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“Oh, yes!” I say warmly, despite the cold, icky feeling in my gut. “You’re behaving, and that makes me very happy.”
The grown man moans in delight, rubbing his cheek against the top of my foot lovingly. I fight the impulse to snatch it away.
“I’m Mommy’s good boy.”
I scream…inside my head.
“Yep. You sure are.”
Niles would have a plethora of terrible jokes and comments at this very moment. Thank goodness he isn’t here.
“You know what would make me really happy?” I ask.
The captain gazes at me with an eagerness to please.
Okay, I have to do this part delicately. If I step out of line, he’ll know. He’ll figure it out.
“Tucking you into bed, kissing you good night, and reading you a bedtime story!”
To my horror, he starts grinding against me, nodding as he pants.
“Would you like me to talk you through it? So you can close your eyes, and we can pretend like it’s really happening?” I add, watching his expression hesitantly.
Captain Roxal nearly gasps, like no one has ever presented this incredible idea to him before. “Yes.”
“You’re able to return home on leave from the prison, walking through the doors, you see…” I prompt him to fill in the blank.
“The caged tunnel that leads through the courtyard,” he murmurs, nuzzling into my neck.
My skin crawls with invisible spiders in the space where his warmth mingles with my own. I need to pull this information without setting off any alarms, but at this point, I’m desperate to get the hell away from him.
“And as you walk through that tunnel, what do you see?”
The captain stiffens, and I immediately try to rectify my obvious prying. “Walk me through your day, sweet boy.”
He settles back against me. “The swamp dawpers. They surround the cage perimeters until I leave, passing through the stone wall.”
I don’t bother asking the size of that stone wall. If it’s surrounding the courtyard, it must be fairly large.
“Once I get home, will you put me to bed, Mommy?” Captain Roxal licks my neck, growing far more impatient.
“Mommy?” A thundering voice ricochets off the stone walls. “Have I died and gone to hell?”
I hop off the captain’s lap, my alarmed gaze shooting to Dessin’s broad, deadly frame blocking the doorway.
“Uh oh,” I breathe, cringing at the scene I know is about to play out.
“Yeah. Uh oh,” Dessin replies with iced-over indignation. His dark-mahogany irises shoot to the captain, then falling to the standing erection in his leather pants.
“Out, inmate! I’ll have your fucking legs chopped off for walking in on this session!”
“Is that so?” Dessin unleashes a slow, cunning smile. “Then, before I’m maimed in front of an audience, tell me, did you have your hands on my girl?”
The captain smirks back. “And my dick pressed against her—”
I don’t see Dessin lunge across the room, only the aftermath of his foot pressed against the captain’s gulping throat. The sweaty, pierced man gapes up at Patient Thirteen from the floor.
“Mine. I. Don’t. Share,” he growls, a quick slaughter burning hot in his eyes. “I should cut your eyes out for even looking.”
