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Chapter eleven

Nadia

Present

A t first, I thought he was going to kill me, like really kill me, if I’m going to be honest, but the longer he stars down at me I can tell he needs this just as much as I do. He may look pissed off right now but beyond the glare he aims my way, I see lust and a fire that is in dire need of quenching. When his hand tightens around my neck, I know that his ‘turn’ is going to be me, and I am going to let him have whatever the hell he wants.

The hard surface of the wall caused my duty belt, baton, and other gear to dig into the small of my back, sending a pain across my senses that I did everything in my power to ignore. Then my tactical vest felt as if it was shrinking, my lungs fighting to expand though his hand pins my airway closed.

I need air.

I need to breathe because I feel like I have been suffocating my whole life, and though he holds my throat unyieldingly, I feel relieved. Kace can take it all away if I allow him to, if I let him keep squeezing until the cartilage in my esophagus cracks and I can no longer draw in a real breath.

I’d gladly let Kace control the next inhale, and the one after that, and the one after that. Because, what if he stopped? What if both of our minds change in a split second and he is no longer touching me? What the hell do I do if I lose the warmth of his body against mine? The strange feeling of security that I feel from the way he holds my consciousness in his hand is intoxicating.

That’s something I can’t risk, not when every part of me screams for this man.

“Breathe, snitch,” Kace seethes.

He has put up with my shit for so damn long, I’m surprised he hasn’t pulled my throat from my neck yet and held it dangling from his grip. I know he hates me; despite the things he’s said since we have walked into this room. I’ve ruined years of his prison life, while simultaneously trying to keep him in one piece, just so I can do it some more. Yet when I thought he was in that cell burning, or he was hurt somewhere else in the prison, I decided I cannot do it anymore. I can’t sabotage him, he sees me. Sees how damaged and unforgivable I can be, and still has not made the choice to hurt me and leave me to rot.

“Kace…” I squeeze out in a partial breath.

Heat crawling up my neck, creeping over my jawline into my cheeks, staining them with a deep pink blush. I am practically punishing myself by not breathing at this point; it is much deserved. Lifting my hands, I curled them around his wrist, holding onto him; covertly ensuring that he doesn’t let me go. When he steps into me, my heart rate skyrockets, fear and anticipation fighting for dominance in my head.

“I am so damn tired of your shit, Nadia. Sorry, Officer Pierce . I’ve tried to keep my head down, to be a good inmate, yet you just kept on fucking with me. You’re like a damn child, trying to get my attention because no one else will give you any. Is that what you want, Nadia, my attention?”

My tongue darts out, wetting my lips as I nod frantically, hands tightening around his wrist with a slight pull, lifting me up on the toes of my boots to decrease the distance, and hope he’d not only come closer, but he’d push harder into my throat.

“I love your honesty, Nadia. It’s very unbecoming of you, however—being so fucking desperate for attention that you have to torture a man who has no other choice than to take your bullshit. You and I both know that this line shouldn't be crossed, that your livelihood is hanging in the balance; yet here you are, still begging like my good fucking whore.”

Shit, he’s going to walk. He’s going to shove me away, and my so-called honesty will have been for nothing. Never mind him calling me a whore, it doesn’t feel as degrading as it does outside of these prison walls.

Kace leaned in, drawing the tip of his nose along my jawline until he came to rest in front of my ear, his breath spilling over the sensitive skin there when he spoke—a bit quieter this time.

“Good thing I’m already in prison and the worst they could do is slap on another charge because I’m telling you, I’m not giving you up for a fucking thing, not when you look so needy for me.”

Ohhhh, the way my stomach did that little flip just now, you know the one I’m talking about?

God, I am pathetic.

Seriously though, I could have a man outside of this institute. A man who could take me on dates and tote me around in his stupid six-cylinder car while trying to get attention by revving the engine, one I could sleep next to every night, one that would give me a family and who I could do the whole white-picket-fence thing with.

Here I am though, so enraptured by a convicted killer, and I am dying to taste him. Even if Kace didn’t intentionally kill that girl, and it was an accident, the law said otherwise, and I am standing here eating it the fuck up.

