Page 16 of Breaking Sanity (Hell’s Asylum #1)

Not Alley though, her head pops up from her bent position. She stands up, pops her hip out and crosses her arms. Annie’s hand tries to tug Alley’s shirt to get her to sit back down, to no avail. Alley stands her ground and stares at me down.

I will break that attitude Little One.

“Shower time,” I smile.

She is a solid foot plus shorter than me, so I get so close she has to crane her neck to keep her stare down going. It’s a power move on my end. I need her to understand that she is beneath me.

To my surprise, instead of fighting me, she gestures her hand for me to lead the way. I walk out with her in tow. Once we get into the hallway, I turn around to look at her.

Slap!

“You’re a fucking monster,” she says, trying to keep her voice lowered.

I shake off the stunned feeling seizing my body and the sting that rattles through my scars. Without thinking, my hand wraps around her neck squeezing in warning. All the broad does is smile at me in challenge.

You can’t snap her neck!

“You do that again-”

“And there will be dire consequences,” she mocks.

I release her and push her to the stairs.

If I was to respond to her, it would just escalate.

As much as I want to break her into submission, I can’t, per our rules.

If I do, I’m subject to disciplinary action.

Gunner would probably beat me to a bloody pulp.

Fine, whatever, I would let the little fucker.

He doesn’t bother me. It’s Baron, I have no intention of facing off with.

I know his methods better than anyone, even better than his claims. It’s been years but still not the experiences I want to repeat.

We go up two flights, go through the corridor, and finally get into the shower rooms. I swiftly walk to the biggest shower stall and rip the curtain off. She doesn’t get privacy until she learns to fucking behave. I turn the water on but keep it on cold, then march back to her.

“Lift your arms now,” I order her. She makes no move to obey. Nope, she just rolls those damn eyes at me.

Fine, we’ll do it the hard way!

I pull the knife from my side holster, gripping the collar of her shirt, I drag the blade through the fabric. I do the same with her sports bra, then shorts and underwear. Surprisingly she didn’t fight or struggle to get away. Once the torn fabric flutters to the floor, she covers her front.

I had planned on letting her cover herself and walk into the shower but the bitch flips me off. Granted I was eyeing her plump pushed up tits, so I should give her some leniency but fuck that. Alley needs to learn obedience. I grab her upper arm and throw her into the stall.

“Shower,” I order.

“Are you just going to stand there and watch,” she asks, turning her back to me.

“Yes, privacy is only for those who behave,” I inform eyeing her now wet body.

“Well I guess I won’t have any privacy then,” she laughs as she starts to wash her hair. Her back is still to me and she makes no move to turn the warm water on.

That’s a first.

I can’t help but stare. Alley isn’t my type, attitude wise but I can admire her body.

She has a thicker hourglass shape, and glowing skin.

Oddly her back has a slight tan but from her ass to her feet she is pale.

Her legs could rival Casper honestly. Her skin is almost flawless, with a few tattoos and several nasty bruises mainly on her side.

Gunner said that she threw herself out of the moving SUV, so her right side took the brunt of that landing.

She has hips that are perfect for holding onto while railing her from behind.

Her ass is plump, not overly but you would definitely notice her walk past you on the street.

Her thick thighs taper into the toned calves. I crave to see all of her.

“Turn around,” I order.

“No,” she snaps.

“Either you turn around or I turn you around,” I threaten.

“You can try,” she laughs.

There will be no trying.

I strip my clothes off and step behind her.

I can feel her body shiver as my skin touches her.

I grab her upper arm, spin her around and wrap my other hand in her hair, craning her head back and holding it directly under the spray.

It only takes a few seconds for her body to catch up and start fighting.

She is trying to push me off her with one hand and the other is clawing my wrist. The woman has almost no upper body strength so holding her in place is easy.

Except I will say she has some sharp ass nails.

I am enjoying the scene a little too much that I don’t see her leg move behind mine, kicking the back of my knee inward.

I release her and catch myself on the side wall.

She starts spluttering and gasping for breath.

When I look up she has huddled in the back of the stall, staring in horror at the water.

One fear unlocked- drowning.

“That is the last time I ask twice,” I say.

