Page 24 of Vicious Luna
I cut him a glare, folding my arms across my chestindignantly. “You’ve been spying on me?” I ask, jerking my chin up to indicate the camera.
“You’re a prisoner, of course I’ve had to monitor your activity,” he replies flippantly.
“Yeah, you sure you’re not just getting off on watching me sleep?” I scoff.
His bemused expression dissolves in an instant. “You want me to fix it or not?” he snaps, holding up the keys to the cell and jangling them in the air.
I roll my eyes, clicking my tongue as I look away. “Duh.”
“Then stand back,” he growls.
I begrudgingly retreat a few steps, doing as he says even though I have no intention of making a break for it. My prior attempts haven’t gotten me anywhere, so I’ve already decided I’m better off biding my time until my wolf is back at full strength. Once she is, all bets are off.
Cam unlocks the barred door, pushing it open and stepping into the cell. He immediately closes it behind him and re-locks it from the inside, slipping the keys into his pocket before striding over to the toilet with the plunger and looking down at the water still swirling in the bowl. He narrows his eyes, then snaps his head in my direction, anger flaring in his expression.
“Why the fuck would you flush your food?” he demands.
Because yeah, it’s pretty fucking obvious by the disgusting chunks of chicken salad and crackers floating in the toilet what I was trying to do.
My mouth falls open, my brain scrambling to string words together. “I… I hate mayo, okay?!” I blurt, admitting a partial truth since I’m backed into a corner here. “You said if I didn’t eat everything, you’d stop bringing me food, and I didn’t know what else to do, so I just flushed it!” I throw my arms up dramatically, really playing up the whole ditzy, innocent mistake vibe I’m trying to display while holding my breath and wondering if he’s buying it.
The muscle in his jaw feathers, his eyes darkening. “Clearly I’m feeding you too well if you think you can pick and choose what you eat.”
Well shit, I don’t really know what to say to that. Apparently he isn’t expecting an answer, though, because he just turns away with an annoyed grunt and stuffs the plunger into the toilet bowl, his tattooed biceps bunching and flexing as he works to remove the clog.
Damn, I never thought watching someone plunge a toilet would be a turn-on.
Cam wields the plunger like a weapon and fuck me if I’m not getting a little hot and bothered seeing him in action. I totally get the allure of naughty plumber pornos now.
Water splashes out and lands on his boots, which he’s obviously not happy about if the way he curses and jumps back is any indication, but he does manage to work the clog out within a minute or two. When he depresses the handle of the toilet to flush and the water goes down, a sigh of relief gusts out of me.
Shaking the water off the plunger, he aims an icy glare in my direction. “If this happens again, I won’t fix it,” he mutters, the low tone of his voice making my thighs clench. “I’ll bring a bucket for you to piss in instead.”
I arch a dubious brow. “Wouldn’t that just be more work for you?”
He narrows his dark eyes on me in question, so I go ahead and elaborate.
“I mean, then you’d have to empty it, and unless you’ve got a weird kink about bodily fluids…” I trail off with a cringe. “I mean, you do you, but I’mnotinto that, so let’s go ahead and set that as a hard limit now.”
He scrunches his nose, brows pinching together. “The fuck are you talking about?”
I shrug a shoulder nonchalantly, flipping my hair back. “I mean, I’m open-minded, and I’m generally up forexperimenting. I usually say I’ll try anything once, but I’ve just never personally seen the appeal of golden showers. So if you want me to pee on you, I’m not sure…”
“Why the fuck would I want that?” he cuts in aggressively, unwittingly falling into my trap and allowing me to get a rise out of him.Game on, dickhead.
“You tell me, you’re the one who wants me to pee in a bucket,” I scoff. Then I clutch a hand to my chest, eyes widening in horror. “Oh my gosh, isthatwhy you’ve been spying on me? You’ve been watching mepee?”
“What? No!” he sputters, growing more agitated by the second.
Got him.
“You totally have, you perv!” I cackle, throwing my head back on a laugh. “I mean, I knew you were twisted, but that’s next level…”
Before I can even finish my taunt, Cam’s dropping the plunger and stalking across the cell toward me, backing me up into the wall. “Stop it!” he shouts, crowding me in and slapping a hand up against the concrete beside my head.
“There he is,” I declare, smirking up at him as the weight of his body sinks into mine, pinning me in place. “Whatcha gonna do, big man?” I lick my lips tauntingly, batting my lashes. “Just couldn’t resist getting close to me, huh? You want me so bad you can’t even stand it.”
“Shut up,” he grits out, wrapping a hand around my throat threateningly.