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For the briefest moment, his words give me hope. But then I remember exactly where we are. He’s playing a game.

And damn him, it’s working, because I’ve already let more slip than I wanted to.

24

ALANA

I notice the difference the second we step foot in my cell.

It’s warm.

Warmer than out in Reid’s torture chamber, and warmer than it’s been the whole time I’ve been locked in here.

“What did you do?”

He chuckles. “What do you think? Turned the temperature up a little.”

“Does Reid know?” I ask, allowing JD to guide me to the bed.

“Contrary to popular belief, I’m not actually his little bitch. Yes, he might have more power than me and be able to call rank, but we’re a team.”

“Sure, you are. Correct me if I’m wrong, but you said something earlier about needing to hurry before he came back. He doesn’t know you’re allowing all this and we both know it.”

He spins me around and grips the back of my neck.

“Do we?” he asks darkly. “For all you know, he’s sitting up there watching everything we’re doing right now.” My breath catches in my throat when he leans in, his lip brushing my ear. “And if he is, you can bet your ass that he’s hard as fuck.”

I gasp as he tugs the towel that’s wrapped around me before discarding it on the floor, leaving me naked for him again.

“There are cameras in here?” I ask, realization slamming into me.

Shame burns up my neck, making my cheeks flame bright red as some of their previous words come back to me.

Why didn’t I figure that out earlier?

“Hear you scream my name in person.”

“Oh my God. You’ve been watching me. Listening to me.” It’s not a question. It doesn’t need to be.

It’s fact.

“Have we?” he asks, a naughty glint in his eye as his brow quirks in amusement.

Ripping my eyes from his, I look around the cell I’ve been locked in for days. But just like every other time I’ve studied it, I find no evidence of cameras.

But they’re here. I know they are.

Sliding his hand around to the front of my throat, he brushes his thumb over the line of my jaw.

“You’re mesmerizing, little dove. Can’t get enough of you.”

“Knowing you’re watching me is creepy, not hot, JD,” I snap.

“Oh, so your pussy isn’t wet thinking about us with our dicks in our hands watching you?”

Whatever he sees in my expression gives him the answer he was looking for.

“Exactly. You’re soaked just thinking about it. Go lie down, little dove. We’re not done yet.”