The Alpha in Alcatraz – Virgins and Villains Read Online Lena Little

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Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
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Shit. I’m usually better at controlling it. Her question has no bearing on my state. It’s the way her head tilts up, and deep blue orbs peer straight into my soul. Like I’m a feral animal in a cage, and she’s the one who’ll save me. It’s driving me fucking crazy.

I need to hold it together.

“The who, what, and why of the killings, of course.” My voice doesn’t reflect my internal turmoil.

She writes my response down.

“And why would that scare them off? The reason they’re employed here is to get an understanding of the patients under our care.” Confidence and formality return to her tone, and with it, my nerves dissipate. I can handle her strength better than lustful eyes.

“Unlike the rest of the loons, I’m not ashamed. Those who have died by my hand deserved it. And I relish in their suffering. Every goddamned second of it.”

“Can you⁠—”

I shake my head before she can get her question out.

“Naughty, naughty. Three questions, three answers. Brutal honesty.” I raise my hands. The chains clink against one another. “Don’t tell me you’re backing out?”

Doubt floods her eyes. She’s contemplating a way out of setting me free., but Sedona’s frothing at the mouth for my next answer. Best of all, she knows if she breaks our deal, the conversation ends. I’ll go back to being reserved, answering cryptically.

But what she hasn’t realized is that my interest in her outweighs my want for silence. She can keep me chained, whip me, order my execution by herself, and I’d spill my guts for her. Doesn’t mean I’m going to let her know it.

“Fine.” She grabs the keys off the table and shuffles through them until she finds the handcuff key. “But know, I don’t do this easily. I’m trusting you.”

“And I’m trusting you. I know what you have pointed at my cock under your desk.”

She stands. “Yes, but I’m not the patient with violent tendencies.”

“Sure, but the tranquilizer’s needle still stings regardless.” It’s been used on me once before by a male doctor who had a sour look. Unpleased with my mockery of him, he pulled the trigger and dropped me to the floor.

Unpleasant as it was, without him doing it, Sedona Quinn would have never crossed my path.

“But I won’t have to take advantage of your trust.” I wink—the first sign of actual emotion beyond sarcasm. “I won’t need to.”

“Is that so?”

“Sure. You’ll be begging for my touch before I lay a finger on you.”

A whimper catches in the back of her throat. Yeah, she’s already begging. Where her words fail, her body takes control.

“You talk big for someone in your position.” Sedona takes her time walking to me. Slow, steady steps, accompanied by swaying hips and bouncing tits. I want to meet her eyes but fail to go any higher than her chest. “Or have you forgotten I’m the one in control here?”

“Ah, I get it now.” My cool charm nearly fades to a groan as she brings her breasts within tongue-striking distance. “You won’t be begging for anything because you’re going to take advantage of this poor little inmate locked in place.”

“There isn’t anything little about you.” Sedona’s eyes sink to my midsection. Even in the loose jumpsuit, my cock has found a way to show itself off against the material.

She gulps nervously or maybe … excitedly.

She turns around, and I get my first proper glimpse of her backside. She reaches with both hands for the handcuffs, and before she touches me, they drop to the floor. A tantalizing oopsie slips from her mouth. In what I can only assume was a tactical fumble, Sedona bends. Her ass stretches her skirt so tightly against her body, I can see the outline of her panties beneath.

“You’re not making it easy on me, are you?” My voice nearly breaks.

“You haven’t made it easy on me.” She snaps her head over her shoulder, and it’s her turn to wink at me. She stands again, fiddles with the keys, and my bonds break.

“Oh, Doc, you don’t know the half of it.” I wrap my hands around her tiny waist and pull her toward me.

3

SEDONA

There’s no fear as his fingers latch onto me. But every action Victor takes is gentle, if not primal in its own way. His grip is light, whereas the pull is forceful. He yanks me until I stumble back, but he catches me before I fall and nestles my ass on his lap.

And then he leans forward and brushes the back of my neck with his lips.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I play coy. I knew what I was doing by ‘dropping my keys.’ It was an insatiable urge to feed the beast and see where it would lead. And so far, I’m not upset.

“Breaking the rules,” he says. “Or have you forgotten? I am still an inmate.”


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