Chapter 127 Coban’s POV
The foreign sound ripped its way loudly through the entire prison like a shotgun.
Ding. Dong. Ding.
Both of us jerked upright, the duvet falling down to our waists. Margot’s eyes flew wide, panic already written across her face as her eyes darted around at the walls as though someone was about to appear in a magic trick before us…
“What the hell was that?!” she gasped, clutching at the sheets like they might shield her from whatever the hell that noise was. Her reaction nearly made me laugh – it was the same tone you’d expect if bombs were dropping. But to me? It sounded more like a fucking high school, that grating bell that would ring out before morning announcements. That was a more accurate description for it…
“Relax,” I muttered, rubbing a hand down my face, though my body was still buzzing from the way she’d been curled into me seconds before – the warmth already dying. “Doesn’t sound like any alarm.”
But before I could elaborate, it came once again;
Ding. Dong. Ding.
But this time, a voice began to sound out through what I assumed were hidden speakers in the ceilings… It was a female voice, clear, and far too cheerful for this kind of a place.
“Good morning inmates and volunteers, this is just a new system we are testing out and we will only be using it to share important information with you all. Today, at noon, there will be a meeting to discuss your upcoming challenges in the project. Congratulations for making it to week two already! The guards will guide you all to your destination when the time arrives. Happy Monday!”
Margot blinked at me like the words had just slapped her awake. “New challenges?” she repeated, her voice thin with concern.
I gave a single nod, jaw tight. My gut didn’t like the sound of it either. What kind of fucked-up games were they about to dream up this time?
“Don’t worry about it,” I told her, though even I could hear the caution in my own tone. “We’ll handle it, whatever it is.”
Her brows furrowed slightly, but she nodded, trusting me enough not to argue or harp on it.
“Does it have to be so loud?” Margot then mumbled, as I sniggered at her complaint.
I dragged the duvet off my legs and stood, stretching once before cracking my neck to the side. “Suppose we better run our morning errands before this little party,” I muttered, already planning out what I needed to tick off before noon.
But then I turned around to face her…
And froze dead on the spot.
I was surprised I hadn’t noticed sooner too… Maybe too tired? Too distracted?
But there she was… Sitting there on the bed, sheets pooled low for the first time, bare legs tucked under her, her braid falling forward across her shoulder… and on her body?
My shirt, nothing but the long black material drowning her completely. The same one I had probably left tossed aside one night, now hanging off of her frame like it had always belonged to her instead of me…
My chest tightened, my cock stirring instantly, heat spiking up my spine.
The sight drove me fucking insane.
I didn’t know why.
But seeing my shirt on her loose, oversized, swallowing her in fabric but still managing to cling in just the right places – it drove me wild. Her smooth bare thighs were peeking out from beneath. Her hands tugging the hem down like she knew what she was doing to me…
She did.
I could see it in her eyes…
It was a bold move to make… One that screamed she wanted me to notice.
I stared. Couldn’t help it. My eyes roamed her slow, hungry, memorising every inch. Wanting every inch… wanting to give her every inch…
“What’s wrong?” she asked carefully, shifting under the weight of my gaze.
My lips twitched as I raised a brow. “New pyjamas, my Bella?”
The look on her face melted quick into realisation. Her eyes wide, her cheeks flushing that perfect shade of pink that always made me want to kiss her… to devour her…
“Oh… that?” she stammered, fingers twisting at the hem. “Yeah, sorry about that, I was just so tired and-”
I cut her off with a shake of my head, smirking. “I like it.”
Her lips parted, somewhat surprised.
“Let’s make that a new rule then, since you like my shirt so much?” I added, stepping closer until I was towering over the bed, my voice dropping low and teasing. “You sleep in my shirts from now on.”
Her blush deepened, her wide eyes flicking up to mine like she wasn’t sure if I was serious or just messing with her.
“Uh… okay… only if you’re sure…,” she breathed, her voice small but honest. “I was pretty comfy wearing it…”
I chuckled, low in my chest.
Fucking bold little thing…
Bold enough to steal from me, knowing damn well in this place, taking another man’s belongings could get you killed.
But her? She didn’t ask to take what was mine. She didn’t need to.
Because in that moment, I realised I’d give her anything she wanted, if she just asked me for it.
Anything.
Even the shirt off my damn back clearly…
“What’s happening to me?” I muttered under my breath, running a hand across my jaw as I took her in one more time.
She tilted her head, confused. “What?”
“Nothing, Bella.” I smirked, reaching down to pluck the hem of the shirt she wore, my knuckles grazing her thigh in the process. “Just thinking you look better in my clothes than I ever did.”
Her breath caught, her blush blazing now, and I couldn’t stop the hungry grin spreading across my face.
“Can’t promise I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you for much longer if you keep this up…” I stood back, shaking my head as she giggled shyly.
But what she didn’t know was that I meant it…
She was too fucking hot for her own good in a place like this.
Too innocent to handle what she thought she wanted me to give her…
She was my Bella, the virgin girl.
But perhaps she wasn’t as innocent as she seemed…
The Prison Project Chapter 128 Margot’s POV