The Prison Project Chapter 75 – Moaning Panic

Margot’s POV

“You scared of me, Margot?” he asked so openly, and something in the way he said my full name – clear, deliberate, untouched by any pet name or softness – turned my blood to ice.

Margot… Not Bella… Not right now…

He only called me that when he was deadly serious, or dead set on making a point.

I nodded, a breath I didn’t even know I was holding escaping my lips. “Yeah,” I whispered.

Which wasn’t a lie.

The man absolutely terrified me on a daily basis.

But then he smiled… Not kindly. Not sweetly.

Like he was pleased by my answer. By my honesty.

Like it turned him on… made him feel good… ticked all of his boxes…

Because then, he kissed me again.

Smashing his lips against mine.

It was slow at first, teasing, barely a touch, a smirk dressed in affection. Then it exploded. Heat, tongue, teeth. A desperation so raw it stole my whole breath.

Coban’s hands gripped my hips and in one forceful movement, he spun me around and pushed me back onto the mattress, his body following with a weight that made me gasp as his mouth devoured mine again.

I didn’t even fight it.

Maybe I should have.

But I didn’t.

I let him take control of me again, as he held his own weight above mine effortlessly.

My knees bent instinctively as his body settled between them, one hand gripping the mattress beside my head, the other tangling in my hair before sliding lower, across my neck, down to the curve of my chest.

He went lower, just as alarm bells began to ring in the back of my mind, before his hand instead slid underneath the fabric of my vest, climbing back up towards my chest.

He cupped me roughly, groaning when I moaned into his mouth at the new sensation – unable to hold anything back.

This was all new to me. A rush of adrenaline I had never quite felt.

Then came the squeeze, deliberate, hungry, his thumb pressing in and rubbing my nipple just enough to make me arch up into him.

“Oh God,” I breathed out between kisses, becoming putty in his large, rough hands.

I hated how good this felt.

I hated that I wanted more of it, too.

That his touch made my skin feel like it was begging to be set on fire. That the thrill of being beneath him, under his size, his power, sent a shameful rush through me that pooled between my thighs and spread through my body like poison…

I was just like the rest of them now. The desperate, wide-eyed girls who threw themselves at the monsters inside these walls, as though this entire project had been given to them as a gift from above…

And I was supposed to be better than that.

I actually believed that I was here for the right reasons – to make a better life for myself. To earn money I could have only ever dreamed of before…

Suddenly distracted, feeling as he kissed down my neck, biting softly near my collarbone. “I could make you feel so fucking good, Bella,” he murmured, voice ragged. “You just have to let me.”

Tempting…

His hands moved greedily now, tugging at the hem of my vest to pull it upwards, freeing my breasts completely, bringing them out on full display for him.

I immediately grew shy, but I didn’t have much time to react before his mouth was on them, licking and sucking at the tender skin and sending me into a frenzy…

I sucked in a sharp breath, as he sucked on my nipples with the wet of his tongue dancing across them, causing my hips to rise on instinct.

“Coban,” I whined, dizzy, melting, terrified by how fast my mind was growing foggy.

He groaned in response from hearing his name leave my mouth, clearly lost in it too, his hands exploring my body and flesh entirely…

He squeezed me again, harder this time, and I cried out into his mouth in utter pleasure from the small gesture.

That sound did something to him…

He instantly wanted more…

Needed more…

And horrifyingly, a part of me wanted to give it to him right here, right now.

Until a thought slammed into me like a hammer hitting a nail…

What if this all meant absolutely nothing to him?

What if I was just one of many he had done this with before?

Just another fling to help pass his time here on the inside?

Maybe he had a queue of girls on the outside waiting for him to be set free?

A fiancée perhaps?

A wife even… yet there was no ring… I already checked.

But that didn’t mean anything in here…

What if I gave him everything – my first time, my heart, my soul, my literal virginity – all for him to disregard me like last week’s old newspaper afterwards?

No! No, no, no, no!

My panic was instant, slicing through the haze like a blade. I shoved at his chest, twisting my face away from the kiss, trying to breathe through the thunderous pounding in my ears.

“What the fuck?” Coban growled, breath hot, eyes wide, his body trembling with restraint, or rage, I couldn’t exactly tell.

“I… I can’t,” I stammered, already pushing myself up onto shaking elbows. “Please… we have to stop this now.”

His body tensed like a steel trap above mine. “Why?” he snapped. “What’s the problem now, huh? Don’t act like you weren’t into it!”

My throat tightened as a tear betrayed me, slipping from the corner of my eye.

He saw it.

Instantly, he recoiled, putting space between the pair of us as he stood back from me as though I had just burned him… which, technically, I had.

“I didn’t force myself on you,” he barked in a rage, climbing off the bed like I’d just slapped him. “You kissed me back. Don’t start playing this game, Margot.”

“N–No,” I sobbed, pressing my palm to my forehead. “I know that. I know you didn’t. I just… I need a minute to think.”

I staggered up onto my feet, chest heaving with the pressure of holding back a full breakdown.

What was I doing?!

His eyes were still locked on mine. Wild. Disbelieving. Confused for the first time since I’d met him, which sent a pang of guilt through me from the look on his face alone…

I couldn’t explain it. Couldn’t make him understand the tangled horror in my chest – the fear, the shame, the spiraling doubt about going too far with a guy like him.

So I didn’t even try to talk…

I stumbled to the bathroom door, rushing inside, and slammed it shut behind me, locking it before my knees hit the floor beneath me.

And then I cried.

Hard.

Because I had gotten in too deep, way too fast, and I didn’t know if I could claw my way out of it now without destroying myself in the process…

He had me.

I was already his.