Chapter 9

The warden scares the shit out of me.

Not that I’ll ever admit that, of course, but there’s something about the man that oozes raw power. His trench coat hangs loosely around him as he takes a long drag of his cigarette, allowing it to balance between two fingers as he surveys me.

I throw him a cocky smile.

“Got me all alone in here, didn’t ya?” I wink conspiratorially as those obsidian eyes of his narrow. Fucking hell. Those eyes look as if they’re capable of ripping apart my insides and rearranging all of my internal organs. If the rumors about this man are true…

Then my fear is very, very justified.

But if there’s one thing my years on the street have taught me, it’s that a little smile and a shit ton of charisma and confidence can go a long way. And it doesn’t hurt that I’m sexy as fuck.

I’m not gonna deny that I’m every male and female’s wet dream. If you want me to be the innocent little priest, then just hand me a clerical collar. And if you want me to be a rocker bad boy, then I’ll be the first to admit that I look pretty damn great in a leather jacket.

My blond hair and elegant features give me an angelic look, but the tattoos on my arms and torso remind the world that I’m anything but.

Sex… It’s a tool you can use, and one that I’ve assembled into a weapon of mass destruction. The game is simple—get someone to fall in love with you, and then use them to your heart’s content.

Does it make me a monster?

Most definitely.

Does it look like I give two shits about it?

Nope.

“Maybe we can take these cuffs off and I can show you a good time…” I allow my words to trail off suggestively as I raise my wrists, both of which are restrained by magical dampening handcuffs. Sure, I like cuffs just as much as the next kinky fucker, but I hate not having access to my beast.

When the warden snorts derisively, turning away to stare down at his paperwork, I flicker my gaze to the other occupant in the room. Some lowlife guard with auburn hair and a scruffy beard. His hooded eyes travel over my body as I bite my lip seductively, purposely allowing my eyes to drop to his rapidly hardening cock.

Yeah, this dude totally wants me to fuck him. I’ll be more than willing to stick my cock up his pasty ass if it means having a guard on my side.

“Before we finish your processing, you have a visitor,” the warden says gruffly, drawing my attention back to him. He stands from his desk, his eyes briefly roaming over my face with heady distaste, before he nods for me to follow him.

As he stalks ahead of me, disappearing through the shelves of magical artifacts he’s collected over time, I make a show of stumbling.

“Damn. It’s harder to walk than I thought it would be with these things on,” I gripe, fluttering my eyelashes like some pathetic sap at the guard. Heat enters his cheeks as I stagger to the side, allowing my hand to caress his own.

“Oh…um…” Sounding flustered, he procures a key from his uniform pocket and removes my cuffs. He grabs them before they can clatter to the floor and shoves them into his back pocket. “I’ll put them back on when we reach the visitation room.”

“Thanks, friend,” I purr, easily picking up on his thoughts now that I have access to my powers.

Fuck, he’s so sexy. That tight little ass…

My hand brushes his again as I implant a vision in his head, one so vivid that he actually gasps in shock, not that he knows it was me who put it there. No one knows about this power but me.

The guard bends forward, allowing me an unrestricted view of his ugly, hairy ass, as I reach around his body to cup his balls. They’re damn near bursting with how turned on he is.

I spit on my hand before sticking a single finger into his puckered hole. He moans low in his throat, arching his ass further against my cock.

“Now, now, my pet,” illusion me whispers as I nibble on his ear. Abruptly, I grab his shoulders and spin him around, just barely containing my grimace of distaste. Because older men with slightly protruding bellies and hair fucking everywhere are not my kink. Fortunately for me, this is only an illusion.

I lick first one of his taut nipples and the next before dropping to my knees and kissing his belly. I continue to lower my mouth until my tongue snakes across the slit on his cock, already dripping with pre-cum.

As I swallow him whole, my other hand tugging at his balls, I can’t help but smirk, releasing him with a slurp.

“You’re mine now, pet. And you’ll do exactly as I say.”

My eyelids flutter open to see the guard with his pants tented, eyes glazed over with need. I adopt an innocent expression, taking a step closer as if I’m genuinely concerned.

“Are you okay?” My thumb brushes against his hand once more, and he jerks as if I was sucking his cock.

He blinks rapidly, attempting to orient himself, before turning towards me with undisguised lust and want.

“Yes.” His eyes drop to my own cock just as I throw another vision into his head.

My hand closes around both of our dicks, holding them together as I jerk us off. I kiss up his neck, to his jawline, and then back down as our cocks caress one another with every pump of my hand.

He inhales sharply, staring at me as if he wants to bend me over the table and fuck me senseless, and my grin broadens.

Yup. It comes in handy to have someone in your back pocket. There’s nothing a little lust won’t do.

Of course, I have no intentions of actually fucking the guy, but he doesn’t need to know that. He can go around thinking that we’re in some forbidden love story or some shit.

I don’t love.

And I sure as hell don’t fuck my targets.

“Inmate! Gus!” the warden bellows, pausing where he stands at the end of his office, his eyes narrowed suspiciously. I once more push out my lips, the epitome of innocence, as his eyes drop to my freed wrists. “And why the fuck are his cuffs missing?”

