Page 35 of Enemy of the State

Like a cat, I stretch out on the floor of my damp, dark cell, planning to nap before they blast more music in a lame attempt to keep me awake. I’m just about to doze off when Digs’s words flit back on a mental cloud:I will crush you. I will crumble your soul, your spirit, your body. Do not underestimate me and absolutely never disrespect me.I scoff out loud before settling back in and closing my eyes.

Too bad for him that I will not bend; I will not break. I will not surrender; I will not shatter. Not for him. Not for anyone.

“Let’s fucking go, Koskinen,” the guard commands, jolting me from my peaceful slumber. I didn’t even hear him approach, but now that I’m conscious, the heavy bass of the music explains that.

At some point, exhaustion took over. I’ve adapted to falling asleep in defiance of the hammering metal music that’s blaring more often than not. It’s just like these arseholes to wake me when I was resting, and irritation has my lips twisting into a snarl as I glare at the wanker who dared to wake me, refusing to make any move to follow him.How long have I been asleep?

As he stands in the doorway of my cell, I recognize his eyes andbuild as one of the usual guards, but he’s different from the others. It’s nothing short of obvious that he carries a deep-seated hatred for me, but he wouldn’t be the first. I won’t pretend that I have a healthy outlet for dealing with those that aren’t fans of mine, but they usually fuck off before I’m forced to resort to more extreme measures.

Taking a steadying breath in order to tamp down the more appealing violent option of murdering him, I get to my feet, pinning him with a warning.

I saunter past him as I’m led down the hall to the usual torture spot. Damn, I must’ve really been out of it if I was able to sleep all night. It was probably the orgasm that Digs left me with that did the trick.

I’m made to stand in a similar position as last time, with my legs spread and restrained to the bolts in the floor. However, this time, my wrists are crossed behind my back and bound with rope.

After waiting for what feels like ages, eventually the door swings open, revealing Digs and… “Honey Eyes,” I exclaim, a bright smile popping onto my lips.

I’m choosing to believe that he smiles behind his mask and, even if he doesn’t, his voice is kind as he greets me in return. “Miss me, Lou?”

“You know I did,” I reply with a wink.

“Quit your fucking flirting,” the other man gripes, and I turn my attention to his formidable presence and say sweetly, “Aw, don’t be jealous, Digs.”

He rolls those pretty blue eyes of his before disappearing into what I’m starting to think is a storage closet when he reappears alone. I don’t know what happened to Honey Eyes, but he’s gone. Digs is only holding a folded uniform and a small bag of something else I can’t make out.

No toys?My mental state must be deteriorating because I think I might be a taddisappointed.Mercer needs to launch his rescue mission before I lose the plot entirely.

At least Digs has silently indicated that I’ll end up naked again, so I’m not surprised when he sets the uniform on the shelves with the tools. Pulling out his tactical knife, he proceeds to expose me completely to the room.

Does he truly think that getting me naked is the best way to get me to talk? Or is he simply looking to play?Why don’t I care?

Never one for embarrassment or shame, I’m not a blusher—I’mfarmore likely to make someone else blush—but the way he makes sheep’s eyes at me has my nipples tightening.

Digs stands before me, running a hand up my torso, over my tattoo, and palms my breast. I glance down, absorbing the alluring sight of his tanned hand exploring my body. When he flicks a thumb over the hardened point, I suck in a breath. He seems to study my reaction before circling me until his front is flush with my backside, gripping my hip with one hand and cupping my sex with the other. As I let out a soft moan, my eyelids flutter.

I don’t know what his goal is here, but what he’s doing feelsgood, even if I know that things are about to get painful, given Digs’s proclivities. My pussy clenches around air at the prospect. Why am I not more put off by his brand of pain?

Without warning, he slips a finger into me. A gratified groan floats in my mouth as my head falls back into his chest, and he stiffens before settling into my touch. Wanting to even the playing field, I run a palm over his crotch, feeling the swell of his hard length trapped beneath his trousers. I’m rewarded when his chest vibrates against my back, egging me on. My wrists may be bound, but I still have use of my hands to some extent, so I cup him this time, tugging on his balls.

A sound between a hum and a giggle rattles in my mouth before I quip, “Someone’s eager.”

“Since you’re in such a teasing mood, Lou, why don’t we play a little game, yeah?”

Sean

Dammit.

Like most things where this woman is concerned, I shouldn’t be doing this. I didn’t mean to, butfuck, I want to.

Today was never supposed to go like this. Truthfully, I had something else in mind. I had planned to leave her bound with a hood over her head for at least the next twelve hours, maybe longer, subjecting her to auditory torture by filling the room with the sound of loud sirens. I was even prepared to inflict some extreme temperature torture, by tossing buckets of ice water over her and cranking up heat, so she’d feel like the humidity threatened to melt her insides.

I’ve seen prisoners go crazy after simply being hooded for days at a time. I didn’t want her to have a psychotic break, just shaky enough to tell me what I need to know.

But all that changed the moment I saw her bound and waiting for me. I need to remember that having her bound, legs spread for me, is now a weakness of mine.

It’s why I told Jace to get lost when we were in the storeroom. He simply rolled his eyes and said, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Luckily for me, that leaves damn neareverythingon the table.

With my heart jackhammering in my chest, I flick my middlefinger over her clit, making her jolt against me. “I asked you a question. Answer me,” I order her.

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