Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
I nod feverishly, tingling all over as heat radiates out from my center. Knowing I’m pleasuring him has me on fire.
He reaches back and reveals his phone, unlocks it, and shows me a livestream of countless cameras in the prison, showing men in their cells, men in the yard, men in the cafeteria.
“Made for me,” he repeats. “Not them.”
God, I don’t know what to do with myself. He’s talking so dirty to me, and I barely know how to take him.
But seeing all those men on the screen, knowing they can’t see me, and knowing what they would do to me if they had the chance, awakens a side of me I never knew existed.
“Not them,” I mewl as my private muscles clamp down and I erupt, screaming as more slick gushes from my hole, making a wet, slapping sensation with every thrust he pounds into me.
His eyes widen, like he wasn’t expecting me to go off so soon. I feel his hardness flex inside me, stretching me as I grip him tightly like a fist.
I stare up at the screen—all those men who want me. But they can’t have me.
“Only you can have me,” I whisper.
“Alice, I’m going to come inside you. I have to.”
I nod. “Do it. I want to feel it, sir.”
“You’re not on birth control, are you?”
I shake my head, the fire raging in my chest as his girth grows and grows until I’m sure he’s going to burst.
“No. Why would I be? You’re the first to ever have me, Killian.”
Shooting like a star, I clench down tighter around him. His head snaps back, and his fingers snatch a fistful of my hair. He seems to double in size as he goes off. And that’s when I feel it.
A powerful jet of hot, sticky wetness that sprays into me, coating my walls, driving in like it’s going for my womb.
“I’m gonna get you pregnant, angel,” he whispers, his face twisted tight in rapture as he goes balls-deep in me.
I clamp my thighs around him, pulling him closer.
“Do it,” I tell him as he erupts inside me. “Do it!”
I’ve never felt more elated, more thrilled with anything I’ve ever done. Pleasing this man is the height of my life. Knowing how badly he’s wanted me and seeing that want on his face now—feeling it expressed between my thighs—it’s almost too much to handle.
I’m bawling. Not from despair but from pleasure. Delight.
He used to be pulling me in two directions, but now I only feel one.
The one that leads straight to him. To something more.
He thrusts once more, so firm and so deep, as if locking us together for eternity, then envelops my lips with his in the most ferocious kiss imaginable.
This time, I know how to kiss him back—or at least I try.
I’ll learn. I’ll get better. I’ll be his everything and please him day after day.
And he’ll protect me. He’ll make things right.
I open my mouth to thank him, but there’s a knock on the door.
“Sir,” a voice barks from outside. “There’s something here that requires your attention.”
7
KILLIAN
As I walk back to my office, I want to laugh. I hold back of course and maintain my composure in front of the guard, but the urge is still there.
I claimed her. She’s mine.
My cock is still half hard, stuffed into my suit pants, forcing an annoying hitch in my step as I walk.
I feel like a new man. The dull walls of the prison seem to glow beside me, and the cold echoes of my steps feel warm. Hopeful. And it’s all because of Alice.
This prison was built to house criminals, but it also became a cage for me. I used it to isolate myself from women. To retreat from the world. But she changed all that. And now I can feel things inside me returning, clicking into place like long discarded pieces.
These feelings for her are foreign but welcome. No other woman has had me tumbling over myself like her. Even combat never gave me this adrenaline rush that I’m still coming down from.
She’s the one. I’m more sure of it now than ever.
But all that must be pushed from my mind as I reach the office door. It’s open, and I see a dark figure seated inside, his back to me. It’s been years, but I recognize him immediately.
Chad Dickson…
“Do you need me to stay, sir?” the guard asks. I shake my head.
“No, you can go.”
Flexing my hands at my sides, I walk coolly and calmly into my office. Chad may be a prick, but he’s skilled at reading people. I can’t show a single sign that might make him suspect something has changed.
Which is going to be difficult, considering my entire world has shifted.
“Chad,” I mutter as I circle around to my desk and remain standing. He’s got his lawyer, Dillon Bernier, with him. Of course he does. Chad is a man who can’t handle his own problems. “What can I do for you?”