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I’ll deal with him tomorrow.
I stand against Theo’s cell, gripping tightly onto the bars, and to my surprise, her soft eyes find mine.
She’s sat up on her mattress, legs crossed, just quietly staring into the dark.
It’s like she was waiting for me. Like she knew I’d come.
I’m caught between worrying about why she isn’t asleep and wanting to yank her hair back and punish her for letting Puck watch something so intimate. Something that should’ve been mine.
Slowly standing up, never taking her eyes off mine, she saunters over to me and stands almost up against the bars and all over again I’m fuming that I left the keys in the study so there’s no way of me getting to her. I didn’t think this through. She crosses her arms over her chest as she stares me down.
“What do you want, King?” she whispers.
I grind my teeth together at the sight of her buried under her jumpsuit. I haven’t been able to get her body out of my mind since I stripped her, and now someone else has seen her with fresh eyes, so I say the only logical thing that comes to mind.
“Strip,” I reply quietly, déjà vu from a couple days ago resurfacing. She laughs at me, walking closer to the bars. She’s just a breath away and I could reach out and grab her if I wanted to. And fuck do I want to.
“Can’t handle another man’s eyes on me, King?” she teases, connecting the dots as to why I’m here. The more she says my name, the harder my dick gets.
“You don’t need another man’s eyes on you, sweetheart,” I growl, seeing her squirm slightly.
“I liked it,” she admits, shrugging her shoulders with a ghost of a smile before turning away.
But I’m quicker.
I grab her arm and slam her back against the bars. A loud echoing sound fills the prison, but I’m done caring.
My hand finds her throat, my palm now familiar with the position as Theo’s back presses up against the bars and as much of me as I can fit through them. She extends her neck again, giving me more access to splay my fingers around her throat.
Her pulse quickens, her breath stutters, and I don’t miss the tip of her tongue peeking out to wet her lips. I flex my fingers on her neck, loving the feel of her at my complete mercy and through the bars, I look down at her hidden body and the urge to have her naked again wins out.
She doesn’t fight me as my other hand moves up her side, over her breast as I grab hold of the zipper at the top of her jumpsuit.
“You liked it, did you?” I murmur, as I slowly pull it down, exposing her skin, the descent of the zipper loud in the silence.
“Mhmm,” she mumbles, watching what I’m doing.
“Did you want him to touch you?” I whisper in her ear as the zipper hits the end at her crotch and there’s nowhere else for it to go. Her body is completely exposed to me, her breasts round and her nipples hard. I can’t see much further down because of the bars between us, but I can remember what her pussy looked like. I’ll never forget it.
“Yes,” she whispers to my question. I know she isn’t thinking about Puck now, but I can’t help but play into the fantasy.
“Did you want him to touch you like this?” I ask as I glide a finger around the curve of her breast and lightly over her nipple, following the actions with the other. She breathes heavily, her nipples pebbling further, and her stomach sucks in on a small gasp as my finger travels lower.
I slowly slide in between her folds, my finger instantly feeling the warmth and wetness that’s coating her between her legs. She moans as my finger spreads her wetness around, rubbing over her clit in soft circles.
“He can’t touch you like I can, sweetheart,” I whisper into her ear.
After a few more strokes of her clit, I pull my hand away from her heat and hold it out in front of her, my finger glistening with her.
“Take off my rings.”
She hesitates a moment and I tighten the hand clamped around her neck. She whimpers and then her hands find mine and she slowly, one by one, pulls my rings off my fingers and holds them tightly in a fist.
I return my hand back between her legs and continue teasing her. Slowly, my fingers travel lower, my thumb still playing with her clit, whilst my middle finger rests impatiently at her entrance.
“Who can touch you like this? Like I can?” I whisper again, speeding up my thumb, flicking her nub as her breathing quickens. I tighten my hand around her neck again at her lack of response.
“Who can touch you like I can, Theodora?” I growl.