Kace chuckles, his fingers squeezing a bit more, cutting the circulation off to my brain and giving me that delightful lightheaded feeling. All I can think about is him—his sharp blue eyes, his platinum hair, his scent, how good he felt in my hand the other week. Maybe… maybe if I was a good girl, he would let me have him—all of him.

“Do you want something specific, Nadia? This is your only chance to ask.”

“Y—yes.”

“Go on then, what is it? Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck. Please, Kace. You, I want you.”

“So pretty when you beg, Nadia. Vicious and controlling, but so fucking beautiful. I can see right through you though, I know there’s a little girl in there somewhere that was hurt beyond repair and the only way she can survive is by being ruthless—by turning into you.”

Am I fucking glass, is he my therapist?

“Don’t talk about me like that. You forget who is in here because they have no choice, and who can leave whenever they want.”

“There it is, that smart-assed mouth of yours.”

Using his other hand, he roughly brushes his thumb along my lips, smearing what little moisture there was across the tender flesh. If I wasn’t biting them before, I sure as fuck am now; trying to scrape the taste of him off me with my teeth, dying to have him on my taste buds.

Kace chuckles, watching me with an amused expression, a smirk pulling at the corners of his delectable mouth. He is obviously having fun with this—asshole.

“Beg some more, pretty girl. I want you to hear how hopeless you sound, hear the rasp in your voice as you plead for me to make you feel something other than all that emptiness.”

Good god, he’s going to unravel me. The way my heart aches at being so seen, being read like the last book he would ever lay eyes on, and his fingers caressing every page until they reach the end.

“Kace pl-please don’t do this to me.”

“Don’t do what? Touch you… kiss you… have you quivering in a heap on the floor after I devour you? After I make you scream my name, make your voice go mute?”

“No.” I groan, pushing my heated body to his.

“Explain because from where I’m standing, no doesn’t quite seem like the right word.”

“Please don’t let me go.”

As soon as the words fall out of my mouth, I know that I no longer care—care about the rules, the limitations, the consequences, absolutely nothing. He is right, I’d give him whatever the fuck he wants as long as he follows through, and I return home with his fingerprints bruising my skin.

“So eager, snitch, just how I like you.”

I start to protest but my words are silenced when his lips crash against mine, my eyes slam shut in response, and my stomach flips low in my belly again. I can feel his hand fluttering along the pulse points of my neck, like he’s trying to hold me in place but not allowing me to fade out. Parting my lips, I open, allowing his slick tongue to plunge into my mouth and sweep across my own.

Fucking hell, he tastes good, cinnamon—I want to drown in him.

I can’t help but lean into Kace, almost completely away from the wall now. The barriers of my uniform and his jumper doing little to contain the heat I feel radiating from the both of us. Dropping my hands, they drift to his stomach where I clench the loose fabric there in my fists, itching to feel everything he has hidden beneath the orange layer.

Breaking from the kiss, his grip loosens from around my throat, and for a split second, I want to breathe a sigh of defeat, but then his hand curls around the front of my duty belt, and with a jerk, Kace yanks me flush against him. Both of us huffing as we collide together. Unsure of where to look, I stare at his chest, feeling him unbuckle the metal that held my belt closed, followed by the button, and then the zipper pulley.

I’ve never hated clothes so much in my whole damn life. I almost need him to rip them the hell off me.

“Kace, hurry,” I urge. Not because I was fearful of getting caught, but because if I didn’t get him between my thighs, I am going to lose my mind.

He didn’t speak; instead, he made quick work of the buttons of my shirt, and ripped it open to expose my sports bra and the boy shorts I wore, skin crawling from the cool air that now spills across my flesh.

“So practical, Nadia,” Kace taunts.

“Shut up, inmate, and fuck me, we don’t have time…”

And just like that, I was silenced again. Two of his fingers shoved into the heat of my mouth until the tips caress the back of my tongue, making me to gag. Clamping my lips around them, I suck and tease my tongue along the rough finger pads in return.

Teeth scrape and nibble while he watches with the wildest look in those gorgeous blue eyes.

