Page 79 of Condemned

If not for this she’d be over there, asking for something that would shame her.

At least they were silent, mostly, only occasionally rattling the bars or calling her to come to them.

Ignore, ignore. Let them ejaculate in their pants.

She was half sure she’d said three thousand and eleven several times before she moved on. They’d come for her, her mauleons. They had to, or she’d be rubbing her ass up against the bars and begging for something inside her, something more than this finger.

That excruciating picture strengthened her. Never. She would never fall that far.

Some disgusting amount of time later, at last, finally... something happened.

Was it a murmur from the crowd that she dared not look at, or the changing shadows?

The shuffling of feet, the difference in the sounds as if the room was emptier, then the turn of a key in the lock and the slide of the door—all those made her want to look.

Afraid, she lifted her head.

Only one mauleon stood there and he held a key that swung from his fingers.

Takk.

She gasped a sob of relief. He wasn’t one of hers, but... there was something new about his scent. She raised her head and found herself sniffing. Which was so not her normal way of saying hi.

She shuffled onto her knees. The heavy chain links chinked as they slid across her thighs. Thankfully her finger was no longer where it had been for so many hours.

They must leave this place.

Her gaze wandered down his body. The shape in his pants drew her more than any exit and a tremor stirred her.

Her mouth twisted in disgust. No, surely not him? Takk had always been condescending, as if she were beneath his level. She couldn’t want him. He’d fucked her and she’d enjoyed it but not craved more. Not really.

Yet she recognized the ache in her breasts, the feel of new moisture leaking from her already swollen lips. She was responding, engorging, as if she might fuck him.

Desiring the guards had been bad enough.

He arrived before her, had been walking over while she’d been smacking down her lustful thoughts.

“I see you, Avalon.”

The shock of his voice traveled through her explosively, enough to jolt this moment into somewhere outside time and place. It’s just Takk. She licked her lips.

And here she was on her knees and nude, and in chains. It wasn’t as if she could run. The entire situation rang with succulent, delicious danger.

“Mmm.” She berated herself. Stop fucking him with your eyes. “You have a key. We can leave?”

Stop thinking about lifting his shirt and kissing down his stomach, and then licking along his length until... She squeezed shut her betraying eyes.

“We’re fine, girl. We can leave when we want to. The temple accepted a small offer of compensation. We paid. You’re an expensive little thing. They don’t want you anymore.” He drawled that with added grit, sounding amused and resolute. His finger brushed down her nose to her lips and she snapped open her eyes. “But I do.”

Then he went to one knee. It strengthened his scent. That beckoning scent.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Take a deep breath and exhale, slowly.