The Prison Project (by Bethany Donaghy) novel Chapter 61

Coban’s POV

Her lips were like a drug I hadn’t meant to taste – sweet, pliant, trembling against mine like she was afraid… and yet drawn to me all at the same time.

I was shocked at first when she had been so eager to kiss me back, which only confirmed my suspicions to be true…

She longed for this. She enjoyed the fire. The unknown. Longing for a dangerous man to take control of her all the while protecting her at the same time in here.

The second she moaned into my mouth, something snapped inside me. Some primitive thread of restraint frayed at the edges, unraveling faster with every press of her soft body against mine.

She wasn’t fighting me anymore. She was clinging to me like I was the only damn thing holding her upright. Like she couldn’t wait for this very moment.

And fuck I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like that…

Her hands gripped at my shirt, desperate and unsure, and all I could think about was how easily I could strip it off of her, how fast I could throw her on that mattress and show her exactly what it meant to belong to me in here…

Her scent – warm and nervous and addictively innocent – wrapped around me like a chokehold.

She was so goddamn responsive too.

Every shiver, every whimper, every tiny sound that escaped from her mouth lit my blood on fire making me want more and more of her with each second.

My hands roamed without apology, down her bare arms, her back, and to that tight ass of hers that I had no business touching until right now.

She arched into me like she didn’t know how not to. Like her body was starting to trust mine even if her brain hadn’t caught up with it all yet.

Neither had mine…

But that mouth…

God, that mouth was going to be the death of me. Soft, wet, slightly swollen now from how hard I was kissing her plump lips. From how she was kissing me back too.

I could taste the hesitation in her, the panic just beneath the surface. But I could taste the joy too. That desperate, gnawing curiosity she was trying to fight back. That heat. That hunger.

It wasn’t just me.

She wanted this just as much.

Even if she wasn’t ready for where it was headed…

But I was.

I wanted to ruin her right now.

To bend her over the edge of that fucking bed and hear her whimper my name into the mattress to make her feel the best she’s ever felt.

To make her cry in pleasure until she forgot why she even came to this fucking prison in the first place – as if it wasn’t just to fuck me.

I wanted to own every sound, every breath, every last inch of her.

I groaned into her mouth, grinding her small body against me without thinking, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to me. And when she gasped – when those wide, innocent eyes fluttered open – I had to force myself to stop.

Now.

Before I lost it completely.

Before I made a mistake I couldn’t undo.

I tore my mouth away, chest heaving like I’d just run a damn marathon. She blinked up at me, lips red and wet, her face flushed in a way that made my fists clench.

She was disappointed. I saw it all over her face when I pulled us apart.

She didn’t want me to stop.

And fuck me, that just made it worse to resist.

I brushed my thumb across her swollen bottom lip and shook my head.

“I need to go shower,” I muttered, already backing away. My voice was rough, hoarse, barely fucking human. “A cold one.”

I wanted her soft. Naïve. Untouched.

But I also wanted her moaning beneath me, whispering my name, letting me mark her in ways she’d never forget when she leaves this place…

My head thudded against the tile, water dripping off my face.

I didn’t know how long I could keep pretending that her body wasn’t already mine.

Because the truth was…

Somewhere deep down – I knew it was. I wouldn’t let anybody else have her. I wouldn’t let anybody else be the first to take her. To make her feel good.

My palm instinctively found my dick, as I stroked it back and forth, the sheer thought of fucking her being enough to get me off in the shower…

I needed a release, because I feared what I would want to do to her tonight if I decided to let her sleep in the bed with me…

It was only the first fucking week for her in this place, and I don’t know how I’ll make it to the end without destroying her completely.

But one fact remained, buried deep beneath the surface.

A pitiful fact that I didn’t want to face any time soon.

That when I make it out of here, and back to my old life, there would be no place for a girl like my Bella in it.

This was only a one time thing, it had to be.

Some fun amongst her helping to get me out of this hell hole…

I couldn’t dare to let it be more than that, and that was final.

My own little prison toy.