Page 25 of Vicious Luna
Too bad I’m not so easily cowed. I cover his hand with my own, encouraging him to squeeze my airway tighter as I rock my hips into his. “Oh yeah, choke me daddy,” I moan breathily.
He jerks his hand away like my skin burns him to the touch, stumbling backwards while mumbling a string of angry curses under his breath. He reaches down to adjust himself inhis jeans as he continues backing up, my gaze flickering down to the sizable bulge straining the denim.
“Tell me again how you don’t want me?” I taunt, tilting my head mockingly as my eyes return to his.
“Shut thefuckup,” he snarls, snatching the plunger off the floor where he left it and digging the keys to the cell door out of his pocket.
I fold my arms over my chest as I watch him smugly, cocking out a hip. “You couldn’t handle me anyways.”
There’s no mistaking the heat in his eyes as he cuts me one last glare. Then he whips around, stalking over to the door and shoving the key in to unlock it. It turns over with an audible click and he immediately yanks it back, stepping out and slamming the door closed behind him. The bars rattle as he re-locks it from the outside while I take pleasure in watching his temper tantrum, chuckling to myself in satisfaction.
He doesn’t say another word before leaving, and neither do I. I’ve already sufficiently pissed him off enough that he’s shown his cards, and now I get to ruminate on how to knock him off balance again by reshuffling the deck. Good thing I’ve got an ace up my sleeve.
It isn’tlong before I hear the door at the top of the stairs open again. The warden must be a glutton for punishment, because I’m still riding the high of my victory over him and am more than ready for round two. I stroll toward the bars at the sound of his boots clomping down the steps, my lips pulling into a feral grin as I call out, “Back so soon?”
It’s not Cam that emerges at the bottom of the staircase, though. It’s a stranger outfitted in all black; another hunter. I never forget a face, so I know I haven’t seen this guybefore. He’s about my height- give or take a couple inches- and he’s stocky and broad-shouldered with reddish-brown hair and a close-cropped beard. He’s not particularly attractive, but the way he’s looking at me… well, he obviously likes what he sees.
Is he here to let me out?
It’s probably too hopeful of a thought, but I’m not about to squander an opportunity if it presents itself. Stepping closer to the bars, I wrap my hands around them, peering out at him curiously.
“Expecting someone else?” he asks, licking his lips as he eats me up with his gaze.
Oh, so it’s like that.
I give him my best fuck-me eyes, batting my lashes. “I was, but I’m not disappointed,” I reply in a seductive purr, really playing it up.
The idiot takes the bait, a smirk curling his lips as he approaches the cell. From up close, I can see a jagged white scar cutting through his thin upper lip. “Too bad Knox took the keys with him, or you and I could have some fun,” he drawls, waggling his brows suggestively.
Gross. Is this dude for real right now? Bile crawls up my throat at the thought of him putting his filthy hands on me, but I force myself to play along. He could be useful. Maybe I can get him to come back and let me out of my cell under the guise of a sleazy hookup.
“That’s a shame,” I pout.
“It really is,” he agrees, reaching his hand toward mine.
I fight back a cringe as his fingertips brush against my knuckles, but I’m completely unprepared when he suddenly reaches in to grab my wrist, yanking it out between the bars. The momentum pitches me forward and I let out a startled yelp as the corner of my mouth clips one of the bars with enough force that it splits my lip.
“Bet you like it rough, don’t you, bitch?” he sneers, twisting my wrist painfully inhis grasp.
I wrench my arm free, stumbling backwards and licking the blood from my split lip. Fuck, I wasnotexpecting that, and for once I’m actually thankful that I’m locked behind these bars. This guy is even more unhinged than my warden.
He eyes me menacingly, the corner of his mouth tugging up in a crooked grin. “Knox may not like to share his toys, but it’s only a matter of time before he gets bored and passes you off,” he says with a sinister chuckle that makes my skin crawl.
Fear prickles at the back of my neck, but I don’t let it show. Instead, I straighten my posture, meeting his stare unflinchingly.
“Not so chatty now, huh?” he comments, giving me a slow once-over. “Doesn’t matter. I’ve got somewhere to be, anyways. But I’ll be back.” He winks, leaving me with that chilling threat as he turns on a heel and strides away.
I suck in a deep breath as he starts ascending the stairs, closing my eyes and searching the recesses of my consciousness for my inner wolf. The second she’s back at full strength, I’msoout of here.
I mentally reach for any sign of her, but I’m only met with silence.
13
Training with Bravo was exactly what I needed to get out of my own head for a few hours. I’d almost forgotten how cathartic it is to physically exert myself to the point that my brain just shuts itself off to any thoughts other than the intake of breath and the burn of my muscles, my body seemingly running through the exercises on autopilot. It was definitely a healthier release than drinking myself into a coma like I wanted to after leaving the basement.
I figured I’d be deconditioned after taking so much time away from training, but getting back to it was as easy as riding a bike. In fact, I felt so good afterwards that I went for a run; something I haven’t done in ages. It’s like the workout gave me even more wild energy to burn off than I started with. Probably the endorphins. It kept me away from my laptop, too, since I resolved to take a hiatus from watching the video feed after Luna called me out on it. Not that I give a shit what she thinks, but because I know obsession when I see it, and that’s exactly what this is. I need to stop.
I can’t stay away forever, though; not unless I want to pass her off to someone else. That’s probably what Ishoulddo, but I won’t. Not a fucking chance. Because this is supposed to be myrevenge. It’s supposed to be about Ben. Somewhere along the line, I’ve lost sight of that, and it’s high time I steer this train back on its track.