Xavier slammed the heavy metal door, the magnetic lock clicking into place with a finality that echoed through the small, utilitarian room. The moment the sound died, he turned and pinned Arlen against the cold bulkhead.
He grabbed the front of her jumpsuit and ripped it open, the cheap fabric shrieking as buttons scattered across the deck. Arlen let out a sharp gasp, her back arching against the vibrating wall as he bared her to the dim, red emergency lights.
"Are you ready?"
"I want to feel something other than fear." She didn't wait. She reached down, fumbling with his belt.
Xavier grabbed both of her wrists, slamming them above her head against the metal. He kicked her legs apart, forcing his knee between her thighs.
"You're not a Warden anymore," he whispered, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "You're just mine."
He released her wrists only to shove her down onto the narrow, hard mattress of the officer's cot.
