Page 8 of Fated Mates of Breeder Prison

“Negative. The engineer is busy with other projects until that time.”

Of course, he was. Meanwhile, I’m being burnt to a crisp in here.

Then maybe I could ask the Beast to let me go? I mean, he got a nice handful earlier. Maybe that was all he needed from me?

I edged toward the bathroom and nudged the door open. There was no shower curtain. It was a wet room and he had his back to me.

His face was aimed at the water that streamed from the showerhead and ran down his face and body. His big beefy hand was wrapped around his thick cock and he stroked it aggressively.

I backed away from the door. I stumbled over my own feet and fell flat on my ass.

I would never get that image out of my head…

That huge beast whacking off while he was thinking of…

Me?

He wasn’t finished with me, I realized. He was fantasizing about what he would do to me…

So why hadn’t he done it already?

I thought back over our little scene in his room earlier. He stood proud as he probed at me. He could have taken me then. Nothing was stopping him.

Then he looked into my eyes and…

The change came over him. He realized I didn’t want him to use me.

Could that be right?

It sounded ridiculous.

I mean, the guy was the most feared creature in this place and yet… he refused to take advantage of me?

Then why had he brought me to his cell in the first place?

And what was he going to do with me now I was locked in there until morning?

The water ceased splattering across the bathroom floor.

He’d finished with his shower.

He would come in here, naked and wet, and find me standing here in this slutty dress…

There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

I quickly pulled the bed’s covers back and slipped into the bed.

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The water was hot and soothing. It eased my muscles and the aches and pains from my earlier fight.

I ran a hand over my jaw to work out the kinks.

The zinknos I’d faced was a real slogger. He caught me a few times on the jaw and it made me stumble, a little dazed until I found my rhythm again.

I danced to avoid his swinging arms, ducking, and weaving.

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