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)
“Oh my God…” I weep.
Panting, I blink away the blur from my eyes and try to come back down to Earth. His form comes into focus. I’m aware of the floor again, the drab little chamber I’ve been taken to.
And with a desperate gasp, I look up at the warden. He’s running his tongue across his top teeth, staring down at me like I’m what’s for dinner.
And that’s when I realize…the warden is not finished.
He tosses the nozzle aside, and I gasp as he goes back down between my legs. More? He wants more?!
“My sweet honey…” he mutters before dragging his tongue up my line, wet sucking sounds coming from his lips.
I gasp. Fireworks go off in my mind. My heart nearly stops. My muscles tighten.
Sweet honey? Did he just really say that?
His tongue slaps me there again. My legs jerk. And when Killian rises up on his knees, he is a man possessed. His gaze is feral as he looks down at me, licking my gloss from his lips, eyes sparking as he tastes me.
“Why…” I manage to choke out, head spinning. “Why do you do this to me?”
Torture me. Tear me in two directions. That’s what I mean, but that’s not how it comes out.
His eyes narrow, and his face tightens. His expression shifts, chilling my body, despite the heat still sweeping through my limbs. He looks down and away, as if calculating something, then slowly shakes his head.
“You’re right…I shouldn’t have done that. I should take you straight to your cell. I’m the warden, and you’re a prisoner.”
Wait, I didn’t mean that—
But before I can blink, he has me by the wrists and is lifting me to my feet. My legs barely work, but I somehow manage to stand as he dresses me, covering me with my torn and soaked jumpsuit.
“Killian—” I stammer, but he cuts me off as he pulls me from the room. His walk is awkward, and I wonder if it’s because of the swelling between his legs. It’s impossible not to notice, but he seems to be trying to hide it.
Something in me makes me want to cry out. Beg him to turn and look kindly at me.
I slapped him! My behavior disappointed him. And that knowledge has a hole growing in my chest.
Why am I so desperate for this man’s approval? Am I more than just a bad girl to him? A prisoner? Does he actually care for me?
How could he? I’m just a bad girl, a prisoner, another inmate for him to look after. To discipline.
I’m the only female here, so of course he’ll take me as his own.
I hang my head as my legs move on their own. Killian is a walking enigma that I’m desperate to understand.
The hallway seems to grow darker and darker, narrowing to the steel door with a single barred window at the end. Two guards see us approach and stand at attention.
“Sir,” they both say.
“Solitary,” Killian says as they open the door. He pushes me roughly through, and my legs give out. I collapse onto the cot beneath me. “Until I say otherwise.”
I stare up at the cold walls, the rough cement, the single flickering bulb overhead, and start to freak out. The door begins to swing shut, the sound of rusty hinges grating in my ears, and I lose it.
“What’s the matter with you!?” I shout, tears streaming as I stare at Killian. “Why do you do this to me!?”
A better question that I can’t ask is why is he so handsome? Why, despite everything he’s done, am I still attracted to him? But in that suit, with those broad shoulders and chiseled jaw, what choice do I have?
I want more.
And judging by the way his pants are stretching, I can see he does too.
“Be a good girl,” he tells me. “And maybe things will change.”
5
KILLIAN
I manage to keep it together until I get back to my office. I even close the door gently behind me. But that’s when I lose it.
With a single sweep of my arm, I destroy my desk, sending everything on it crashing to the floor. My mug shatters against the wall, papers and forms fly everywhere. Even my computer monitor topples and clatters to the floor.
I’m hard and leaking pre-cum in my pants. The taste of Alice’s sweet pussy on my tongue has me beasting, lusting, craving more.
More, more, more!
I haven’t claimed her yet. I haven’t spread her sweet virgin walls and claimed her, and it’s absolutely killing me. I’m dying.
And I can’t be. I have a job to do. I’m the warden of Last Rites, not some unhinged inmate with a record. I’ve been trying to control myself but am failing miserably. It’s that goddamn testosterone again.
Everything was going fine. This place was all men and running smoothly. I was in check. Restrained. Then she crashed in like a comet, disrupting everything.