55. One Year Later…
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One Year Later…
Tulip: 2025
L ocks click a second before metal clangs together. The annoying buzzer sounds an instant before light douses my cell with life. My toes press against the concrete, arms extended in the air, trying to stretch the knots from my back. I turn, gazing out the barred window at the awakening sky, the sun glowing its early morning orange.
“Tulip, ass in gear,” Rex orders, glaring inside my cell.
This man is a pain in my ass. His mammoth muscles remind me of balloons my insides crave to pop. His dark eyes stare at me, making me wish they let us use spoons so I could dig them from his skull.
I step towards him, my finger grazing his caramel skin. “Morning,” I wink, smiling at his scowling face.
“Hands out, palms up,” he orders, holding the chained cuffs in his hand.
“You should smile more,” I taunt, not missing his eye roll, loving the fact that I can get on his nerves so easily. “Where we going?” I ask sweetly, smiling innocently.
“And your crazy ass should wear shoes,” he grumbles, locking the metal tightly around my wrists. He yanks me by my arm. “Dr. Silver asked to see you.”
Rolling my eyes, glancing down at my sock-covered toes. “This place’s spotless compared to where I grew up,” I tell him, walking beside him past the line of women prisoners waiting to be led to breakfast like ducklings.
“That’s sad because this place is a shit hole,” he throws out distractedly, leading me down the grated metal stairs.
After Daddy Hendrix saved his precious Dark QUEEN, he had me and B picked up and hand-delivered here to GROCI - Grover Correctional Institute. Brock was pissed when he found out I admitted to all the crimes. I didn’t want both of us to be locked up for the rest of our lives. I heard from my lawyer that Brock was sentenced to eight months in a mental institute somewhere nearby. I was glad because it has to be better than life in GROCI, which is what I got.
I heard the judge was a friend of Daddy Hendrix.
“Wait here,” Rex orders, shoving me into a chair outside Dr. Silver’s door.
He answers after the first knock. “Morning,” he rasps, greeting Rex’s blank stare.
“You want the cuffs off or on?” Rex asks, ignoring his greeting completely, pulling me to my feet.
“On,” he answers, stepping back so I can enter.
“Should I wait?” Rex asks.
“No, I’ll call when we’re finished with our session,” he answers before closing the door.
I stand in the middle of the room, my back to him, as I hear the familiar click of the lock and Rex’s footsteps disappearing in the distance.
Dr. Silver’s palm presses between my shoulder blades, urging me forward toward his desk. “Hold on tight, precious,” he rasps, roughly shoving my black pants to my ankles. “I’ve been dreaming about this dripping hole for days.” His hand cracks against my ass, making me purr.
His leaking tip glides between my cheeks as I widen my stance. My core vibrates in anticipation of the menacing attention it's about to receive.
He moves at the last second, gliding himself back up, teasing me. “Brock says hi,” he rasps, changing direction again. “He told me to fuck you like the sweet psycho you are.”
The thought of B talking about me to him. Them sharing me… has a moan escaping as I press back, begging for him to take me.
He thrusts into me hard, forcing me to rise to my tiptoes. “Fuck, your pussy’s perfect,” he growls, shoving into me deeper, squeezing my hips. “I’m glad Ollie reached out before you killed him. Soon, I’ll have you moved to my facility,” he grits between thrusts, slamming into me. “Eventually, the three of us will be together.”
“Yesss,” I hiss, meeting every one of his forceful strokes.
My legs start to quiver when he reaches around and rubs my clit. “Come on my cock, precious,” he demands, grinding his teeth close to my ear.
My core explodes at his command, shock waves dancing over my heated skin when he disappears, leaving me empty.
“On your knees,” he growls, grabbing my arm and forcing me to turn around. I fall to my knees. “Open.” His hand squeezes his angry cock. As soon as I open my mouth, the taste of him explodes on my tongue.
He stands before me, pumping every drop of his release onto my waiting tongue, holding my stare. This man’s a beautiful demon, summoned straight from the pit of hell for my dark soul. Onyx — my baby sister — might be the Dark Queen, but I’m the empty soul tortured in chaos. Praying these two evil demons will save me from myself and the revenge my greed seeks.
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