I tugged on the arm of my sheer fabric dress to reveal the dark bruise on my arm. I got it from falling out of a prisoner’s bed the day before. It was sore to the touch and hadn’t yet turned purple on its way to healing itself. I was desperate for a night off. Perhaps this imperfection would convince the monster surveying the girls to pass on me.
The monster snorted, still a little tired from his earlier battle. His eyes finally came to mine. I quickly looked away and cursed myself for losing track of myself again.
He pointed at me with a hand home to a nest of sharpened black nails.
“That one,” he growled.
Shit.
I stepped from the dais. The monster didn’t wait for me to join him. Instead, he turned on his hooves and marched toward the hallway. Before I could step forward to follow him, one of the other girls grabbed me by the arm.
“Careful,” Harper said. “He’s Egara.”
Egara.
I turned to peer at him and appraised his muscular frame head to foot. In good shape to be sure, but no better or worse than a lot of prisoners.
I shot Harper a look. Concern was etched clearly on her face.
The rumors about the legendary “Egara” were as terrifying as they were fascinating. He was what the girls referred to as a “jackhammer.”
Once he started, he didn’t stop, pushing each of the girls far beyond their usual physical capabilities. He used them for his own pleasure but unlike many of the other inmates who might talk the talk, Egara could actually walk the walk.
He’d been with many of the girls on the stage and liked to pick a different “flavor” each time he won a fight.
The girls talked. We were all aware of the challenge he provided. I wondered if I would fare as badly as they had.
“Take this,” Harper said, taking something from one of the other girls.
It was a vial of lubrication farmed from a plant called a ghastic.
I gulped.
“You’re going to need it,” Harper said.
I nodded my thanks and took it from her. With no pockets to conceal it in, I cupped it in the palm of my hand.
I joined Egara at the exit and felt a little unsteady as I moved through the hallways at his side. The other prisoners leered at me, nodding approvingly.
My thoughts were on the approaching night.
I was in, as the rumors liked to say, for the fuck of my life.
When the riot kicks off and the prison is hurled into chaos, no one knows what they’re doing. No one but the Devil. He has a plan to escape and takes Agatha with him.
With the prison guards hot on their tail and closing fast, will the Devil trade her for a shuttlecraft and freedom? Or will he accept the burning passion growing between them and their destiny as fated mates?
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SAVAGE IN THE CELL
Book Two in the Fated Mates of Breeder Prison series
by Tammy Walsh
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