“You have any idea how many times I have stroked my cock to the idea of your smart-ass mouth wrapped around me? I can’t wait to slide deep into your throat and feel your tongue panic against my skin. That’s what brats get for being so fucking mouthy.”

I refused to stop the needy moan that vibrates his fingers just then, steadily sucking while I rub my thighs together, the crotch seam of my pants providing a slight bit of pressure, but lord knows I need so much more.

With a wet pop, Kace pulls his hand away, my teeth nearly scraping across his fingers, but in the absence of them, a single string of saliva broke away and fell down my chin. There I stand, half bare, and so damn turned on, but he still wasn’t throwing me down and fucking the hell out of me. No, instead he looks me over which is starting to make me uncomfortable.

Can he see further into who I am? He already knows too much, but I feel like all of my secrets would tumble out of my mouth if he looks any longer.

“K—Kace.”

“Shut up, Nadia. You say nothing but please, thank you, and moan my goddamn name, do you understand?”

“Wh—”

This time, both of his hands reach for me. One grips my face, his fingertips dig into my cheeks, as his other wraps in my ponytail. Instinctively, I began to push and shove at him, but just when I thought I was going to get a good hit, he shoves me down to the ground. My hands barely caught me even though he held my head tight and the abrupt jolt sent a dull pain down my neck and spine.

Fuck, that hurts!

Groaning, my fight or flight kicks in harder. A little too late, but it is there, now that my hands are pushing and swinging, legs trying to lift me up from the floor despite the pain of the cold concrete ground digging into my knees. Snagging the front of his jumper, I yank on it, causing a few buttons to fly open, and the two sides began to part.

“That’s it, just like that—fight me.” Kace rumbles with a laugh.

Quickly releasing my face, my cheeks bloom red where his fingers have been digging into my flesh, a sharp slap ricocheted across my left cheek within a matter of seconds. All my struggling came to a screeching halt, stunned that he actually had the balls to hit someone.

“Open your mouth, like a good girl, and I won’t slap you again.”

“F—fuck you!”

“Even better.”

“Don’t you dare,” I grumble.

“Or what? I’ve allowed you to manhandle me, Nadia. You’re not as strong as you think you are and that’s alright, I like that defiant and hateful attitude of yours. Really gets me going.”

What an asshole!

Scowling, I reach up for his wrist, digging my nails into his skin, and then jerk. If he is going to slap me, I am going to make him bleed.

“Pitiful,” he snaps.

Feeling him tighten his hand in my hair, he pulls me forward and closer to the center of the room, forcing me to crawl across the dirty floor. My belt dangling and clanking with each rushed movement. Then he is behind me, his free hand grips the back of my uniform pants and drags them down with my panties in tow, exposing my ass to his hungry gaze. Fire spread across my ass when his hand rained down several slaps, their loud snaps echoing in the hollow space we were in.

“KACE!”

“Atta girl, just what I want to hear. Again.”

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

“Fuck!”

“Almost, try again.”

Slap.

“Kace, please!”

“Good girl.”

Holding me in place, though I can’t see, I can hear him pulling open the front of his jumper and then reaching inside. He places one knee between my spread legs, and bent the other, resting it over my hip. Goddamn, he’s so close I can feel the heat rolling off of him.

Drawing my head back, I about lost my fucking wits when he slides the blunt tip of his cock between my labia. The anticipation of him ravaging my body made me dig my nails into the stonework with impatience, and despite the grip he has on my hair, I try to push back to him.

Slap.

I moan.

“Be still, whore.”

“Please, please. God, I need you.”

“God isn’t here.”

What a fucking ass—

The moan that ripped from my mouth just then would have rattled the windows if there were any in here. His cock surged into my body without a second of hesitation. The sting of him spreading me open sent a shock of pleasure through me; the pain making my nipples harden and start to ache for their own stimulation, even though they are confined behind my sports bra.

“Ohhhhh, fuck. Look at that, snitch.”

He drew his hips back and slowly pushes deeper into me, my hips canting just enough so I could feel every single inch rake in and out of my wet pussy. Oh, fuck, indeed.

The hell did I get myself into?