Gus quickly makes up excuses as he reapplies the magical cuffs, abruptly restraining my magic. But it’s okay. I already did what I needed to, if his lust filled eyes are any indication.

And when his hand brushes my dick through the hideous orange jumpsuit I’ve been wearing since my transfer from the upper levels of the prison, I know for sure. Hook. Line. And fucking sinker.

“I’m sorry I got you in trouble, Gus,” I say with a soft smile. Do these fuckers actually fall for this shit? Women and men alike flock to me like a moth to a flame. It’s sickening and maddening. I sometimes want to shake them senseless and ask them why they’re so fucking stupid.

“I’m sorry I had to put these back on,” Gus says with a blush almost as red as his hair.

Once more, I rub my fingers against his wrist, smirking when goosebumps dance on his skin.

“It’s okay,” I assure him with another megawatt smile. “I’ll always remember what you did for me.”

Before he can respond, I meander towards where the warden is waiting, his lithe body shaking with irritation.

“Are you done now, Brookes?” he asks, ire lacing his tone.

I flash him a sugary sweet smile. “Never.”

The warden is silent as he leads me down a long, twisting hallway, Gus at my back. When we reach a set of small, private rooms, the warden stops abruptly and spins towards me, leveling me with a look capable of curdling milk. The vitriol in his eyes is clear as day. This man really doesn’t fucking like me, and no amount of seduction or persuasion will change that. No big deal. I don’t need everyone in this prison to like me…just the ones who matter.

“This little bullshit, innocent routine you have going on?” the warden begins, his voice a low growl. “It’s not going to save you where you’re going. If I were you, I’d cut the crap and pull on a pair of big boy panties. You’re not going to last longer than a week.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” I take a step closer, still beaming, and his eyes harden.

“I guess we’ll see who’s wrong when we’re collecting your corpse from down below. That is…if there’s anything left to collect.”

With that cheery statement, he pushes open the door and gestures for me to enter.

I swagger forward with all the confidence in the world, as if I’m not in a maximum security supernatural prison. As if I’m not in handcuffs. As if my life hasn’t been inevitably altered because of one fucking mistake.

I trusted the wrong person, and you know what they say about trust—it’s fucking stupid.

The door snaps shut behind me, the automatic lock engaging, as I survey the scarcely decorated room with a single metal table, two chairs on either side, and plain gray walls. Haven’t they heard that a little color can go a long way? If I was the one who decorated the prison, I would’ve painted the walls a cheery yellow. Maybe a light blue.

My eyes snag on the camera in one corner, facing the table. The little red light isn’t on, indicating that it’s only for show.

Good to know.

“Logan,” a dry voice greets, and I drag my attention towards the tall man sitting in the seat opposite me. As always, his illusion is firmly in place, making it impossible for me to decipher his features. When I try to focus, try to stare directly at him, my surroundings blur as a splitting headache threatens to rip me in two. All I know for certain is that he’s an immensely powerful mage or warlock…someone capable of wielding spells that have been deemed illegal by the Council.

Hell, he might not even be a man. His voice is distorted, as if heard through a never-ending wind tunnel, and always has a distinct, raspy cadence to it. I’m assuming it’s a man based on their broad shoulders, but for all I know, that’s an illusion as well.

Either way, this bastard is my ticket out of here.

“You’re looking well,” he continues, nodding towards the seat opposite him. I offer him my winning smile, sliding smoothly onto the cold metal seat. It immediately hurts my ass, and there’s not a lot of things capable of hurting it. Trust me. That thing has been poked and prodded and fucked more times than I care to admit.

“Orange isn’t really my color,” I say with a sultry wink. I’ve never been able to use my powers on this fucker, which is another reason I wanted Gus to remove my cuffs. Every time I’ve come into contact with him—or her, again I’m not sexist—I’ve been in magical cuffs. It’s a real fucking pain in my ass.

“This is the last time we’ll be in contact for a little while,” he continues, and a moment later, his blurry hand appears in front of me, dropping a photograph on the table. I can’t even tell what color his skin is. White, black, fucking pink. It’s almost as if he’s moving faster than an average human, faster than any supernatural, and it’s causing his body to vibrate erratically.

“Why, Smith!” I place a hand to my heart in mock horror. “It feels like you’re using me.”

Yeah, Smith. That’s the name he gave me to work with.

“You do have skills that we need,” he deadpans, and I just barely restrain my eye roll. I swear, this man has no sense of humor to speak of. Everything he says is in a monotone voice that grates on my nerves.

“I’ll get it done,” I promise Smith cockily, glancing down at the photograph. Like the last time I saw it, a few weeks earlier, my pulse thunders in my ears as I stare at the stunning girl with obsidian hair flowing to the middle of her back. Heart-shaped face. High cheekbones. And the strangest white eyes I’ve ever seen.

I drag the corner of the picture off the table until it’s resting in my lap.

“And I’ll get my freedom for this?” I whisper, glancing down once more before I fold up the photograph and place it in my pocket.

“We don’t back out of our deals,” Smith reminds me curtly. “Send us confirmation that the job is done, and we’ll get you out of here.”

The picture feels like a weight in my pocket, but I manage another one of my infuriatingly cocky smiles.

“Consider it done.”