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Chapter twenty-six

Nadia

I hit the ground running this morning—uncontrollable energy courses through me. I was up before my alarms ever started ringing too. Is this what normal people feel like when they get up for work, or am I just a different kind of fucked up now that I burned my dad’s house down?

It’s probably the delirium.

Stopping by the coffee shop didn’t take as long as it usually does either, likely because I came earlier but I’m going to take it as a sign from the universe, like your typical hopeful person. With my lips pursed around a cigarette, coffee in the cup holder next to me, I blare my radio with the windows cracked to let in a little bit of clean air as I smoke.

The way I feel right now, is so damn surreal— like light could shoot out of my ass right now and I’d giggle about it. I… fuck, I miss Kace. All I thought about last night was seeing him, those bright blue eyes of his and the rough stubble that sometimes ran over the curve of his jawline. The soft strands of his hair between my thighs as his tongue skirts over my oh so sensitive pussy.

Nothing, and no one, could have stopped me from touching myself last night, tossing and turning in the clinging sheets of my bed, the memory of his touch making my skin prickle and erogenous zones throb for him. At some point, he got beneath my skin and he can live there for all eternity for all I care.

Pulling into a parking spot, I hop out, shut the door, and lock the truck. Hooking the keys to my backpack so they didn’t get lost in my pocket or fall somewhere in the prison when moving through the checkpoints.

Sucking on the red straw of my iced latte, I cover ground quickly. Walking past officers that are heading out for the day, others who are coming in to start their shift with me as well, even other staff members. Once I reach the main door, one of the incoming officers holds the door open for the bulk of us before following up the group, so we could go single file through the main set of metal detectors. Everyone scans their belongings, and for the first time, I decided to leave the drugs at home— I have enough in my locker to sell if needed.

I’m not perfect, the proverbial leaf is still turning.

Back in the office, I pull my gear out of my locker, then shrug on my tactical vest. Attaching my duty belt around my hips, stuffing zip ties in the pockets of my BDU’s, and pulling on my hat today. Stepping in front of the single mirror a few lockers down, I check over my appearance, ensuring everything is in its place.

“Pierce, you’re on medical bay patrol today. We have a shipment of pharmaceuticals coming in. Cindy doesn’t want the inmates bothering her for things when she is doing her inventory so I want you to use that perky personality of yours and tell them to leave until she is ready to see them. Outside of emergencies, of course,” Clark orders.

He’s delegating orders today.

He may be a prick, but he has this part down pat, he will always have every square inch of the prison covered one way or another. While I may not like being away from C Block, sometimes I have to bite the bullet and put up with whatever bullshit Clark expects of me. I wouldn’t mind spending some down time with Cindy though, that woman is entertaining and so loving. It’s no wonder why the inmates flock to her, she’s heavenly.

Swiping a radio, I put it in my holster and slide the ear piece into my ear, attaching the clip to my vest, giving me easier access to the mic. Geared up, and ready to start my shift now, I exit the office and traverse the hallways. Rounding the corner I run into an inmate, both of us stumbling back.

For fuck’s sake, they need to put mirrors at the end of each corridor.

“Watch where the fuck… oh God, it’s you.”

Lucien stares down at me, expressionless outside of the tick in his jaw. He sets me on edge and not in the way I want to be. I refuse to shy away from him however, holding awkward eye contact while my hands rest at my duty belt. Right pointer finger tapping on it, itching to grab my baton.

“Don’t think about it, Officer Pierce.”

“Get out of my fucking way, Lucien, and I won’t.”

“You have a foul mouth on you, do you know that?”

“You sound like my father, you fuck with me the way he did, and you’ll end up the same predicament.” I threaten.

“Yeah, and what is that?”

“On his way into a six-foot-deep hole, now move, I need to get to my post.”

“Did you admit to committing a crime, Nadia? Color me impressed.”

“Did that do it for you? Heard you were dropped here for pleading not-guilty at your trial. You seem very guilty to me.”

Lucien steps closer then, hand reaching to hook under my chin and tilt my head back more than it already was from how it cranes to look up at him. He hooks the very tip of his pointer and thumb fingers into the soft tissue under my jaw, almost like he was trying to hold me like a fish.

“If only you knew what was happening around you, Nadia. You’d be a little nicer and wouldn’t run your mouth about things you cannot understand.”

“Why don’t you enlighten me, not like you can be charged again. Double jeopardy and all that.”

I swallow, the pain from his fingers probably one of the most uncomfortable things I have experienced here. Then with a slight pull, it was like he digs them in further and drew my jaw near his. Leaning in, he runs his mouth by my ear, speaking softly near the canal.

“I’d have to kill you if I told you and you’re so pretty to look at, I think the entire inmate population would come for my head.”

“Get your fucking hands off her.”