Kace groans, his hand releasing my hair only to push down between my shoulders and guide my upper body down to the floor. It was cold and contrasted the heat I felt between him and I, but it was probably the only sturdy thing I can focus on when he pulled his hips back only to snap them forward, shoving in as deep as he could go—then again, and again, until my wetness coated him and he set a harsh pace. Slamming into me, giving the anger and hatred he had for me their pound of flesh.

Closing my eyes, I rest my cheek against the floor while he holds my hips with his rough hands, fucking me without abandon. The sounds of his skin slapping against mine, as crude as they were, only made me wetter and desperate for more. Every collision with my back wall making my walls squeeze tight around his cock.

“Ease up, baby,” He cooed between panting breaths as one hand slid down the small of my back where a slight sheen of sweat started to gather. He began tenderly massaging me like it was my skin that refused relax, instead of it being the hunger I had for him that wants to consume him whole.

“You’re so tense, you’re still squeezing me too hard.”

Releasing my hip, he snake's his other hand around and slid a finger between my lips and then over my clit where he rubbed firm circles atop my hood to help me relax. I was not stiff because of what he was doing, I just… I don’t know. I don’t want this to be revenge, I guess. I know I messed up in the hallway with him, I know I need to stop treating him the way I do, I know he shouldn’t want me and that he’s only doing this to get retribution, but a piece of me didn’t want to let him go.

“There we go,” he mutters, his finger still sliding over my clit as his pace picks up again.

“Dammit, Nadia. You’re doing so good for me, baby. The way you tighten around me, and how well you take my cock, it’s driving me mad.”

“K—Kace.”

“Yeah? Use your words, tell me what you need,” he panted.

I can’t think, let alone consider what in the hell I need. What I know is that if he stops, I will crumble. Squeezing my eyes tightly, I huff in time with his forward thrusts, the heat of my breath fogging the first inch or two of concrete in front of my mouth.

Then he stops.

SHIT! No, no, no.

I want to open my eyes, to look around and shame myself but little did I know that this was about to get more degrading. It is bad enough I am face down, ass up, in a random room of the prison with a killer; I didn’t need to see it too. That was until I felt pressure on the side of my head. Wide, lengthy, and dirty?

Finally prying my eyes open, my pupils blew out wide seeing his shoe pressed against the side of my face. Eyes flicking up to look at him from where I was being pinned to on the floor, in confusion and panic, only to see a grin.

“Eyes on me, Officer Pierce.”

Then he was moving again, his balls slapping against my swollen clit. Each thrust, hard and unforgiving while holding me to the floor with his foot, and his cock threatening to break me in two.

“Oh god, Kace!”

“That’s it, snitch. Taking all this cock like the whore you were made to be.”

WHY DID MY PUSSY JUST FLUTTER AT THAT!?

I am losing my fucking mind, figuratively and metaphorically.

He is right though; I am squeezing him in quick bursts. Pressure building so damn low in my stomach that I feel like it is going to drop out of me if he reared back too far. But it didn’t, and I kept taking him, over and over. Little cries and moans filling the space around us and the tiny space between our bodies; my orgasm preparing to crash into me without hesitation.

“K—Kace, I’m…. Imma.”

“Fuck yes, come on, Nadia. Come for me, baby. Holy shit, yes, just like that!”

I was screaming over my orgasm halfway through his encouragement, his name on the crest of my lips, pussy tightening as hard as it could around him which only made his next few thrusts more devastating than the last ones. I blank, not able to think of anything other than the way he is making me feel. The fog that is clouding my mind, allowing me to feel absolutely nothing but pleasure. No worries about consequences or the terrible day I had—stress over bills, annoying inmates just beyond the doors, nothing mattered— just Kace.

“I’m going to come, Nadia,” Kace pants.

“Going to breed this sexy little cunt of yours one day, but not now, I want you wearing me since you were so kind to let me do the same.”

“P— please.” is all I am able to muster, the rest is up to him.

Kace quickly withdrew from me, letting his cum—coated cock rest along the crack of my ass where he thrust a time or two more before he erupted. Cum spurting from his flared tip, landing along my back in white hot bliss as he too moaned through his orgasm.