LOGINFive years later…I shift my feet in the grass, feeling its warmth as I sip ginger tea and stare out at the neighborhood trees. The flowers are in bloom, the birds are chirping, and my two sons are chasing each other around with sticks, pretending they’re both King Arthur. They go back and forth between that and Robin Hood.Watching them, I smile and place my hand on my fresh new baby bump beneath my dress. It’s hard to believe that a few years ago I was in prison, hopeless and afraid, and now I’m the mother of two with another on the way.I hear Killian’s familiar footsteps on the porch and go all fuzzy before I even see him. Everything about him is a piece of me now. He’s the key to my lock, and as his strong arm slips around my neck, my cheeks begin to prickle.We’ve been together for this long and he still excites me, just like he did back in the infirmary when he made me his.“How are you so gorgeous, my love?” he whispers, tenderly kissing my cheek. “Did God create you just to t
Since I arrived, I’ve been torn in different directions by Killian. And just when I thought I’d found solid ground, my anchor, I was whisked away again and left on my own.And the things those guards said…I shouldn’t believe them, but I’m floundering. Drowning. I don’t know what to do.The lock to my cell twists, a cold metallic sound, followed by the hinges creaking as the door swings open.It’s him. Killian. Suited and handsome as ever as he looks down at me.Part of me wants to throw myself into his arms. Another part of me wants to cry. Instead, I do the only thing I can do. Nothing.I stare up at the man who claimed me, waiting for him to act.Will this be the nice, caring, gentle Killian? Or the cruel, cold, punishing warden?“Why aren’t you in the infirmary like I specified?” His voice is flat. Not quite as frightening as the day I met him, but not warm either.“I…I don’t know…” I shake my head, my eyes falling to the floor. He steps closer, the sound of his boots ringing out
The guard’s hands are rough on my arms as he pulls me down the hallway. He’s squeezing so tightly it’s like he’s trying to rip the flesh from my body.I was still buzzing from my first time with Killian, so when the doctor came back to give me a real checkup, I was barely present. My mind was off in the clouds somewhere, dreaming, recounting his every touch.But then this man showed up, a man I’ve never seen before with a paper for the doctor. He grabbed me up off the cot, cuffed me, and dragged me away.“Where are you taking me?” I plead for the fifth time. And for the fifth time in a row, he doesn’t answer. He’s big and hulking and moves like a robot, pulling past rows of cells as men bang on the doors, whistling and cat calling.My stomach lurches. A wave of nausea replaces the thrilling high I was riding thanks to Killian.Where is he? I’ve never missed my cell phone so badly. If I could just call him right now and get an idea of what was going on, maybe my body would settle down.
As I walk back to my office, I want to laugh. I hold back of course and maintain my composure in front of the guard, but the urge is still there.I claimed her. She’s mine.My cock is still half hard, stuffed into my suit pants, forcing an annoying hitch in my step as I walk.I feel like a new man. The dull walls of the prison seem to glow beside me, and the cold echoes of my steps feel warm. Hopeful. And it’s all because of Nicole.This prison was built to house criminals, but it also became a cage for me. I used it to isolate myself from women. To retreat from the world. But she changed all that. And now I can feel things inside me returning, clicking into place like long discarded pieces.These feelings for her are foreign but welcome. No other woman has had me tumbling over myself like her. Even combat never gave me this adrenaline rush that I’m still coming down from.She’s the one. I’m more sure of it now than ever.But all that must be pushed from my mind as I reach the office
Oh my, this is really happening!He presses forward, and I feel myself open for him. At first, there’s discomfort. Soft flesh dividing for his enormity. But for some reason, it reminds me of the way he held me down in the shower and forced me through the discomfort, driving me to a second climax that I never thought possible.The pain that follows isn’t pain…it’s a stimulant. He’s so hard for me. He wants me. And as he groans, my desperation takes over.“Is it good?” I ask him. “Sir…?”“You called me sir,” he growls, dropping his weight down upon me. “Just like I told you…”“Those are the rules, right?”He pumps, spreading me wider, moving deeper in. The sting flares, but what follows is mind-blowing.“Goddamn, that’s a virgin pussy,” he snarls, his hot body tensing against me.“It’s good?”I want to please him so badly. It’s the only thought in my mind.“You have no idea,” he whispers, starting to thrust faster. “You’re perfect, angel. You know that? Doesn’t it hurt? Your first time?
Finally. Someone believes me!I almost can’t believe it. A single tear falls from my eye, but Killian wipes it away, shaking his head. “No. Don’t cry, Nicole. Everything will be all right.”He leans in, and the tension in the room snaps. The match lights, and a fire begins to burn in my chest. I look up at him, and he pushes me down on the bed and mounts me, one knee on either side of my face.A timid gasp escapes my lips as I look at it—the unmistakable bulge of arousal between his legs. The seams of his pants about to burst. The teeth of his fly spreading apart.“Those are the things I can do for you, Nicole,” he says. “But what I can’t do is continue to restrain myself.”“Killian…”“As warden of Last Rites, I should punish you for causing a scene today.” He extends his tongue and licks his lips, eyes flaring like hot sparks. “But I’ll take mercy on you, Nicole. Your punishment will be…”His voice trails off as he drags his gaze across my body, making me aware of every tiny inch.“P
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