Page 30 of The Way We Rot
I just didn’t know whether it would be the fun kind.
Fourteen
Penny
Waking up to a CO pinning you down was never a fun time, meant you’d messed up in some way, forgotten to hide something, or been found out breaking the rules. Being woken up in prison byanyonejumping on you was a nightmare.
But with CO Darling’s thighs bracketing my body, his heavy weight crushing me just enough, I knew I had him. He was thinking about me, risking things, changing plans. I gave him a wicked grin, and his hand snaked up my throat to my chin, squeezing. Meek. I needed to be meek. Submissive. His touch so close to my throat freaked me out, but I held it in.
Why was that so damn hard?
Even though he didn’t bring out the same fear in me, the same violent reaction that other men did – which was something to consider in itself – I still couldn’t let myself sink for him.Not truly.
His touch twisted me up inside. I craved it, hated it all at once.
“What do you think you’re smiling at?” he growled, his eyes so dark in this lack of light. He was a shadow above me, a sleep demon, a feral, wicked thing come to ruin me and all my goodness. What little of it I had, anyway.
“You,” I told him. “You came to see me.”
“I came to hurt you.”
A shiver rippled through me, excitement or fear?
“Then do it,” I whispered, straining up, noting how much closer he was getting to my face, leaning down. With slowness I moved, without him even realizing we were almost nose to nose. I pushed up and kissed him on the mouth, a quick peck, and he threw himself away with a grunt. He removed himself all the way to the door, and I thought for a second he was about to leave.
After all that fuss.
“If we’re going to do this,” he muttered, striding back over. “You’re going to follow everything I say.”
“And what if I don’t?” I sat up, sliding my legs over the edge of the bed. “What if I make you do whatIsay?” I was playing with fire; he was in no mood. But those were often the best ones to toy with.
“Penelope Karner, you will take whatever I give you and be grateful, or—” He halted his words.
“Or what?” I asked, tilting my head. There was that power again. The power he had over me, physically with his strength, and with his role in my life. It was Adrian who could snatch things away from me, tell lies and have me locked away even more than I already was.
I studied him for a moment, waiting for his response, eager for it; the lies, the demands, any of it… what would it take for a man like him to commit sin for me?
“Or I’ll have to hurt you, push you, show you exactly who is in control in this situation,ruinyou, little killer.”
And there it was. What he needed from me to fall.
“Tell me what to do,” I whispered.
If possible, his eyes darkened more, and his hand moved to his crotch, giving his dick a good squeeze as he rested on the door, the handle so close to his free hand, like he might run any second. “We going todo this?” he asked. His voice had an edge, the pain of restraint.
I nodded, forcing myself into the docile little lamb box he wanted from me. I even nibbled at my lip, widened my eyes. He was on the verge of falling for it; I just knew.
“Then remove your clothes, give them to me.” He held out an expectant hand, relenting at last.
It really didn’t take long to strip out of prison wear, and in a few short moves, he had my clothes in his grasp, my dignity. He let the fabric drop to his feet.
“Now come here,” he demanded. I walked on bare feet to him, having backed away in all my nakedness. His eyes scanned me from head to toe as I moved, slow and careful, like he was a wild animal I needed to appease.
And in a lot of ways, he was.
I stopped within touching distance of him, expecting him to grab me or force me to my knees, but he slipped his hand into his back pocket and pulled out another soda bottle. This one was Fanta, and again, it swam with a milky fluid at the bottom.
“Quite the sweet tooth you have,” I commented, my eyes on the bottle.
