LOGINDaniels pov. I recognized that shank immediately- kids in there would cut a knife out of any metal they would scrounge and sharpen. He did not even speak, but leaped, thrusting his shank right against my chest. I had hardly time to twist and strike my shoulder rather than my heart. The pain was immediate, a burning cut as the metal passed through the skin and the muscle but my survival instinct kicked in and I caught his wrist so that he could not stab me again. We pulled and pushed over that silly little knife and the rest of the inmates stepped aside not wanting to get caught up in some kind of mess that would lead them to solitary. I was able to kick him in the stomach so that he fell forward and I had time to pull the shank out of his hand and cut his arm--just to protect myself. He screamed and stumbled back and then the guards saw what was happening. Yelling at us to get on the ground, they ran at us, batons in hand. The man who struck me was bleeding at the arm I had c
DANIEL'S POV The last time they released me out of solitary had to be an assignment to a new cellmate since Eddie demanded that they transfer me after my escape attempt left me too risky to be around in his comfort. The new cellmate was a man by the name Marcus and he was full of tattoos which pointed out that he was part of one of the gangs that were holding dominion in the prison. He was not much of a talker in the first few days, and this was all to my liking, as I was not at all interested in befriending the person I saw would be likely to stab me on my slumbering back were he to receive the command.It was Marcus, who informed me of Vincent being able to reach him within the prison because it seemed that the news had leaked out that I was the one who had confessed to having killed the parents of Vincent Cole before the live television. Marcus replied that there was at least a dozen inmates who owed someone a favor, who were going to be coming after me at some point in time since
DANIEL'S POV The most terrible thing about prison was not the bed of low quality or the food that was terrible or the constant noise that made sleeping a joke. It was the soul-destroying routine that kept on reoccurring day in day out with no possibility of that changing in the future. I rose at 5.30 each morning, when the guards banged on our cell doors to inform us it was time to have a breakfast, and I would jump off the narrow mattress which did not cushion my back against the metal frame beneath me as Eddie, my roommate, moaned on the bunk above me. Eddie had been doing 15 years in armed robbery and had been long enough here to know all the unwritten rules that had kept you alive in a place like this. During my first week, he informed me that there are three primary gangs that controlled various areas of the prison and smaller groups that threw their support to a group to gain protection. He did not twist that word until later--that Vincent Cole was connected with one of thos
Mia's povI sobbed what seemed to be an eternity before I managed to come to myself enough to shower. I stood in the hot water, and attempted to take off the Diego hand-touch vibes. It failed, however,--it was more than skin deep. No soap could wipe that disgrace in me. I managed to slip out, put on comfortable clothes, and sit on my bed and stare at the walls. I had nothing else to do.It was at that point that I realized what my predicament was. I was jobless, skillless, and had no means of earning money, but a debt of love that now was like a jail. Daniel never allowed me to work since he would boast how a wife did not need a paycheck when he could provide everything. It sounded romantic then but now I realize that it was still another means by which he subdued me. Career? None. Support? None.The moment Daniel was arrested, the government also froze all his accounts, and thus I could not get access to the money that was keeping our life going. The mansion, the cars, the staff all
Mia's pov Not you with your nakedness in my bed, he said, gravelly. His fingers dipped over my folds, and I was wet again. He rubbed my clit with slow circles moving inside to lubricate his fingers and then rubbing them against my lips. I swallowed them to the last drop, and tasted my arousal with his previous load.Diego moved, trapping my top leg on his thigh to open me up. His cockhead was pushing at my entrance teasing then he forced his way in with a single stroke. I gulped, and the walls wrapped round his waist, rounder than ever in this position. He stuffed me to the brim, his balls squashing my ass as he bottomed.He began gradually, drawing out half way and pushing in again, so that I could feel every inch of him scraping my inside walls. His hand that was not tied was stroking my breast, and pinching the nipple to the extent that I moaned. I responded, keeping up with his beat, wet noises of my pussy taking his cock filling the room.Fuck, you are tight like this," he groa
MIA'S POODiego's mouth crashed back onto mine, his tongue sliding between my lips to tangle with my own. I moaned into the kiss, tasting the faint bitterness of beer on him, my fingers digging into the firm muscles of his shoulders. He pressed his body against me, and I felt the hard bulge of his cock straining against his jeans, rubbing right against my thigh. Heat pooled low in my belly, chasing away the chill of loneliness that had gripped me for so long.His hands roamed down my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts through my thin top. I arched into his touch, wanting more, needing him to erase every hurtful word Daniel had ever thrown at me. Diego broke the kiss just long enough to yank my top over my head, tossing it aside. His eyes darkened as he stared at my lace bra, my nipples already hard and poking against the fabric."God, you're gorgeous," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He cupped my breasts, squeezing gently before leaning down to suck one nipp







