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The interaction grabs the attention of our table. They look back and forth between the two of us.
“I thought you might have more to say now that we’re in prison and only have each other to speak to.”
Dessin’s dark gaze slides toward Marilynn suspiciously.
She shrugs, though the movement is laced with irritation, twisting her wet hair between her fingers. “I’ve lived a pretty isolated life. Talking isn’t a strength of mine.”
“Weird. I love to talk,” Niles interrupts. “And can I just say how hungry I am?”
“We’re in this situation because you opened your mouth, Niles.” Ruth shifts in her seat, adjusting her shredded leotard in hopes of covering more skin.
Warrose leans across the table toward Dessin. “You don’t think they’ll try to starve us out, do you?”
“No.” Dessin shakes his head. “We’re too valuable to the Mazonist Brothers. They’d never let us die in here.”
But they can certainly make us think we’re going to die.
I reach under the table, caressing my hand over Dessin’s thigh. He sighs in response. The tension clouding his vision and furrowing his brow begins to dissipate. I want to sit on his lap, run my hands through his hair, kiss his sharp jawline, and bring him out of this bad mood.
But with this many eyes on us, I’ll have to settle for—
With the speed of a viper, his hand snatches mine, gripping my palm and my fingers, swallowing them whole in his massiveness. My entire body relaxes. Warmth radiates from his skin, tingling up my wrist and into my arm.
I didn’t realize how much I needed his touch. How much I needed to be close to him. But that’s our weakness, isn’t it? We need each other. The way we need air to fill our lungs.
“How is everyone handling our recent events in the inner world?” I ask him quietly while everyone else discusses the smell that’s coming from the kitchen.
Dessin peeks at me from the corner of his eye. “Not great.”
“And Kane?”
He shakes his head.
“Because of—Kaspias?”
His throat bobs in response.
I squeeze his hand. God, I wish I could talk to Kane now. He needs to know I’m here for him. He’s probably confused and devastated that his twin brother has been alive this entire time. And even worse—he’s been here, in Vexamen.
“We’re going to get out of here,” I assure him. “This is just—another adventure. No, actually, it’s another game.”
“Oh?”
An idea illuminates my thoughts. “Let’s make it interesting, shall we? Your part of the game is to map out an escape route. Mine is to free us from whatever they put in our ears.”
“And what do I get if I find our escape route first?”
“What do you want?”
He leans in, lips brushing my ear. “I want to fuck you in your cage. I want you to hold on to the bars while I wrap your legs around my hips and pound my cock into you so hard that the entire prison hears you screaming my name.”
A jolt of pleasure rushes to my inner thighs, and my clit throbs with heat. It’s all I can do not to moan right here at his words.
“Deal,” I say too quickly.
“And what shall I give you if you win, baby?” His mouth is still hot and breathy against my ear, sending chills racing down my spine.
I think about this a moment. “When this is all over. When the war has ended…” I trail off, unsure if I should even say it.
