Chapter 9 9. Cooper - My sweet kitten 2

I would love to stay and play with her, but I need to go and talk to Matheus about her right now, while the Superintendent, Umar, is still unaware of her presence. Once he learns Jason has brought another woman, he will probably want to have his fun with my sweet kitten, then let all the correctional officers fuck her, and days later, when they get bored with her, they will finally give her to the inmates to do as they want with her.

It’s not the inmates who worry me, as they won’t hurt her, but some of the officers. I’ve seen what they do to women, and they've broken the spirit, sometimes the bodies, of more than one.

I need to keep my kitten safe, no matter what. I’m willing to do anything, even share her, which goes against everything a Duke stands for. But I am now a Rogue Duke, so fuck the rules.

Jair is in solitary confinement—he gets into trouble at least once a month—while Matheus is around here somewhere.

Convincing them shouldn’t be the real issue, but coming up with a good excuse as to why I didn’t take her to Umar right away is going to be difficult. He can have quite the temper when he gets angry.

“I need warm clothes,” she demands. “And food.”

The corners of my mouth rise. “As long as you’re willing to get on your knees or bend over so your ass can be fucked, you’ll get clothes and food, even a warm bed to spend the night in.”

It is true that the women here who are willing to fuck the inmates are well taken care of, but they are the ones who came up with the idea of using sex as a bargaining chip. But the ones who are a fit for angels don’t need to fuck or suck when they’re hungry or in danger—their men take care of all their needs. Well, as long as they have someone outside who sends them packages.

I’m lucky that my brother sends me stuff each month, but not all inmates are in the same position. Some have to do things I don’t want to think about in exchange for better food or clothes.

“¡Vete a la mierda!” she hisses.

I’m pretty sure she told me to fuck off. I like ’em feisty. And she’s a feisty little thing.

But I wonder what got her so riled up.

“How about we make a deal? You agree to becoming my woman, and I will provide you with everything you need,” I try to trick her, not telling her that she will receive everything she asks for.

“How about you get fucked?” she huffs, still pissed.

I should placate her, but I don’t have time for that right now.

“At least tell me your name,” I try to compromise.

Her eyes narrow, anger flashing in her brown pupils. “My name is none of your business.”

The corners of my mouth twitch.

I just found the perfect woman. She’s not only incredibly beautiful–with long black hair, red tips, gorgeous brown eyes, and a body that is meant to be fucked and worshiped–but she’s also not afraid to say what she thinks–even if I don’t always understand her. I’ve always been into women with strong personalities, because they match my craziness. She isn’t only a fit for my angel, but for me as well.

Out of all the places we could have met, she ended up here. It is fate. She was meant to be mine all along. But this place is not kind to anyone–especially not to women. No matter how hard the Rogue Dukes try to protect them, things happen. Bad things.

Undiluted hatred flashes in her eyes. She should reserve all that anger for this place, for it won’t be kind to her. It will try to break her, and she will have to fight back twice as hard if she wants to survive.

‘Ours,’ my angel claims her once more. ‘Protect. Bite. Claim. Bound.’

My heart–such a useless organ until now–suddenly vibrates with an obsession I’ve never felt before.

My sweet kitten has no idea what awaits her. She will be mine, whether she wants it or not. She is not only a fit for my angel, but he also wants to bond with her, which I want as well.

“Ah, sweet kitten, that is where you are wrong. You are my business. So is your name.”

“You don’t deserve to know my name.”

My kitten is being stubborn, and I don’t like it. Not one bit.

She isn’t the first to think that defiance is the only way forward. There were others just as stubborn as she, only to end up in the claws of Markus, one of the most evil people I have ever met.

She needs to learn that fighting me will only get her into trouble. Possibly killed. She needs to understand that doing what I tell her is the only way she’ll survive this place—at least until we get out of here.

I have to protect her from herself, even break her spirit myself if that means preventing Markus from finding out about her.

From the way her body still trembles, I assume she’s cold.

I shrug. “Then there will be no warm clothes or food until you drop the shitty attitude.”

“¡Vete al infierno!” she hisses like an angry kitten.

She probably told me to fuck off again.

The thing is, the more she fights me, the more obsessed I become with her, and the more I want her. I’m so tempted to flip her onto her hands and knees and fuck her ass until I fill it with cum.