Chapter Two :Mind Games.

Amanda POV.

Amanda pretended to look away, embarrassed now that her future father-in-law caught her staring. She turned her back away from them. The woman, finally noticing  someone else in the room, hurriedly got off her knees and picked up her trousers. She was completely flustered and couldn’t run out of there any faster. Her footsteps echoed down the corridor, leaving behind the weight of what had just happened . Amanda stood frozen, her fingers gripping the ends of her t-shirt. Her cheeks burned, whether from shame, curiosity or something far more dangerous. She couldn’t tell. The silence stretched between them, taut as a wire. Amanda couldn’t bear to face Cyrus just yet, she was breathing heavily. The rise and fall of her chest betrayed her anxiety. “What the fuck just happened”!

The sound of Cyrus cursing broke her trail of thoughts,

“You had better have a damn good reason to have interrupted me during my lunch”.

“Lunch? Was he serious?”

She could feel Cyrus' eyes throwing daggers behind her head and Amanda knew she had to face him soon. Perhaps she could run away from this uncomfortable situation. She should. She always had. But her feet remained rooted to the ground. She had seen men before _had known intimacy. The vanilla kind of was what she had with Marcus. So this was different . It was raw.unfiltered.something else entirely. She didn’t know what it was, but she yearned to have a glimpse of him. Just a single look wasn’t enough.

She turned to face him, then yelped,

 There he was.

Leaning against the concrete wall, his balls were still out ,hard and staring at her with all its glory , a cocky smirk plastered over his face and utter lack of shame. He was fully at ease and completely unbothered by her wide-eyed stare. She squealed.

“Damn,” he drawled, a voice like gravel and smoke. “Didn’t take you for the squealing type.”

“Can’t say I’m complaining”

“I like my women squirmish “

Her face burned.” I didn’t_ I wasn’t _” she said, turning her face to the side.

“Can you please cover your _you know”

Cyrus chuckled.

“Not until you say it”. His grin was pure sin as he pushed off the wall, not even bothering to cover himself. He stood in front of her daring her to look away. His body pulsing with a male dominance that commanded her to look at him. Despite the smirk on his face, his eyes hardened, getting darker and Amanda felt herself murmuring.

“Bastard”

He chuckled, the comment not being as inaudible as she hoped.

“Feisty I like it”

“Let’s stop the pretense, shall we? And get started on what you really came here for.”

He said, his eyes darkening with lust and hunger. His eyes trailed over her body. She suddenly became self-conscious, wanting her body to please him. It suddenly hit her that he thought she was here for something else. She tried to push aside the treacherous feeling of his eyes on her.

“N-No I’m definitely not here for that”! She spoke almost screaming, staring at the spot. He was giving a woman his cock some moments ago.

“Can you please c-over up, this is highly inappropriate?”

“Say it” he said with a growl, his face losing all signs of humor. His voice was a dark purr, his body still shamelessly on display as he once again blocked her vision.

“This was a mistake” She thought to herself. She’d come because of the letter; It was delivered to her. It read “I think it is time you finally met your father-in-law” with an address scribbled at the back of the letter. He invited her here or was this a sick game of his? I mean, he was supposed to be six feet under . Surely he knew she was his son’s girlfriend, or maybe he didn’t just care. What kind of man is this? He was old enough to be her father for God’s sake. Her best friend, Layla, was right. This was a terrible idea.

Her stomach flipped, he still stared, daring her to disobey his commands. As if anyone could, with that body of his. Her stomach flipped, she chose to be defiant. She knew well what he wanted her to call out, it wasn’t just a word. It was an acknowledgment that she had seen his manhood. That for a brief moment of insanity she had desired it. His eyes challenged her, but she still didn’t utter a word and avoided his gaze.

“I didn’t come here for that”, she clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.

“Say it” he commanded once again, not caring for anything else she had to say.

He had that infuriating smirk that made her stomach tighten in ways it shouldn’t.

“I already told you_ I didn’t come here for this

“Then why are you still here?” He took another step forward, the dim light casting shadows over his face.

“Why haven’t you ran?”

Because she couldn’t, her eyes betrayed her, flickering down for just a second_ just long enough for him to notice.

His grin widened, “Uh-huh. That’s what I thought.”

She swallowed hard. “You sent me a letter asking me to come here.”

“It even had this prison’s address”

“Wasn’t from me.”

“In the 10 years I’ve been in this hell, you are the only one that dared to step foot in here.”

He said clearly not believing her. Another step. Now he was close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off him.

“But since you’re here ….. Might as well make the most of it”

Her breath hitched. “You’re impossible.”

“You don’t understand, we can’t," she said, trying to find her words. His closeness makes it hard to breathe.

“We? He said with that evil glint in his eyes.

“That’s not what I meant”. Now she was just a blabbering mess.

“Now you’re just stalling”. His hand lifted, fingers brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The single touch alone sent shivers down her spine. This shouldn’t be happening. His touch was deliberate, teasing.

“One little word, and I’ll cover it up.”

Her face burned, she swallowed hard _refusing to give in so easily.

A beat. A breath

Then-_she says it.

“Your cock”

His eyes darkened with triumph and that now familiar evil smile graced his lips.

“That’s a good girl” he said in a faint whisper, his lips brushing her earlobe.

She’d been resisting, stubbornly refusing to play in his games, but here she was playing into his hands. She met his eyes with a glare.

“There I said it, now cover up”

He smirked. Stepping away from her, he covered up himself in slow and deliberate movements, letting her watch every movement as he buttoned up his orange jumpsuit with infuriating ease, leaving his entire chest exposed just enough to tease .

“Better? Sweetheart” he said with that smug look plastered on his face.

She nodded . She could feel herself finally able to breathe again.

“Now let me explain-n” Before she could finish the sentence

He suddenly walked up behind her, and before she could even register what was happening, he held a security card. She heard the swipe of a card and the door clicked behind her.

 “Since you are so convinced, let’s play along”. He said with that twisted look in his eyes.

“Now you have got all night to convince me, I invited you here.”

“And how the hell do you know I’m still alive?”

The security alarms blaring all over the prison broke her state of shock. Did he just lock them in here?

Her breath hitched. “You-You bastard”.

His dark chuckle, the sounds of the blaring security sound systems and the horrified shouts of the prison guards all blended into a very dark symphony. It was the theme song to her worst nightmare.