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His chest shakes, its vibrations rumbling against my back.
My eyes widen. “Are you laughing?”
“No,” he says, his voice light. “Are you jealous?”
“You’re mine.” I thrash within his arms, desperate for him to release his grip.
We tussle in the back seat, with Roman’s hands wandering over my body, squeezing and groping at every opportunity. My rage mounts, and my skin breaks out in a sweat. I’m trying to break free and tell his prison bitch to back off, and Roman seems to think this is a game.
This is infuriating. He’s stronger, faster, with infinite amounts of stamina. I can’t fucking win.
“Why are you so mad?” he asks, still chuckling. “It wasn’t cheating.”
“This isn’t a joke,” I yell. “Would it be so funny if the guard was male and the prisoner was female? If some poor woman was masturbating in private, and a male officer entered like it was an invitation?”
Roman sobers, and his grip around my body loosens.
He might be finally understanding the situation.
“Answer this question truthfully,” I say, my voice breaking. “Would you be interested in her if she approached you at your club?”
“This isn’t the same.”
“Because you’re a man? How is it different if she was the one with all the power?”
“It’s different, baby. Nothing like what you’re thinking. You weren’t there.”
“What do you think happened when I was Jim’s prisoner? Same fucking thing that happened to you, and now she’s coming back for more. You protected me from that bastard. Let me do the same for you.”
He sighs. “Believe it or not, she kept me sane.”
“With fellatio?” My voice wavers.
“I was strong on the outside, but on the inside, I was losing hope. They let me have visits every day, but there were limits on what I could do to stop the family from crumbling.”
My muscles weaken, and I slump against his chest. “You must have felt powerless.”
“For the few minutes each day when she sucked me off, all I concentrated on was that hot mouth around my cock,” he murmurs. “I could close my eyes and imagine I was somewhere else, then afterward dine on a breakfast cooked with Sofia’s love.”
My throat swells. I wouldn’t last a day in a cell. Nothing and nobody could compensate for the terror of being confined.
“Sorry. I can’t even imagine what you suffered.”
“And I’m sorry for not taking you seriously,” he rasps. “Being trapped by that asshole had to be hell.”
He kisses my temple, and we fall silent for several moments. Maybe I was projecting. If I had been in that prison and an officer came into my room for sexual contact… I don’t want to dredge up all that shit I went through with Jim.
“You must have talked,” I say. “Did she ever ask for a future?”
His hug tightens. “There’s only one future for a man on death row.”
Realization hits me like acid. Heat rushes to my eyes and I close them before they produce tears. “That’s so… I can’t believe you’re still functioning.”
“The day I was exonerated, she asked me not to be a stranger. She’s still getting paid to be a mule.”
“She wants a relationship,” I mutter.
“What I had with her was strictly business,” he says.
