groaned. Then he slammed into me hard, sinking all the way in once again.

The sensation of him stretching me open, completely filling me, was overwhelming. He ground into me hard, trying to get deeper. I felt something bubbling inside me, warming me, consuming me. It was emotional. Intense. I felt possessed. By him. But it felt…right.

He kissed me softly. Tenderly. His lips slowly dragging over mine. “Fuck, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered, fingertips trailing along my jaw. His gaze met mine again as he started moving, angling his hips, hitting that perfect place inside of me. My head pushed against the shower wall as pleasure raced through every vein in my body.

His hips continued to move, his groans and my screams filling the room. He didn’t slow his brutal pace, and he buried his head in the crook of my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there.

I was overloaded with sensation, and he wasn’t finished yet.

He didn’t finish for a long, long time.

And the water stayed hot the entire time.

Chapter 11

Selena

There was something to be said about how much my social life had boomed since arriving in Nightmare Penitentiary, and how sad my life had been beforehand.

I walked away from the mess hall from my morning shift, the whole time thinking about how close I’d come to dying again. How lucky I had been that Alaric found and saved me. My mind filled with images of us in the showroom, and a tingle raced down my spine. But there was no time to become complacent when I had a ghost trying to kill me.

I had every intention of spying on the guys and uncovering their secrets, except with everything of late, I no longer wanted to be alone. Tensing, I kept walking, figuring I’d have to track down Alaric and see if he’s had any luck in tracking down the trinket to eliminate the ghost.

The main hallway was a wide space, and yet there were people everywhere, chatting and pushing past, meaning I wove around them. Even the great centaur made himself comfortable, sitting down with others in the area, blocking a huge section of the hallway. I noted everyone gave him a wide berth, and I did the same.

I took the steps up to the next floor when I spotted Keon standing with his back to me, leaning a bent arm against the metal railing. His dark guard’s uniform fit his strong physique perfectly, following the muscles in his back, the firmness of his ass, the hardness of his thighs. Keon was talking to my little friend, the brown mouse. I couldn’t hear the words, but his mouth moved and the critter looked up at him as if understanding.

How strange. Curiosity pushed me forward, and I approached them. Keon placed the mouse on the floor, and the little thing scrambled away.

He straightened, glancing over and meeting my gaze. The corners of his mouth curled upward, his spectacular green eyes glinting at seeing me. What I found strange was he didn’t have a hint of a bruise or cut on his face, and I’d just seen him the day before in a brutal fight.

“How are you?” he asked, his voice confident and his posture just as broad and powerful. Yellow light filtering in from fluorescent lights stole the shadows from across his face. Something about his clean face with a whisper of growth across his jawline reminded me of the first time I picked him up at the bar. I’d fallen for his charm from the beginning, and the allure between us only strengthened, despite everything we’d been through.

“Been better,” I admitted, then changed the topic, not ready to talk about me. “Is the mouse your pet? He visits me often.”

“He’s a funny little thing, and you know, he does the rounds, visiting as many of the prisoners as he can. If you ask him for something, sometimes he understands and will bring it to you.”

“Really?” Thoughts speared through my mind of all