Page 28 of Alpha Chained
“Wouldn’t put it past them.” He seems completely unfazed. “Parker is…”
“A vile, sick, twisted, disgusting piece of motherfucking work,” I mutter.
“Yes. That.” He pulls me right up against him, and I don’t resist. Because of the cameras…if there are any. I shudder. “Don’t let it get to you,” he says.
“How could I not? The man could be listening in on us right now.”
“Yes. He could.”
Shit!
I nudge my face into the curve of his neck and moan low in my throat. “Mmmm… That’s so good…” My nose brushes up against his jawline.
God, he smells incredible…even directly after waking up.
“What are you doing?” he says beneath his breath.
“In case he’s listening…” I moan again. It’s pretty convincing.
“I think it’s a bit late for that, don’t you?”
“You were the one who said we needed to put on a show.” I slide my hand over his chest, my palm cupping a mound of muscle.
“Raura…” he rasps. It might be a warning. Or something else.
“Mmmm…” I give another convincing moan.
He’s gone stiff against me. “Raura, you—”
“Time to get up, sleeping beauties.” Parker’s voice is like a dash of cold water. He’s standing in the doorway, smirking like the true asshole that he is. Riot pulls the covers over me and scowls at him.
“What do you want?” he growls.
Parker glances at his wristwatch. “Training, remember? You don’t think that your normal duties end just because I’m letting you get laid, do you?” He advances into the room, and Riot snarls. The man stops in his tracks. “Okay, okay.” He holds up his hands. “I’ll give you a minute to finish up…whatever you’re doing.”
“Good.” Riot eyes him balefully.
“Frankly, I’m surprised she’s still in one piece.” Parker eyes me with interest and earns himself a savage growl from Riot. He chuckles. “Fine. Ten minutes. Then my men will be here to take you to the training grounds. I want you prepped for tonight.”
“Tonight?” Riot frowns.
“I’ve planned another little…exhibition of your special talents.” Parker looks like he wants to rub his hands together. “Our guests have been so impressed that they want another taste.”
“You want him to fight again? But he fought last night!” I start to push myself up, but Riot tugs me down again.
Parker raises an eyebrow at me. “Well…would you look at that. Seems you’ve got yourself a groupie, stud.” He smirks at Riot, then claps his hands together sharply. “Ten minutes. Then I want your ass up and ready to work out.” He turns on his heel and heads out the door. It shuts behind him.
I look at Riot. “He can’t make you do that.”
“He can make me do whatever he wants.” He sits and then swings his legs from the bed.
“But that’s not fair!” I shake my head. “You hate it. I know you do.”
Riot’s shoulders roll in a shrug by way of an answer.
I can’t stop watching him. The way his muscles move smoothly beneath the golden skin of his lean limbs. He’s perfectly at home in that insanely beautiful body.
He’s reaching for the jeans he tossed aside last night, but instead of putting them back on, he folds them carefully, along with his T-shirt, and puts them on the chair beside the dresser. Pulling open a drawer, he takes out a pair of gray sweatpants and a white tank top. He steps into a pair of snug boxers. They mold around the hard lines of his ass.