Caught by the Convicts

by Jessa Kane

“Fuck me,” mutters Day, a hint of England in his tone. “She’s downright adorable. And quite reckless, apparently, marching into this den of vipers in that…” His gaze ticks lower, his voice dropping along with it. “Obscenely form-fitting skirt.”

“Fucking hell,” Klay grits out, tearing my panties off with a twist of his fist, tossing them aside. “She wants it.” He wraps his now-free hand around my throat. “That changes everything, Wendy. Now you get two cocks. Mine and Ruger’s.”

“Open up, Wendy,” Klay demands. “My turn inside that hot little cunt.”

The last thing I see before disappearing around the corner is Klay, face down on the floor with his head turned, mouthing the words we’ll find you. The promise in his eyes makes me shiver. But in relief or trepidation? That’s the million-dollar question.

There’s something ironic about that. Too bad I’m not looking to be amused.

We weren’t exactly subtle last week about wanting her brought back.” “I believe your exact words were, ‘get her back in this cell or I’ll gut you all like fish.’”

I’ve been denied sex all my life because of my size. Because I’m not pretty to look at. Now this princess, this angel, is accepting me and I’m dizzy with gratitude.