Distorted (Alabaster Penitentiary, #1)

by Nyla K.

“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.”

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.

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.

“You’re not supposed to like anything right now, 101.” His eyes turn pitch black, obsidian circles of electric evil. He’s Satan. That’s who he is. I’ve been fucking around with Lucifer himself.

He says my cock is pretty, but his is scary. If mine is a king, then his is the dragon who burns down the castle.

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.”

“We are so fucked,” I cackle, and Luthor giggles along. “Bunch of fucking misfits,” he hums, wiping his eyes. “Cock cages and liars and fools.” “Oh my,” I grin,

“I think you may suffer from Schizophrenia. But I don’t want you to be scared, okay? Because it doesn’t matter, that’s the point. It doesn’t matter what you think is damaged in your brain, Dash, because I want to fix it. Baby, if there’s any sort of wound inside you, then I’ll be your tourniquet.” He breathes out hard and lifts my wrist to place a kiss on the ink. “Let me. Please.”