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“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway.”
“You don’t need to ask me for anything, Luscious,” he rumbles, gaze cutting into me like goddamn razors. “I’ll give it to you, regardless.”
“Mmm… Those luscious lips,” he groans, his thumb stroking a small circle on my jaw. “Please suck, Dash. Please…”
I don’t want him to know some twisted part of me enjoyed some part of what just happened. I don’t know which part… It started out as the worst thing that’s ever happened to me, but my body rarely reacts the same way my mind does.
“What do you say, inmate?” “Please,” the word escapes before I can process it. “Good boy,” he murmurs. His eyes, flick to my mattress pad on the floor. “Go get some rest. I’ll bring you water.”
Plus Darcey’s with O’Malley right now… In the East wing. No one really goes there much. I don’t know why O’Malley is there. That’s all Velle. He just does what the Warden wants, and the rest of us have to follow their orders blindly.
Everything out of his mouth is bullshit, and the only time he stops spouting it is when said mouth is busy taking things in.
Maybe we’re two mangled, jagged pieces who could click together, despite all the fires burning around us.
I want Dascha Reznikov to be my broken toy, in all ways. And I have a habit of getting what I want, especially when it’s the thing that could be my untimely demise.
When I pick it up, I can’t help the elation blooming in my chest. It’s a three-pack of boxer briefs. Fucking Calvin Klein. The expensive ones…
“You know, I’d say get dicked, but I don’t think that’s the problem with you,”
“You look delicious in these, baby. Just like I knew you would.”
I start walking away but Darcey’s voice catches me. “Dash…” I turn over my shoulder. “Just because we’re broken, it doesn’t mean we need them to put us back together.”
He says he robbed a bank… As in, that’s all he did?
He glares at me for a moment, and I glare back. Mine is scarier, kid.
I’d love for you to wear my clothes up in gen-pop, baby, but it could get us in trouble.
“Fuck me,” I crawl onto his lap, straddling his hips and going for the buttons on his shirt. “Jesus, baby,” he holds my waist in his big hands, sliding them down to cup my ass and push me harder onto his erection. “You’re insatiable. It better only be for me…” “Yes,” I breathe over his lower lip, tugging his unbuttoned shirt out of his pants. “Only you, Officer.”
“Don’t get up in your head, Dascha,” his hands travel up my sides. “Just let me do bad things to you.” “Bad,” I moan when he sucks my cock into his mouth. “So fucking bad…”
Like I’m fucking crazy. Am I? I’m in a fucking straitjacket right now, in a padded cell… You tell me.
Eight years ago, I killed my mother. And I haven’t been inside this room since.
“Who the fuck…” she whispers, sounding as shocked as I’d expect her to, until her voice trails and she gasps. “I swear to God, Reznikov, if this is you… This phone call will be the last thing you ever do.”
“I want to fucking ravage you. I’ve never felt like this before.”
“God, call me baby again…” “Keep touching, baby.” I’m lightheaded from this heat. “If you wet your finger, you can push it in me…” “Fuck,” he shudders. “I’m not gonna last, Dash. This is so fucking hot.”