“We’ll see about that,” she remarks, her gaze darting from the water to me.

Before I take this any further and fuck her right here, I move to shut off the water. We need to get moving or we will be late. If we are even a second late, I will owe my shithead brother twenty bucks.

Gunner could be considered a gambling addict, but he doesn’t fucking lose.

I met him in Vegas one time with my unit after one of our deployments.

Let’s just say, he paid for all of our trip.

Didn’t have to spend a dime. So naturally, you’d think I wouldn’t make bets with him but people are different; unpredictable.

Plus I made the bet that we would be on time to her appointment so I could get her alone.

He was okay with it, just didn’t know I’d touch her.

Or get painfully hard watching her struggle to breath.

“Hey, I wasn’t done,” she exclaims, as I pull her out with me.

“You are. Now dry off.” I throw the towel at her and get one myself.

“I need to go get the clothes from the room since you barbarically shredded mine.”

“That is on you. I tried to undress you nicely but you chose to be difficult.”

“First off, barking at me to lift my arms is in no way being nice. Second, I am a grown ass woman not a toddler, I can undress myself.”

“I told you yesterday that you would listen and follow my rules or there would be consequences. Put this on,” I state, throwing the robe off the hook at her.

“As for you being a grown woman, yes you are, but your attitude shows you have the maturity level of an disobedient child. So you will be treated as such. Also, if you don’t start addressing me as Sir, I will throw you in an ice bath and hold you under. ”

“Whatever you say Princess.”

“Walk now,” I growl, pointing to the door. She finally keeps her mouth shut and moves out into the hallway.

By the time we arrive at Baron’s office door, Gunner is standing there with his palm out. I slap the twenty dollar bill in it and step inside with Alley.

“One minute late,” Gunner grins.

“Actually they are only 55 seconds late,” Baron informs.

“Leave Gunner.” I slam the door in his face before he can say another word.

“Are you staying for the session, Vaughn,” Baron asks confused.

“Yes,” I snip.

I move to the corner behind his desk and take position parallel to one of my men. I always keep at least one of them in here with him, because I don’t trust these women. None of them have tried attacking Baron, but something tells me Alley just might change that.

“Good Morning, Alley. How did you sleep,” Baron starts. Her response is to stay silent but maintain eye contact as she sits on the couch.

“Alley, for this relationship to work you need to talk to me.”

Still, she remains silent.

“Answer him Little One or I will-”

“You’ll what Vaughny,” She snaps. “drown me more?”

“Yes, but I will put you on your knees and fuck that mouth of yours first.”

Baron shoots me a deadly look for even threatening that.

I know damn well that unless she truly steps out of line with me I am not allowed to touch her, but I want to.

Neither him nor Gunner will do anything about that mouth of hers.

No matter what they say, both have a brat kink from hell.

Alley is their perfect brat. Any hope I had of them completely taming the bitch is out the window right now.

“Well unfortunately for you, I am a piranha and I will bite your dick off the second it touches my tongue.”

“Vaughn,” Baron steps in my way of getting to her. “If you wish to stay, I am asking you to please remain silent.”

“Fine,” I grit, taking a step back.

“Now, where were we,” he starts again. “How’d you sleep?”

Still no response. The sign that Baron is getting annoyed is the slight clenching of his fist. Alley catches the movement and the corner of her mouth slightly lifts.

It quickly drops as he sits uncomfortably close to her.

He swiftly grips her knee, spreading her legs, and places his hand under the robe.

She just gasps but doesn’t make any move to stop him.

Based on the slight movement in his arm and her hitch in breath, he is tracing her slit.

It’s a warning that she either talks or else.

It’s a strange tactic for Baron, but Alley isn’t the normal prisoner.

“Talking to you doesn’t seem like it would have any benefit for me.” She finally acknowledges him.

“Why do you believe that?”

“The state of my roommate.” Alley throws daggers from her eyes at me.

“Ah, sweet Annie. I miss her voice.”

“See there is nothing good that comes from opening up to you.”

“Annie’s fate wasn’t from my doing. I wasn’t the one with the knife.”

“Semantics,” she grumbles.

She takes a sharp breath, telling me he’s entered at least one finger. Her eyes turn to slits glaring at Baron. His arm starts to slowly move back and forth.

