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CHAPTER 5
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2026-07-29 05:20:28The storage room door clicked shut, locking us in dark, suffocating privacy.
My back hit the cold stone wall hard, my lungs gasping for air. My torn jumpsuit hung off my shoulder, exposing the red, bruised thumbprints Officer Graves had left on my collarbone. My whole body shook—half from the sheer terror of Graves’s hands on me, half from the sudden, overwhelming wave of heat radiating off the man standing inches away. Kael didn't say a word. The cold, detached mask he wore in the hallways shattered into a thousand jagged pieces. He moved like an apex predator, stepping directly into my space. He grabbed my wrists, hauling my hands up over my head and pinning them against the wall above me with one iron grip. His heavy body slammed flush against mine, crushing the air out of my chest. “He touched you,” Kael growled, his storm-gray eyes black with raw, possessive fury. His heavy chest heaved against mine, his pulse frantic against my ribs. “The bastard had his hands on your skin.” “Kael—” I gasped, my head tilting back against the stone. He didn't let me speak. Kael brought his free hand up, his broad, calloused palm clamping around my jaw, tilting my face up. His thumb pressed hard against my lower lip, dragging it down until my mouth parted. “You think I’m protecting you because of prison politics?” Kael whispered, his rough voice vibrating straight down my spine. His mouth hovered millimeters from mine, his scorching breath fanning across my face. “You think I give a fuck about the balance in this block? I saved you because looking at you drives me out of my fucking mind.” Before I could breathe, his mouth crashed onto mine. The kiss was violent, filthy, and completely possessive. It wasn't a rescue; it was a total takeover. His tongue breached my mouth, taste-testing the blood on my lip, claiming every inch of me while his hand tightened on my jaw. A loud, shameful moan ripped from my throat. My knees buckled under the intensity, but Kael caught me, his lower body grinding hard into mine. Through the thin canvas of our jumpsuits, I felt his heavy, throbbing hardness pressing right against my groin. The friction sent a shockwave of electric heat straight down into my belly. My body betrayed me instantly—pulsing, aching, begging for the very thing that terrified me seconds ago. I twisted against him, my legs instinctively parting as I tried to get closer to the scorching heat between his thighs. Kael groaned, a low, guttural sound in his chest. He released my wrists, his heavy hands sliding down my arms, ripping my jumpsuit down to my waist. Cold air hit my bare chest, but it was immediately replaced by the searing heat of his palms. His rough hands gripped my hips, digging into the soft flesh above my pants, squeezing until it borderline hurt. He lifted me slightly, pressing my bare back against the rough stone wall, pinning my pelvis directly against his. “Look at me,” Kael demanded, pulling his lips an inch from mine, his breath ragged and heavy. I opened my eyes, dizzy, trembling, my lips swollen and wet. “You’re mine, Hart,” Kael growled, his fingers digging deeper into my hips, holding me completely at his mercy as he nudged his thigh roughly between my legs, sending another violent jolt of pleasure straight through my spine. “Graves, Vance, the cartel—if any of them come near you again, I’m going to paint these walls with their blood. But in here? Behind this door? You’re going to give me everything you’ve been hiding.” “Take it,” I rasped, completely undone, my hands digging into the heavy muscle of his shoulders, pulling his mouth back down to mine. “Kael, please... take it.” A heavy boot suddenly kicked the outside of the storage door. “Reaper!” a guard yelled through the wood. “Count in five minutes! Get your detail moving!” Kael froze, his mouth hovering over my throat. His muscles coiled tight as granite. He let out a dark curse against my skin, taking one last bite of my jawline before slowly pulling back. His storm-gray eyes burned into mine, completely uninhibited, promising absolute ruin the next time we were alone. He pulled my jumpsuit back up over my shoulders, his rough thumb wiping a tear off my cheek. “Jumpsuit up, Hart,” Kael ordered softly, his voice thick with unspent lust as he threw the iron latch open. “The show isn't over yet.”
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