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She wasn’t just an inmate—she was a wildfire behind bars. The kind of woman who made
The guards look twice, the kind of woman whose smirk promised trouble and delivered
heat.
From the moment she walked into the common room, she owned it. Leather boots, hair
tousled perfectly, eyes daring anyone to challenge her. But the way she glanced at me
through the security bars? That was a challenge I couldn’t resist.
The nights were the worst. Locked in our separate cells, every creak of the corridor, every
muffled laugh, became a signal. And when the guard passed just out of earshot, she would
whisper my name, a tease that left me shivering.
Inmate In Lust
She knew how to play her power. A lick of her lips, a subtle touch on the steel
bars—suddenly I was her prisoner in more ways than one. My mind spun with the
forbidden thrill, knowing that nothing could happen openly, yet everything was a
temptation, a game of control and surrender.
When the night finally fell quiet and the other inmates slept, she leaned close to the bars,
letting her breath brush my skin. The heat between us was electric, impossible to contain,
and I realized that in this place where freedom was taken, desire had no limits.
Some nights, you survive. Some nights, you lose yourself. With her, losing never felt so good.