“Don’t,” she snaps, finally trying to close her legs and push my brother away.

“Then answer my questions.”

“I slept great. Like a baby.”

“Don’t lie to me, Kukla.” His arm jerks forward. Probably adding a finger in the process because she lets out a small whimper.

“It wasn’t terrible, considering the circumstances.” She tries to keep her tone even.

“How are you feeling this morning?”

“Besides being a little cold,” shooting me another dirty look before looking back at Baron. “And your fingers unwelcome intrusion, I am doing okay.”

Baron removes his hand and places three glossy fingers to her lips. “Now open up and suck. If you bite, it won’t be my fingers invading that sweet cunt of yours.”

She does as he instructs her to.

“Good girl,” he praises, moving back towards his desk. “Now let’s begin. How did you develop that talent of yours?”

“My dad.”

“So he molested you?”

“No.”

“Elaborate.”

“He didn’t molest me.”

“Who did?”

“Not him.”

“Alley,” Baron sighs, rubbing the plastic mask back and forth across his forehead. “I highly suggest you drop the little acts of defiance. It will not help you here, nor will it benefit you on your one-on-one time with Nikolas. He doesn’t respond well to it.”

“Well that’s between him and I then. Next question.”

“What happened in the shower yesterday, before you attacked Mel?”

“I was thinking and she rudely interrupted.”

“What were you thinking about?”

“Things.”

“Vaughn,” Baron turns to me. “It seems Alley isn’t wanting to have a civil conversation today. We will try again tomorrow after she sees Nikolas.”

“Hall now,” I bark. She dashes for the door but jumps back when she opens it. Still standing there is Gunner.

“That was quick.” That smug look on his face makes me want to put my fist through it. Since he got back, he has done nothing but tell us she won’t submit anytime soon. Then proceeds to try and make bets. I’ve already lost to him twice.

“Baron and I need a minute.” I swiftly close the door, leaving a very pissed off Alley in the hands of my brother.

“He was right. She isn’t going to make this easy,” Baron says, taking off his mask.

“I know, but don’t tell him he was right. It’ll only boost his ego more, Baron.”

“I think it is too late for that.”

“Why did you end the session?”

“I have self-control and know when to walk away.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning Vaughn, she was trying to push my buttons to the point of getting me to snap. She is smart and will test boundaries.”

Baron picks up the side lamp on his desk and throws it straight at the wall. He doesn’t usually have outbursts of rage and break things. So for him to be smashing one of his lamps means she struck a nerve.

“So instead of smashing her face like I just did to that lamp, I let her go.”

“I see.”

“I need you to put her in solitary. Only let her out tomorrow morning to shower and clean herself up, then let Nikolas have at her. He’ll probably end up putting her in medical, so once she is out, stick her back in solitary for a week.”

“You want to isolate her?”

“Yes.”

“Well then, if it curbs that attitude of hers, I am all in.”

“We need to keep her fed.”

“It looks as if she could skip a few meals.”

“You are starting to sound like Melinda.”

“Do not say that again,” I warn, getting in his face. His response is to smile in triumph. And he accuses Alley of being an antagonist.

“Boss,” my guy interrupts.

“What,” I snap.

“We have a problem.”

FUCKING DAMMIT!

“I’ll put her in solitary but wait until after Nik is done with her before you go at her,” I instruct heading for the door.

“Oh, and Vaughn?”

“Yes?”

“You ever touch or threaten Alley again, and we will have a repeat of high school.”

With that I leave his office. When I enter the hallway, I find Gunner yanking Alley back by her hair. She spins around only to go face first into him. His nose is bleeding and his eyes look as though his gaze will set her on fire.

Jesus, does she ever quit?

“Baron wants her to be in solitary; will you take her? I have urgent business to attend to,” I bark.

“With pleasure,” he says. He lets go of her hair and quickly throws her over his shoulder.

“Motherfucker,” she starts to fight to get free. “LET. ME. FUCKING. GO!”

He slaps her ass, turning on his heel and walking down the hall. After they have turned the corner, I head off towards the security room. A loud slap fills the air, followed by a grocery list of cuss words followed by Gunner’s maniacal laughter.