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Need and determination awaken within me. What I’m contemplating is insane, but God, aren’t I caught up in the most insane situation imaginable?
I…I can’t go out like this.
If monsters are going to tear into me a handful of minutes from now, to take what isn’t freely offered, maybe I can do something about that?
Do something for me!
Slowly, I raise my head from Monroe’s shoulder.
He’s staring at me in that fixated way that says I’m the most fascinating thing he’s seen in a long time. Maybe ever?
My heart thumps wildly in my chest as I lick my lower lip, gathering the courage to make my insane request.
But maybe it’s not that insane?
I move my hips tentatively and he hisses in response. The arms around me constrict before he consciously loosens his hold. “Kitty, what is it?”
Oh God, his voice is so gentle, my throat clogs.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he pushes.
I shake my head. “I…nothing, it’s just, I have an insane request and you have every right to say no but…” His face goes blurry and I blink away the tears prickling my eyes. “I want you to f-fuck me, Monroe.”
* * *
Monroe
“What?” My hearing is playing tricks on me.
Because I could’ve sworn she said…
No, she’s clearly in the throes of shock and terror and didn’t mean that.
My belly clenches as fat tears fill her eyes. The body held close to mine trembles and I want to roar with fury at her distress.
“Baby, talk to me, please. Tell me what’s wrong?”
Blue eyes cling to mine. “I’m…I’m a virgin. I’ve never… If those men get in here, and…and…” Tears spill and I can’t brush them away fast enough. I want to rip off the heads of every inmate out there responsible for making her afraid. “I don’t want my first time to be by force, with monsters,” she wails.
Her arms spasm around me, her body writhing as she clings tighter.
She’s a virgin.
Sweet holy fuck. The primal delight and hunger tearing through me defies definition. And I’m a complete bastard because I like her body plastered like this against mine. Even in fear.
But holding her close, keeping her fear from escalating and silently vowing to murder anyone who even looks at her wrong is one thing.
Doing what she’s asking…
Giving in and sinking into her sublime, untouched body. Not to mention doing it here, in this filthy place when she deserves Egyptian cotton sheets, flowers, pampered words and a goddamn ring on her finger before I even so much as steal a kiss?
I shake my head, weighted down with regret. “Kitty, no?—”
“You want me, I know you do,” she interrupts me frantically, her eager gaze searching mine.
At the back of my mind I note there’s less fear, more determination in her beautiful eyes now. My girl is fierce when she wants something, and a large chunk of me is proud of her for going after what she wants.
But still….
