Steaming Desire - Melissa Young

Chapter Three - Kiara

I moved on quick legs down the stairs to the cells with both bowls in my already frozen fingers. I tried to get my breathing to even out, but the fast-paced movements to the lowest part of the ship made it pick up again. I opened the heavy door with my foot, and it crashed against the wall behind it with a loud thump. The hinges had seen better days and were now almost covered in rust, I was surprised that it had not fallen off yet.

"Who is there?" It was the blonde haired man, I could tell from the roughness in his voice. A hard tug toward them made me quicken my slow steps without my consent.

"Just me, asshole." I decided to be a little shit, they had done nothing to deserve my respect. A sneeze started to build somewhere in my nose from all the dust in the damp room, tickling my senses. I continued toward them and the cell came into view.

"What did we do to get the honor of seeing your delightful face again?" The darkest of them, of course. If his voice had contained any more venomous sarcasm, I would have laid on the floor spasming. But since he treated me like an insignificant little bitch, I was going to get down to his level and play his game.

"Absolutely nothing but since we need you, I have to give you food." He cocked an eyebrow and stood up from the small bench, shoving a hand through his thick hair as he did. I squinted to see the other man and recognized his figure by the back wall.

"What do you need us for?" I scoffed and fished out the key to the cell from my pocket with my pinkie.

"Not you, him," I lied. He wetted his lips and allowed a smirk that made my pants soaked to dance over his lips.

"You're lying." He leaned against the metal beams while still facing me. I rolled my eyes, who does he think he is? He doesn't know me.

I placed the bowl from my right hand on my left arm to be able to unlock the door. Neither of them lunged toward the open door, I had almost expected it. If I had to be down here I would have tried to escape the first chance I got, if not for the bad company then for the stench. Did my threat that we are in the middle of the ocean stick?

I closed the door behind me and took a step into the unsanitary cell. I gave the men their bowls at the same time, and they had the almost exact same reaction. The one difference was that the blond one's lips dropped into a deep frown and the other ones lifted into a cocky grin while both wore equal glimpses in their eyes.

I frowned and drew my hands back. The blond one's nostrils flared before he seemed to compose himself and looked me square in the eye.

The dark man released a short chuckle, and it echoed through the air that was thick to the point of no return. They shared a look as their expressions made them turn into the same person. Both men wore grim smirks and pupils bigger than their egos.

"Who did you fuck?" The darker of the two asked and slurped deeply from the dish in his hands. I almost choked on my own breath before I could answer.

"What?" It was the most stupid reply to an even more stupid question but the burning hot pole that my brain shoved down my throat made speaking almost impossible.

"I asked," he stopped drinking and creased his nose, "who did you fuck, darling?" The blond one bit his lip and looked down. The nickname almost made smoke shoot out of my ears.

"I didn't fuck anybody." He chuckled and took two steps toward me, pressing me to the metal with his body.

"See, darling," his breath, like a wave of cool water in my face and his dark hair moved along with his actions, "if you are not good at lying, you shouldn't do it. You smell like sex." I tried to look up into his brown eyes again, but before I could, he closed them and leaned down to my ear. His soft lips moved up and down the shell of it and drew a shiver that echoed through my whole body.