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My heart beats loudly in my chest as I wait, tugging the blanket I used to hide my face closer. I can hear the distant drip of water slapping off the floor from a leaky pipe, the far-off murmurs of prisoners too cooped up to be silent, and the rush of my own blood through my head.

If we get caught, we’re fucked.

But I trust Miss Steel, and I trust the power of money. There are no guards in sight. No one to tell me no or pull me backward as I see shadows approaching. Even from here, I recognize Killian when I see him.

Broad shoulders, head held high, confident steps. This place hasn’t taken a thing from him.

The man escorting him turns and walks away when Killian is halfway to me, and only then do I reach up to lower the blanket.

“Roo?” he whispers loudly, a smile overtaking his face that’s so distracting I almost miss the relief I see there.

He looks tired with dark circles under his eyes that weren’t there before and a five o’clock shadow that makes me want to jump him, but I refrain as he jogs over and grips my face with his handcuffed hands. “You’re here. How?”

His mouth crashes to mine before I can even attempt to respond, and I don’t pull back until my knees are weak.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” I whisper, throwing my arms around his neck. “Donna paid the guards but you’ll have to be back in your cell by next count. Are you okay? Are they hurting you?”

He exhales a small laugh and kisses me again, showing me just how much he missed me more than any words could. “I’m okay, baby. Especially now. Fuck, you smell like home.”

He buries his face into my neck and inhales so deeply I know he’s trying to memorize it, so I don’t push him. “We’re gonna be fine, okay? You’ll be back home soon. Donna is trying to get your trial sped up or at least get the judge to change her mind about bail.”

He nods, a shaky breath leaving him before he pulls back to look at me again. “I’m sorry you fell for me only for me to break your heart. When I get out I promise to spend the rest of our lives making up for it and staying so close to your side you get sick of me.” He forces a laugh. “Steel seems really confident that I’ll be a free man when it’s all said and done. Just please... don’t give up on me.”

“Does it seem like I’m giving up? I know who you are, and what you did. And that’s half the reason I fell in love with you in the first place.”

His shoulders relax, his chin dipping slightly in agreement. “So is this a good time for me to say I told you so about the whole falling in love thing?”

Grinning, he backs me against the wall step by step until the blanket falls to my feet and I feel the cold concrete behind me.

“No. I told you sex would complicate things, and here we are. That blowjob caused us to burn dinner and then you got caught.” Smirking, I grip his chin and pull him down into a messy kiss, whispering, “I didn’t even get to come,” against his lips.

Killian grunts into a heated kiss, then nips my bottom lip playfully as he drops to his knees. “It’s been killing me that I didn’t get to make you come before all this. How long have you been wearing these panties, love?”

“Long enough to make you happy.” I lift my plain black dress up just enough to give him a glimpse, biting back a moan at the noise he makes when he leans in to rub his face against my pussy. “Goddamnit, Joey. How am I supposed to survive without having you every single day?”

He tugs my panties down and helps me out of them one foot at a time, stuffing them into the pocket of his navy blue prison pants so quickly I know I’ll never see them again. “Drape your leg over my shoulder.”

Fuck, this isn’t why I came here.

Okay, maybe a little. He looks so sinfully hot down there with his cuffed hands and scruffy face that every illicit fantasy I’ve ever had comes to mind, and I brace myself against the wall as I give him what he wants.

I can’t take my eyes off him as he leans in and laps my wetness like he’s dehydrated and just as desperate as I am.

After that first swipe of his tongue all gentleness ceases, his teeth grazing my pussy before he sucks my clit into his mouth with a groan and reaches up to cup my ass with his cuffed hands.

It’s a struggle to keep my eyes open and my voice down as he takes me apart, makes my legs shake and my fingers curl in his hair.

One orgasm isn’t enough for him.

Two isn’t enough.

The third takes us both by surprise, and the animalistic noise he releases as I nearly fall over makes it sound like he might’ve come, too.

“Get up,” I whisper. “I need you.”

“Okay.” I feel his heavy breaths against my swollen clit, twitching when he places another kiss there and slowly gets to his feet. “Give me a sec,” he pants. “I’m about to blow.”

My fingers work overtime shoving his prison sweats down, seeing his shiny, wet cock spring up. My mouth waters with need as I drop down and lick him clean, relishing every desperate grunt that comes out of him and every needy twitch of his hips.

When I suck him in fully, I feel him stumble and brace against the wall, his cock pulsing on my tongue. “Joey. Baby. Fuck.”

When his legs begin to shake I know he’s about to get what he needs, so I tell my angry, throbbing clit to quit being selfish and bury his cock in my throat.

Killian mumbles out an apology a second before he releases straight down my throat, a groan echoing around us that has me worried, but Killian is too far gone to care. He pulls back to squeeze the base like he wants to hold off, but it’s too late. Multiple streaks of cum shoot out onto my face, my chin, my neck, even my dress before he’s pushing back inside my mouth to feed me more.

God, he calls this a disorder, I call it heaven.

It flips something inside me, something dirty and debased. I don’t care where we are, what he’s done, or what I’ll look like when I leave.

I keep sucking until I’ve stolen every drop from him, then look up to meet his eyes. “More.”

