Cellblock Heat
“Do not let her touch you ever again.”
“Why not? She’s my…girlfriend. You’re just my sneaky link cellie.”
The rage in Jordan’s eyes is volcanic and terrifying. He takes a step closer, voice dropping to a threat disguised as a promise.
“Try me, Preppy… and I swear I’ll kiss you in front of every guard, every inmate, every pair of judging eyes in this hellhole. Then we'll see who you truly belong to.”
Quincy Laurent—alias, richie rich—had the kind of life people envy. He's got a future paved in gold. One mistake shattered it all. Now he’s Blackbridge’s prettiest, trapped in the same cell with Blackbridge's most chaotic, Jordan Vex.
Jordan is everything Quincy is not. inked, dangerous, magnetic, a walking storm with eyes that see right through the armor Quincy didn’t know he still had. They clash instantly. Quincy hates the chaos Jordan embodies… and hates even more how drawn he is to it.
While the prison changes him, Jordan ruins him. And the desire he believes is a fantasy is tested when he finally learns who Jordan is.
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Chapter: Chapter 179: Flipped.Ramos Thud Thud.Thud…My heart raced at pains throbs on the side of my face, and I briefly close my eyes, trying not to get consumed with the pain. That will be more humiliating than kneeling before Jordan and having him tower over me.He had smacked me hard when he asked me to open my mouth wide open. His huge cock pointing to my mouth angrily, in waiting for me to do as he'd commanded. I'm beyond flushed, my skin is on fire as he cursed at me. And in all, my cock has been the only one aligning with his crazy thought. All the moves to make my erection die down failed. It would be a matter of time before Jordan knows I'm swelling up. “You shouldn't be this stubborn, rookie.” Jordan's deep voice rings out like a calm mock. “Trash that nasty ego of yours right now. Because the roles are switched now.” When I open my eyes, Jordan's so close to my face. So close that I now taste was cheap soap he used during shower and his muskiness. I’m staring at his pulse point, thinking critically
Last Updated: 2025-12-24
Chapter: Chapter 178: Ghost of the NightQuincyThe sky had darkened when we crossed out of Khad’s territory, the city loosening its grip inch by inch as if though it had finally decided to let me go. I had trusted Khad completely to erase those fuckers out of this earth by making their death look like a accident. That's what he's known for. The ghost hunter.I watched the duffel bag leave my hands and land in his. It was the close off of our bargain.“This is for upfront,” I’d told him. “Five hundred more when it’s done.”Khad had smiled the way executioners smile when they like your handwriting on the confession. “You won’t need reminders.”I didn't bother to ask how he'll do it. Or, when. All I know is that the mission is trusted and sure.Now the city blurred past the windows of the car, streetlights dimming one by one as if the night was clocking out. Rafael is behind the wheel this time, and he drives like a man escorting a bomb. He's careful and precise. And it annoyed me. I leaned my head back against the seat and
Last Updated: 2025-12-23
Chapter: Chapter 177: Ruffled RamosRamos Finding the key to Jordan's cell took weeks. Patience and plotting got me there. I waited till Quincy was out to bite him right in his fucking ass. I slid it into his cell door after lights-out, the click sounded louder than it should’ve. I tore the place apart methodically until I found it—the tunnel. His secret. His escape.Clever bastard.Now he’s on his knees in front of me, and the irony almost makes me laugh.I have my allegations on inmate 143 and 144, lined out and ready to be aired out to officer bill first thing tomorrow morning.But with how long I’ve been here, I’ve seen how they both managed to get past the prison system. Laurent does it with his father’s money. Jordan does it with his weird sense of charisma. That’s why I’ve kept everything I’ve seen bottled up for so long.I see the look on Jordan’s face each time I slip through he and his lover, slash, now-ex cell mate. I feel he seemed slightly irritated, and slightly irritated by my keen-eyed.Since Quincy got
Last Updated: 2025-12-22
Chapter: Chapter 176: Day Off ShebaraQuincyIt's been ten days since I got out of Blackbridge. I've been wrapped in luxury so thick it almost suffocated me. Stacy's arms, as well.I've had to fake that perfect couple thingy for these ten days, as well.The point is, I'm kinda good at faking stuff. So, it's no biggie.I can manage to pull this stunt for a couple of weeks. Fuck, even for months, knowing a day would come when I will be the done and fed up.I'm talking about my entanglement with Stacy.This frustration isn't due to the blue balls I'm having every night. Or, the fact that I miss the great orgasms I got when I was locked up in Blackbridge.Yeah. So, sometimes, jerk off under the shower to ease off some steam. And when it failed to go away, I indulged in strenuous exercise and ordered all sorts of continental dishes. The beach is my spot as well. During the day, I watch people surf, sitting far away from the ocean like a scared cat. And in the night, I stalk couples making love by the beach with my shades on.
Last Updated: 2025-12-21
Chapter: Chapter 175: Control is a HabitJordanI’m on the rooftop, pressing my spine against the cold metal of the air vent, like it might hold me together if I lean hard enough. The wind is vicious tonight. Sharp and unrelenting. I stripped down to my briefs and let it have me. Let it gnaw every inch of my skin..It’s easier than sitting still with my thoughts.Block C is dark. Lights out.I waited thirty minutes after it went dark, before I came up here, slipped away while the block was still buzzing with noise and bullshit. It’s not hard to guess why I needed the air. Or why I needed to be alone.All the reasons blur into one.The cell feels too small without him.And I feel too large inside it, like I don’t fit anymore.It’s been twelve hours since Quincy walked out of Blackbridge.Twelve hours since he became an ex-convict.I made damn sure I didn’t give myself time to think. Took every yard duty I could get. Volunteered for shit no one else wanted. I went from laundry to hauling, scrubbing, doing anything that soaks me
Last Updated: 2025-12-19
Chapter: Chapter 143: Escape Scheme Quincy Sneaking out of your own welcome party should feel…wrong.It didn't, actually.It feels like winning a racing game, and having a large number of NPCs cheering me on.The adrenaline hits me the moment I decide to do it. My body agrees with my brain that staying another second in Al Thuraya Ballroom will actually kill me. Or worse, trap me in a conversation about “my relationship” with Stacy, her manicured hand latched onto my sleeve like I’m a limited-edition item about to be recalled.The dance kinda saved me.After the dabke wraps up and the men are laughing, sweating, slapping one another on the back, the women take their turn. Music shifts. The energy changes. It's time for the women to come up on the dance floor. There’s a sharper rhythm now, hips and shoulders moving in practiced confidence, glittering fabric catching the light.Stacy is immediately swallowed by it.Her face lights up with so much enthusiasm. Her eyes are bright, hands lifted, body moving like she'd maste
Last Updated: 2025-12-17
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