Page 19 of Vicious Luna
To be fair, it’s probably hardnotto look with the ridiculous way they’re bouncing right now. These idiots didn’t think to give me a bra and mine is likely still on the floor of the bathroom down the hall. After my shower, I was provided with a plain white t-shirt and a pair of black boxers, neither of which actually fit. The oversized shirt is like a dress on me, landing at my mid-thigh, and I had to roll the waistband of the boxers a half a dozen times to get them to fit snugly on my hips. Pretty sure the clothes belong to Cam. They smell like him.
Not that I’ve been sniffing this t-shirt embarrassingly often or anything.
I had to get creative with my attire once I decided I was going to do a circuit workout, so I folded up the hem of the shirt and secured it tightly around my chest so I wouldn’t knock myself out with a boob. Okay, maybe slightly exaggerating there, but they’re big enough to bounce excessively, and if his intense stare is anything to go by, then the warden hasdefinitelynoticed.
As if he suddenly realizes that he’s been staring, he deliberately looks away, stabbing his fingers through his dark curly hair as he strides toward my cell. I just keep right on jumping as if he’s not even here. As if Ididn’tjust catch him checking out my rack.
He toys with the keys in his hand as he approaches my cell door, sticking one in the lock and pausing before turning it. I clock him eyeing the tray on the ground, frowning before he glances up to meet my eyes. “You didn’t eat all your food,” he murmurs, a little crease forming between his brows and his expression tightening.
Guess that confirms I was right about the crackers.
“Trying to cut back on carbs,” I say flippantly, though it comes out breathy and stilted since I still haven’t paused my jumping jacks.
Cam’s jaw clenches, the muscle in it feathering. He stares at me pensively for a long moment, like he’s trying to work something out, but then he just shakes his head with a scowl. “Finish eating and I’ll take you for a shower.”
I stop jumping, panting as I raise an arm to wipe sweat from my brow. “Just dying to see me naked again, huh?” I scoff.
His eyes darken. “Don’t flatter yourself, beastie.”
Turning the key in the lock, he pushes open the cell door while I roll my eyes and snort a laugh. “Please. You want me so badly you can’t even stand it.”
I expect him to sling back some snide retort, but instead, he catches me off guard by stepping into my cell, stalking toward me with a predatory gleam in his eye. I’m so taken aback by his approach that I don’t even have time to process what’s happening before he’s backing me up into the rear wall, pinning me against it with his massive form and pressing a tattooed forearm firmly to my throat.
“You couldn’t be more wrong, yet here you are, throwing yourself at me again,” he growls, the low, gravelly tone of hisvoice giving me the good kind of shivers. “Could youbeany more desperate?”
My pussy is a damn traitor, because as hateful as this man is- as much as I loathe him and everything he stands for- the bitch has the nerve to get wet in response to that sexy ass voice of his and the weight of his hard body pressed against mine. And seriously, why the fuck does he have to smell so damn good? Maybe it’s just because he’s clean and I’m badly in need of another shower.Yeah, that’s it.
I roll my eyes again, trying my best to appear unaffected by him as I wet my lips with my tongue. I’m not even surprised when his smoldering gaze drops to my mouth before pinging back up to meet mine.
“Tell me, Luna, does your Alpha mate know what a slut you are?” he asks mockingly.
I laugh in his stupidly gorgeous face in response. I can’t help it; this moron really thinks I’m mated to mybrother.
Anger flashes in his eyes and he presses his forearm in tighter against my throat. “What’s so funny?”
“You’ve seen me naked! Do I look like I’m marked to you?” I cackle.
His brows furrow in confusion, his tight hold on me slipping. “Marked?”
I take advantage of his momentary puzzlement, planting my palms against his chest and shoving him away hard. “Yeah, dumbass. When wolf shifters mate, they mark one another. Did they leave that out of your ‘Shifter Hunting for Dummies’ manual?”
He takes a menacing step toward me, but I quickly react and jump sideways, recognizing this as a prime opportunity to get the hell out of dodge. The cell door’s wide open, so Cam’s big ass is the only thing standing between me and freedom right now.
Too bad he’s on me so fast that I can barely even blink.His burly arm locks around my waist as I go to dart past him for the door, hauling me back into him.
“Let me go!” I grit out, throwing an elbow into his ribs. At the same time, I use my other hand to grab onto his fingers, bending them back sharply. He hisses a breath in through his teeth and his grip on my waist falters marginally- just enough for me to twist around and jab a knee into his groin.
Hey, I never said I’d fight fair.
“Bitch!” Cam chokes, but even though his face screws up in pain, he doesn’t let go of me. And when I throw my weight into him to try to knock him off balance, it only sends both of us crashing to the hard concrete floor.
His large body mostly breaks my fall, but he’s quick to recover from the impact, the two of us rolling together on the ground as we grapple for the upper hand. I use everything I know from my years of squad training, throwing punches and kicks at his body. My opponent dodges every blow with finesse- I’d almost be impressed if I didn’t hate him so much.Almost.I’m literally fighting for my life, so when my fist finally connects with his nose and blood sprays from his nostrils, a sick surge of satisfaction burns through my veins.
“Fuckingstop!” Cam barks, somehow managing to get his hands around both of my wrists and flip me underneath him. He pins me with his much larger body, chest heaving as he glares down at me with blood dripping from his nose. “You really think you’re any match for me, little girl?”
I jerk my head up, slamming my forehead into his. Probably not my best defensive maneuver, since it hurts me just as badly as it must hurt him, but the pained groan that slips from his throat on impact gives me a twisted sense of victory, even if he doesn’t let up on his hold.
“The fuck is your problem?” he snarls, tightening his grip on my wrists to the point of pain.