I nearly whip my head to the left, to see who was approaching us but I already know. His voice, the one that whispers the filthiest commands during last night's dream.

Kace!

“Who do you think you’re speaking to, friend?” Lucien snarls.

“You, now let Officer Pierce go before I make your problem my problem.”

“Interesting.” Lucien comments, finally unhooking his fingers from my jaw and stepping back. His hands shove into the front of his jumper while Kace steps up to my side. Though he doesn’t touch me, I know he is aching to by the way his eyes flick over the parts of my face Lucien touched. A look of concern filling his gaze warms my insides.

We both turn to gaze at Lucien and the strange fucker has a grin on his face, lower lip rolled in slightly where his top teeth pinch it. If he were a shark, the flesh would be shredded with how hard he is biting it. When he lets it go, his tongue wets the skin and he chuckles.

“Interesting indeed. I had an inkling but now that I have seen it with my own eyes… I’ll see you two around.”

We don’t say shit as he walks off, Kace’s hand sliding into mine. His fingers lacing with my own and giving a slight squeeze for comfort. When Lucien is out of sight, Kace turns back to me and nods his head.

“Let me escort you to your post. Don’t need that fucker bothering you again.”

“I’m fine, thank you though.”

“No need to thank me, baby girl, now come on.”

Sarcastic fuck.

With a slight tug, he pulls me along even if he doesn’t know where I’m going today. I follow behind him, looking around to see if we are in the view of the cameras or if others are watching us. He did say we need to be careful, that the other inmates know of our relationship .

After telling Kace where I am supposed to be posted for the day, we head for the medical bay.

Lifting his free hand, he places his pointer finger over his full lips that I haven’t truly noticed until recently. Effectively telling me to remain quiet while we slip past a busy Cindy. Sneaking into the back of the observation areas and pulling one of the curtains closed before he rounds on me. His hands cup my face, dragging me into a harsh kiss.

I melt into him, hands sliding up and down his torso as my mouth opens to him, letting him plunge his tongue deep inside. A desperate moan slips from my ravaged mouth when his arms snake around my waist and lift me from the floor.

Legs instinctively wrap around his waist— both of his hands grip me, one focused and kneading my ass while the other holds under my thigh to keep me hoisted exactly where he wants me.

Walking us forward, he sits me on one of the gurneys and pushes me back. Forcing our lips to pop free from one another, I can’t help but pout his name. My body is on fucking fire for this man—heat radiating from between my thighs where he grinds into me.

“K—Kace, please.”

“No, I don’t want to hear you begging yet.” He growls.

Leaning in, my heart stutters when he licks along the underside of my jawline. Where Lucien had his fingers digging into me a little bit ago. The spots are still tender to the touch but the feel of his tongue sooths and chases away Lucien's dreaded touch.

“I’m only going to tell you this once, so listen closely. You’re mine and if I ever see anyone fucking touch you like that again, I’ll slit their goddamned throats.”

“You promise?”

I can’t help but tease him, the bratty side of me wanting to see him go that far. Witness him find a good reason to be in prison outside of a car accident that snagged the life of some random governor's child.

With a grunt, he reaches for my face and pries my mouth open like he has in the past. Hovering over me, he moves his mouth then opens and spit into mine, the smack of the fluid at the back of my mouth making me jolt and gag.

“Nuhuh, swallow,” he hisses, my chest heaves as panic filled my senses. I struggle at first, but fight to get my throat working and finally swallow.

“Good girl. That’s my bratty little snitch.”

Reaching for my duty belt, he starts to unfasten it, leaving it hanging open before snagging the button and zipper of my pants. I watch like the good girl he just praised me to be. The sudden realization settling in, my hands reaching to stop him even though he keeps tugging at my clothes.

“Kace… stop, we—we’re in the med bay. We’ll get caught.”

“Shhhh, baby. Cindy will be on break in just a few, then I have ten minutes to make you scream.”

I’d usually protest, not trusting anyone, let alone a criminal, or a man who had me in a precarious position but fuck I want him so bad. I need him, beneath my skin, in my chest wrapped around my heart, his soul connected with mine until the light that warms the cosmos dies out, and even then, I’d still need more of him.

So, I let go, and let this man have every piece of me.

Keeping quiet, I writhe eagerly below him when he pulled my pants open and slid them down my smooth legs, pooling the black fabric around my ankles. Kace then lifts both legs and hooks his hands under my knees. Rolling me back ‘til the front of my shins press to the bed. Ass and my slick pussy bared to the eyes I know are devouring the sight of me.

“K-Kace…”

“Fuck, look at you baby girl. Such a pretty fucking cunt.”

A sting laces through me when he roughly slaps his hand against my throbbing flesh. The pain makes me yelp and thrash, followed by his admonishing shush.