Drawing him back in, I play with his balls and lick his cock until he’s rock hard again, and when he fists his hand in my hair and tugs, I know that was just the appetizer. “Been too long. Give me that pussy.”

My legs feel like jelly as I stand up, but Killian doesn’t give me a moment to breathe. He spins me around, bending me over until I’m forced to brace myself against the wall, and swings his cuffed hands in front of my face.

The chill I get as the short, freezing cold chain connecting his cuffs bites my throat makes my thighs slip together. “Pull your dress up or I’ll rip it off you,” he growls, telling me he wants to play.

Oh, I’ll play.

“No.” Yet even as the word leaves my lips, I flip the fabric up to expose my ass. “Killian, not here. You’ve already made such a mess of me.”

“And what a beautiful mess you make,” he whispers into my ear. “Now get my cock inside that cunt before I lose my mind.”

Without waiting I feel him rut between my cheeks, the head of his cock searching for me desperately. It takes two tries to give us both what we need because I’m so fucking wet, but the moment the head of his cock is inside me, we groan in unison, relief coursing through our bodies like more than just our minds were craving this. “So tight. Have any of your toys had you?”

He sinks in further, making it hard to speak.

“N-No,” I admit. “I don’t want anything or anyone but you.”

“Fuck, I love you.” Kill slams all the way inside, the handcuffs digging into my throat as he pulls me closer, and my eyes flutter closed. “You’re all I need.”

I stop myself from asking him if he’s made any ‘friends’ in prison. I don’t want to know, not right now. And I trust him, anyway. I do.

But the answer becomes clear anyway as he fucks me like he hates me, like a starved man afraid he’ll never see another woman again.

Killian is mine, all mine.

“Do you know how hard I wake up every morning?” He slows to a grind, then pulls back to slam in again. “Hard for you and only you. You’re all I see. All I crave, and you own my mind, body and soul.”

The growl in his voice and the words he’s saying have me so close it’s a struggle to stand up, but I’m speared on that thick cock and trapped behind those cuffs. He has me right where he wants me, just like he has since the day we met.

“Have you come for me, Killian? Thinking about me, wishing your hand was my pussy, my throat, my ass?”

“No,” he admits breathlessly. “I tried once and couldn’t get there without you. I don’t want to come unless it’s with you. Everything good in my life is tied to you and I don’t want it any other way. You own me just as much as I own you.“

For a moment, he stops, leaving us strung out on the edge as those words hang between us. We were happy where we were, holed up at the edge of the world. And while the more rational part of me knows he’s guilty, no part of me believes he deserves this. The justice system failed, not Killian. Yet here we are, bribing and scheming our way toward stolen moments in some dusty, forgotten hallway, deep in the bowels of a federal prison.

He didn’t hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. And if they don’t find a jury who understands that, I may have to hurt everyone.

“Don’t come inside me,” I whisper, reaching down to rub my clit as the chain tightens around my neck like a noose.

“What?” His cock throbs in protest, making him immediately fuck me harder than he was before. “Your cunt is begging for my cum.”

“S-Sorry,” I grunt, bracing myself as his thrusts become almost violent. “What I should’ve said is don’t just come inside me. Cover me, baby. Give me something to take home.”

The next orgasm that hits me has a scream dying in my throat, the chains tightening to the point I can’t inhale my next breath.

Feeling him fall apart behind me is everything. He moans my name as he begins to come, thrusting his way deeper through the throes of his orgasm, and then he releases me and pulls out.

But he’s far from done.

I feel him stroke himself to completion, feel each rope of cum as it paints my ass, thighs and wrecked pussy, shooting up my back and dripping down.

I think he’s done until I feel the chain slap against my thigh and two thick fingers push cum into my ass.

“Breathe, love. I’m not done marking what’s mine.”

He fingers a little more inside and then rubs his cum into my skin, using gentle, almost soothing circles. There won’t be any part of me unaffected by him.

Maybe there already wasn’t.

“I’ll get you out, Killian. I promise. I don’t care if my entire family goes bankrupt hiring lawyers and paying for appeals if we lose the trial, I’ll get you out. Do you trust me?”

Killian turns me around to face him, his eyes locking with mine before he responds. “I trust you. I don’t want to make your lives harder or cause your family to go bankrupt, but I believe you when you say it. You’re so fierce about the things you love, and I won’t ever deny I’m lucky to be one of those things. If anyone can find a way, it’s you.”

I hope I can prove worthy of his trust, but before I can say anything else, the guard who brought him here bangs on a pipe down the hall. “Our time is up for now, but I’ll be back. Don’t lose hope, okay? Promise me. Promise me you won’t lose hope.”

“Wait,” he rushes out, grabbing my face so he can press his forehead to mine and drink me in one last time. “I love you, Roo. I promise I won’t lose hope.”

“I love you too. Now go, don’t get in trouble for this.” One more kiss later, I gently shove him away from me, knowing he’ll never go on his own.

I watch him until he’s out of sight, then grab the discarded blanket and force myself to head the opposite direction.

Donna meets me at the back door where she let me in, screwing up her nose when she takes in the sight of me. “What the fuck happened to you?” she hisses, but all I can do is smirk.

“Yeah. What the fuck indeed.”