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I really need to know. It’s my only stimulation right now.
I’ve even considered putting the armchair on the bed and climbing up to find out, because there’s literally nothing else to do.
Prison Warden Maddox, as I now refer to him, hasn’t provided any books or a TV. And I don’t have my phone.
Obviously.
All I do is stare at the walls and ceilings, seeking out mental stimulation until he brings me my next meal. Now, I know he is watching me from the cameras he’s placed inside this room, and that’s creepy as hell.
Who else is watching me?
The big question is, did he want me to know that he was watching me? Otherwise, why leave them on so I could see? I don’t imagine a man like Maddox makes mistakes.
Are they for my safety, or does he like to watch?
I’m not dead, Kyra. You’re a fucking gorgeous woman.
He seemed annoyed by that fact and my fumbled efforts to seduce him. I admit, it was pretty terrible, but you can’t just steal people from their homes and use them for whatever fucked-up reason.
God knows his motivations; he won’t tell me.
I climb off the bed and glance around the room, searching for the cameras. Maddox might have all the power right now, but let’s face it, most men’s weakness is hanging between their legs, so I’m going to use his obvious attraction to me.
Even if he does deny it.
He thinks I’m a pathetic heiress, so who am I to prove him wrong? I unzip the hoodie I’m wearing and toss it on the bed. Then remove my jeans, panties, T-shirt, and bra.
God this is humiliating.
Maddox has already seen me naked, so I swallow my pride and focus on getting under his skin and hopefully out of this prison cell.
I spend the next hour wandering between the bathroom and the bedroom pretending to be busy doing something—which I’m not, there is nothingtodo—in my birthday suit.
I do some yoga stretches, skipping the downward dog, and then eventually wander to the window to gaze out into the world.
Is anyone looking for me? Has Maddox told anyone I’m here? What about the men whose voices I heard?
Does he have a girlfriend?
Yes, I noticed your tits, and yes, I would probably want to fuck you under different circumstances.
My nipples harden as I close my eyes and imagine a different ending to last night’s meal. One where I let myself admit how attracted I am to the strikingly handsome man.
Maddox stands and sweeps our meals off the dining table in my fantasy, then pulls me into his arms, kissing me with raw passion.
A moan escapes me as I hear his deep growl in my mind.
Maybe it’s because I’m naked. Maybe it’s because the thought of his enormous body wrapped around mine has me shivering and clenching my core. The way he currently glowers at me like a predator who is playing with his prey tells me my fantasy isn’t wrong. That he would be rough, demanding, and make me feel the kind of pleasure I can barely imagine.
Part of me wants to be his prey and for him to eat me up until I scream.
Oh, god.
Would he rip up my dress in this fantasy of mine and tear my panties off?
Yes.
My own hand slides around my thigh and slips between my legs. Another moan escapes as my fingers find their way into my delicate flesh.