“If you get too loud, we will get caught. You don’t want that do you, snitch? I don’t think you want any other officer, or the warden, finding you taking every inch of my fucking cock like the good whore you are for me.”

“N—no. Please, please, Kace.” I plead.

“You beg so beautifully.”

When Kace lowers his head, he drags his nose and mouth through the very center of me. His nose glides right over my clit, the groan he lets out vibrates against me just enough to make my breath hitch. Then, the fiend repeats the motion.

Is… is he rubbing himself against me?

If I could arch, I would, especially when his mouth clamps around me, sucking my swollen clit roughly into his mouth. Only to let it pop free from his lips.

Kace mirrors the motion again, and again, and again. Until feel my will alone can’t hold my screech back. Then the fucker goes and flicks his tongue rapidly against my entrance.

“Oh God, Kace.” I whimper as he continues feasting on my pussy.

“God’s busy today, I am afraid, finding your place in hell. Right next to mine.”

If that is where we ended up, I won’t mind. Wherever he goes, I want to be with him.

I bring my arms up under my back, using them to brace myself where he can keep me contorted in this position. When I settle, he releases one of my knees and pushes two fingers into my dripping cunt.

I bite down on my bottom lip, doing everything I can to keep quiet as he takes the pleasure he craves from my willing body.

Kace thrusts his fingers in and out slowly at first, then angles them when he curls his digits into my sweet spot— the invasion making my thighs shake.

“Oh baby… like that, do you?” He chuckles, and repeats the motion, but this time he sucks my clit into his mouth once more and bite down on me.

That was all I can take.

I cry out and thrash. My pussy clamps around his fingers, milking at them as an orgasm rips through me. My release floods his hand and when he returns to thrusting his fingers he doesn’t relent. Instead, he speeds up until I squirt my release all over his arm and hand.

Fluid drips down my bare stomach and my back, the evidence of my orgasm soaking into the front of his jumper as he grins like a devil before letting me down.

“That’s my girl, now let’s fill your cunt with what it really wants.” Kace croons.

With lust drunk eyes, I watch him while shivering uncontrollably on the gurney. He shrugs off the upper part of his jumper and lets it drop to his thighs, shoving his boxers down with it. Reaching for me, he rubs his hand over my release coated pussy then wraps that same hand around his cock—stroking from root to tip in long slides.

Jesus fucking Christ, he’s pleasuring himself with my cum.

“This isn’t going to be pretty or magical, baby. We will never have anything sensual and romantic, but I will do everything in my power to show you just how much you mean to me.”

Using his free hand, he grabs one of my knees and rolls me onto my side then pushes my knee closer to my chest, giving him unobstructed access to me. Gliding the tip of his cock between my labia, he stops right at my entrance and pushes in. Not stopping until his hips press flush against my ass and his cock fills every pulsing inch of my pussy.

“I— I don’t want sensual or romantic, I want to be consumed. I want my air to be yours. My screams to echo in your ears. My orgasms to belong to you.” I confess, my voice husky and needy.

“Shit—you feel so good. You’re strangling my dick already. You want me to give you a moment or do you want me to fuck you like this is the last time?”

“Last time, please. Make me feel you, Kace.”

“Yes ma’am.”

His hands grip my hip and thigh, drawing back he then snaps forward, colliding with the deepest part of me. The metal of the gurney creaking under us as he sets a harsh pace, the sound of his skin slapping against mine fills the space we were in. His occasional heady groans and my needy moans spurring him on.

I never want this to end.

Kace

Nothing compares to this woman before me.

She grips me with such force it would feel like skin ripping away from skin if our bodies were to part. The thought of never having Nadia again hurts. I know she didn’t mean anything about fucking her for the last time, but I would be a fucking liar if I said it didn’t make my chest feel hollow.

Pushing all the way inside of her, grinding forcibly against Nadia, I keep fighting to get deeper inside. The shit I feel for this girl is terrifying. The anger and fire that exploded inside of me when I saw Lucien touching her could have put the Earth's core to shame.

She is mine, there’s no way about it, Nadia Pierce belongs to me, and if there’s one way I can secure that, it’s breeding this cunt of hers. She can be mad at me later. I’ll apologize profusely then start thinking of all the ways I’m going to consume her as she rounds out.

Looking up from how perfectly her pussy stretches around me, I peer at the caged clock across the room. Calculating how much longer I have her to myself. I still need to finish, give her care, and put her uniform back in order so no one suspects anything.

Even if I’m not ready to leave her body, we only have about four minutes remaining before Cindy returns.

Letting her leg and hip go, I lean over, one hand cradling the back of her head as the other grips her jaw. I press kisses along the side of her neck before speaking lowly to her.

“I have to hurry, baby. Hang on, okay?”

