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This book is dedicated to anyone brave enough to embrace your issues… Courageous enough to dance with your demons. Here’s to the beautiful deformities in us all.
“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway.”
My mother is beautiful on the outside; gorgeous, really. But inside she’s damaged.
“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.”
“Mm-mm,” he shakes his head slowly, eyes dropping to my lips. “On your knees, 101. We’re gonna put that irresistible mouth of yours to work.”
“Fuck, Luscious,” he sighs, his voice trembling a bit. The sound makes my cock move in my pants. And it fucking pisses me off.
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.
Lust clouds my mind as I gaze up at him. I don’t think I’m attracted to him. He’s a man, and I’ve never looked at a man in any sort of sexual way. But in a way that’s not related to his gender, objectively, I guess he’s attractive. Maybe very attractive, if I was letting myself see him like that, which I’m not.
“You drank so much of my cum that night, Dascha,” he purrs, dragging his pillowed lips up my shaft. “Do you like having me inside you? I could put other parts of me inside you, if you want…”
He looks pretty when he’s miserable. Added bonus.
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.
God, how I want to claim that man. I want to take what he’s never given to anyone else before…
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.
“I missed you,” he finally whispers, and a weird thing happens in my stomach. It wants to roll in disgust, but instead it twists and flops, like someone just flipped me upside down.
“I want to put my dick in here so bad,” he tells me, then his other hand grabs a fistful of my shirt, hauling me into him even harder. “I wanna fuck you. God, Dash, let me fuck you.”
Officer Kemper breathes out hard and drops his head forward, his hair hanging in his eyes as they meet mine, and he gives me a look. I’m not sure how I know what he wants me to feel, but he looks significantly less scary right now. He reminds me of calm. Orange and yellow. Like a sunset.
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…
What will he do to make me feel good…? I almost ask, but he said not to talk, and some deranged part of me wants to listen to him.
My lips are shivering. “Don’t cuff me. Please. I’ll be good.” He lets out a ragged breath, blinking slowly. “God… if you want to make me come in my pants, by all means keep saying things like that.”
“Baby, I’m gonna take my dick out, okay?” He gasps. “I won’t fuck you, but I need to come on your ass.”
He’s Satan. That’s who he is. I’ve been fucking around with Lucifer himself.
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.”
“Don’t hurt me,” I plead, voice unsteady, my heart leaping in my chest. Officer Kemper takes my chin in his fingers and turns my face, so I have to look at him over my shoulder. “I won’t hurt you, love. Not on purpose, anyway. I just want what no one’s ever had before. I need it.”
The sounds of someone getting the life fucked out of them bounce off the walls. And the fact that someone is me has my cock twinging out even more precum.
I claimed him last night. I took something from him that I’m fully confident he would have given me willingly, eventually, if I’d had enough patience to wait. But I didn’t, so I made him see that even when I take from him, I can give him what he needs. I’d say he enjoyed himself. Despite his little fit afterward, I know he came. He came from me fucking him for the first time. Now he belongs to me. And it’s my responsibility to take care of what’s mine.
I’m impressed. He just took my cock, rough and deep, last night for the first time and already he’s begging for more; opening up to me. Not to mention that he comes from penetration alone. I think Dash was made to be a bottom. Correction, my bottom.
Dash’s fingers trail my jaw, holding it while he tugs me to him. And I go, like a slave. Like a pet. Like he’s controlling me, his mouth the only place I ever want to be, for the rest of my existence.
And despite how confusing it is that apparently I enjoy getting fucked by a guy, because let’s face it, I enjoyed the fuck out of that too, the kissing seems even more disturbing to me.
Great, and now I’m looking at his mouth. And he sees me doing it. My eyes quickly find their way back to his. Then his drop to my mouth. Fuck me, Jesus… This is impossible.
“I want to kiss you so hard that everyone on this goddamn beach knows you’re mine, and only mine.”
“I want to explore every inch of your beautiful body, baby,” Kemper holds my face in one hand, while the other takes my wrist and brings it to his lips, kissing the word My tattooed for him, without even knowing it. “But I also can’t fucking wait to be inside you.”
