Page 14 of Vicious Luna

The bluish gel reeks like cheap cologne, but I still squeeze a glob onto my hands and work it up into a lather, rubbing it all over my body and through my hair. The color of it reminds me of the prank I played on Madd. That memory feels so distant now, like it was years ago instead of weeks.

Will I ever see my twin again?

Choking back my emotion, I spin around beneath the shower spray to rinse off, my eyes catching on Cam still standing guard at the door.

He’s eating me up with his gaze, those dark eyes clouded with unmistakable lust as they tour my body. Then they snap up to meet mine and he quickly schools his expression, trying to appear bored, but the way he subtly reaches down to adjust the bulge in the front of his tight jeans tells a very different story.

Holy shit.

I’ve been going about this whole thing the wrong way, completely missing what’s been right in front of my face. Cam may hate me, but he alsowantsme, and that’s something I can work with.

I’m a sexually charged person. Flirting comes so easily to me that I don’t even realize I’m doing it half the time. I’m not above using my sexuality to my advantage if it can aid my escape- and, if I’m being honest, fucking Cam wouldn’t exactly be torture. He’s so damn gorgeous that it’s criminal, even if heisthe enemy.

I don’t need to incredible Hulk the walls down to get out of here. I just need to lay a little honey trap.

“Like what you see?” I purr, running my hands down the front of my body and cupping my full breasts.

Cam’s eyes snap back to mine, positively smoldering.

Got him.

My lips curl in a smirk as I arch my back, shifting beneath the shower spray. I close my eyes as the water runs over my body, stroking my hands over my hair, then step forward again, blinking the water from my eyelashes as I open them.

Cam’s still standing tensely in front of the door, glaring at me with a heady mix of rage and desire. “What the fuck are you doing?” he growls menacingly, the gravelly sound of his voice sending a ripple of excitement through me.

I bite back a grin as I slide a hand down my belly. “Isn’t it obvious?” I tease, moving my hand lower, pushing between my legs…

My little show is cut short when Cam charges toward me- but instead of jumping my bones, he hauls me up and tosses me over his shoulder in a fireman carry. My world flips upside-down as he whirls around and stomps out of the bathroom, his clothes half-soaked and the soles of his boots squeaking against the tile.

He carries me straight back to my cell, storming inside and throwing me down onto the cot. As soon as my back hits the shoddy excuse for a mattress, he comes down on top of me, bracing himself with his arms on either side of my head and lowering his face down until it’s inches from my own.

“Don’t ever try that shit again, you hear me?” he snarls, dark eyes boring into mine.

Oh fuck,therehe is. TherealCam, not the bored, aloof mask he puts on to deal with his captive. And as angry and threatening as he’s trying to be right now, the hard press of his erection against my thigh says otherwise. Helikesthis, and damnit if the shower isn’t the only thing that’s got me wet.

My breath stutters as I stare up at him, somehow both terrified and turned on. His tattooed forearms bracket my head, his honey-brown skin glistening with moisture from the shower that makes his ink stand out even more. The weight of his body against my hips sends a flood of heat rushing to my core, my heart racing faster.

“Or what?” I ask breathily, arching a brow in challenge. “You already have me in a cage.”

I shift my hips, purposefully rubbing against his crotch, and he jerks back like he’s been slapped, shoving off the cot and stumbling to his feet.

He levels me with a cold glare, the fire that was in his eyes before now completely extinguished. Licking his lips, he drops his voice to a dangerously low decibel. “Or the floor of this cell is gonna be stained just as red as the other one, and the boys’ll have another body to bury.”

My blood turns to ice in my veins, my own flames doused in an instant.

Tommy’s dead.I already knew he was, but the confirmation in hearing it out loud is horrifying.

Before I can react, Cam turns around and storms out of the cell, grabbing the clothes and towel from the chair and stepping back into the doorway to throw them at me. I bat them out of the air before they can hit me in the face, jumping up as he swings the cell door closed and turns the key in the lock.

“You’re a fucking murderer!” I shriek, charging toward him.

Even though I’m still butt naked, he doesn’t spare me another glance. He just turns around and leaves, heading for the stairs and beginning his ascent.

I grip the bars, shaking them as hard as I can while I fight back the tears building behind my eyes. “Let me out!” I scream shrilly, a stray tear slipping free and sliding down my cheek.

The lights go out overhead and the door at the top of the stairs slams.

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