“Mmmhmm,” she murmurs, cock-drunk as fuck.

Putting a knee on the bed, behind hers to keep it braced, I slam my hips against her. Over and over, the force and the friction leading to my balls drawing up tight.

I hate this… I don’t want to leave her.

“Fuck, Nadia. I’m coming,” I groan, stilling as the pressure becomes too much and I bottom out inside of her. My cock throbs and pulses in time with how her snatch squeezes and milks me—cum pumping deep within her. If I didn’t accidentally get her pregnant the first time we fucked, I’m going to fill her full of my cum every fucking time I’m with her until she is tied to me for eternity.

Pulling out of her, the sensations overwhelm my senses, I watch for a moment as my cum drips from her. Then my fingers start scooping it up and stuff it back inside of her cunt.

When I am done, I lift my hand up to my mouth and sucked my digits clean. The taste of us together nearly making me hard all over again.

I then tuck myself away and pull my jumper up. With a few steps, I grab a couple of paper towels nearby and wet them in the sink next to it. Returning to my girl and start cleaning the mess we made from between her legs.

I can see her trying to regulate her breathing, her fingers twitching at first then her hand eventually moves to rub down the outside of her thigh.

I want to watch her like this all day.

Tossing the towel, I pull her from the bed and set her on the side, drawing her pants back up, tucking her shirt in, buttoning, zipping, and buckling her belt. She deserves so much more than anything I can ever give her, but I’ve always been a selfish man and that isn’t changing today.

Cupping her face, I pepper soft kisses to her kiss-swollen lips. Some of the skin angry red from where she was probably biting them to stay quiet—my good fucking girl.

“Come on, baby. I’ve got to get you out of here. It’s time to come back to Earth.”

“Mmmm. I— I dun wanna.”

With a chuckle, my thumbs brush over her cheeks as I commit this moment to memory.

“I have the rest of my life to give to you.”

“Your life is in prison, Kace.”

Nadia starts to come around then, and I be a mother fucker, that hurts. She’s right but I am in denial. We can make this work. She can go to another prison and work there—no because I would only ever see her at visits. I won’t have access to her, but if she stays here, I risk everything.

Maybe that’s what love demands, risk.

“Cindy is going to be back any minute. Go to your post and I’ll clean this up. Can… can I see you before you go home? Please? I think it is time we had a serious conversation about where this thing is headed.”

“Yeah, I’ll meet you in the rec yard after chow tonight. I’m off at 1900.”

“Alright, go on.”

As she walks away, a little unsteady but that only makes me smirk. I set on my chore of cleaning up the area. Cindy will know that something went on in here but she won’t truly know what.

If I know Cindy as well as I think I do, she will have her medical assistant redress the bed out of the sake of being sanitary, so I don’t have to worry about that.

Dropping several paper towels on the floor, I swipe across the white tile with my boot, soaking up Nadia's release before tossing them in the trash, wash my hands, and scrub some of the water across my face. As much as I want to bathe in her, I don’t want other inmates being able to smell her like I do.

Finishing up, I dry my hands and race to the door just as Cindy was stepping in.

“Oh, Kace, what are you doing in here?” Cindy asks.

“I’m sorry, Nurse Cindy. I got a cut and Officer Pierce let me wash it off with clean water right quick. I’ve only been in here a minute or so.”

“Oh? I’ll have to have a talk with Officer Pierce, she knows I don’t like people in here, even if it’s just you. It can get me into trouble.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I kinda swindled her into it.”

She stares at me momentarily, her blonde brow arching over her right eye before she sighs.

“Did you get your cut taken care of or do I need to look at it?”

“No ma’am, all is well. I will get out of your hair. I know restock came in and I don’t want to burden you.”

“Very well. I will say, however, it is nice seeing you whole and not being dragged in here after getting beat up again.”

To help dispel the tension, I laugh, swiping my hand through my unruly hair anxiously. I’m getting good at this lying shit—maybe I’ve always been good at it.

“Agreed, I rather like not having to spend so much time in the company of your medical bay. No offense.”

“None taken, young man, now get out of here. I have things to do and the day is still new.”

“Yes ma’am,” I answer.

With a smile, and a salute, I step around her and the curious medical assistant. Her inquisitive eyes running up and down my jumper, for her sake I hope it’s because she notices the wetness on the chest of my clothing and not checking me out. I know my vengeful guard well, she won’t handle her ogling me.

Racing out of the medical bay, I start off toward gen pop when I hear her sultry voice behind me.

“Inmate,” Nadia calls out.

“Yes, Officer Pierce?”

“Go get cleaned up. Your jumper is dirty.”

Though her mouth didn’t budge, I can see the smile in the demon's eyes.

Ten fingers and I’d be damned if I’m not wrapped around every one of them.