Chapter 5 Killian
KILLIAN
I manage to keep it together until I get back to my office. I even close the door gently behind me. But that’s when I lose it.
With a single sweep of my arm, I destroy my desk, sending everything on it crashing to the floor. My mug shatters against the wall, papers and forms fly everywhere. Even my computer monitor topples and clatters to the floor.
I’m hard and leaking pre-cum in my pants. The taste of Alice’s sweet pussy on my tongue has me beasting, lusting, craving more.
More, more, more!
I haven’t claimed her yet. I haven’t spread her sweet virgin walls and claimed her, and it’s absolutely killing me. I’m dying.
And I can’t be. I have a job to do. I’m the warden of Last Rites, not some unhinged inmate with a record. I’ve been trying to control myself but am failing miserably. It’s that goddamn testosterone again.
Everything was going fine. This place was all men and running smoothly. I was in check. Restrained. Then she crashed in like a comet, disrupting everything.
I’ve never experienced a woman like her.
The way she looked when I told her to strip—so timid and lacking experience.
The way she set my blood on fire as I examined her, and the adorable little noises she made when I lapped at her cunt like a wild dog.
She’s brutally sexy but sweet and adorable at the same time.
And even if her sentence is only one year, I’ll never let her out of my sight.
My chest heaving, lungs burning, I brace myself against the wall and stare at the banks of surveillance monitors, showing me the rest of the prison. Screens of men. Murderers, thieves, cheats, rapists—all who would gnaw each other to death for a taste of what belongs to me.
I will not allow that to happen.
She doesn’t know it yet, but solitary will be best for her. She’ll be away from the men, but most of all, she’ll be away from me.
I almost took her back there in the shower. My cock was tearing its way out of my uniform, begging for her gorgeous little pink slit. But Alice deserves more than that. Her first time can’t be getting fucked on the tile floor of a prison shower.
No, if I’m going to take her virginity, it has to mean more to her than that.
I watch the monitors…
All I have to do is press a button to click over to the live-feed of her cell. Then I can watch her, stare, memorize every inch of her soft flesh.
My finger reaches out. My cock flexes with overpowering want. But at the last minute, I somehow find the strength to stop myself.
No. I have a job to do!
I can’t let Alice destroy everything I’ve built here by turning me soft. I crawled on the floor for her a taste of her pussy. If I’m not careful, I’ll lose myself in her.
It’s been three days and I’m still consumed by her. She has taken over my thoughts. All day, she’s in my mind. All night, she’s in my dreams.
I take breaks now in my personal bathroom, jerking off to the memory of being down between her legs, tasting her sweet juices that coated my lips and tongue with such savory slick. I picture her body beneath me in the shower, soft flesh convulsing, enraptured by orgasm.
She didn’t know she could come twice. Tempting little minx. So many things I could show her, do to her, teach her.
I haven’t looked in on her once. I must control myself. She’s in solitary. She’s safe. If I set eyes on her one more time, I’ll lose it.
I can practically feel her from my office. Like an invisible force, tugging at me from solitary confinement, goading me into striding down there and hammering her silly while she screams my name.
What I wouldn’t give for a touch, a taste of her again. It’s only been three days, and I feel like a man in the desert, dying of thirst.
I pull up her file again. Something about it is off. Why is she here and not at a women’s facility?
I run the name, Jamie Foxgrin, Alice’s boss who accused her of theft, and sure enough, she’s no saint herself. Two counts of possession as a minor, one count of breaking and entering that was dismissed, and one count of petty theft, also dismissed.
“So, you’re connected,” I mutter. I pull up Alice’s transfer order. I only glanced at it last time, but now I see that it was signed by Brian Gumble from the Department of Corrections.
I frown. Brian Gumble is an old friend of Chad Dickson, the former warden who I replaced after he was convicted of skimming state funds and blackmailing inmates. Why the hell would Brian be the one signing off on this order—?
And then it clicks.
Alice wasn’t sent here by accident; she was sent here to cause chaos at Last Rites. To disrupt the day-to-day activities of the prison. To make me fail.
A knock at the door causes me to jump.
“Come in!” I bark.
Walter, the operations manager at Last Rites, steps cautiously into the office. “Sir, did you want Alice out in the yard today?”
My stomach snaps into a twisted knot. “What!?”
The yard. Men. Danger.
“Yeah, she was taken out for physical exercise ten minutes ago. I thought since you placed her in solitary—”
Before he can finish, I’m out the door, my hands burning with rage as blood boils through my veins.
This can’t be happening. I told them! Solitary confinement until I say so. Whoever is responsible for this is losing their job today.
I burst into the yard and scour the crowd of inmates going about their routines. Some are lifting weights, others are shooting hoops, but in the north corner is the calisthenics crew. They’ve formed a circle, and at the center of that circle is Alice.
I’m sprinting forward before my heart beats its next beat.
Where are the guards?
I spot two of them standing by the wall, laughing about something to themselves. Another two are watching the basketball, twirling their batons.
They’ll be punished later. Right now, I must save her.
As I close in on the circle, I hear her cries, helpless and pleading. “No! Please, don’t! I–I’m not supposed to be here!”
“Back!” I roar, raising my punishment rod in the air as I reach the crowd. The inmates see me and instantly make way. They might give the guards trouble, but they know better than to screw with me. I’m the one who can turn tean years into a life sentence.
I’m steaming inside, but I must remain stone-faced in front of the men. They’re like animals. If they detect weakness, they’ll strike.
Alice is on her knees in the dirt, her jumpsuit torn at the sleeve, the top two buttons missing. A quick glance shows me the men responsible. Tony, Marty, and Lester. Lester has been a problem since his arrival last year.
Alice crawls toward my feet, tears streaking her snow-white cheeks.
“Causing trouble again?” I ask, looking down at her. My heart stings as her eyes go wide and she slumps forward, letting her hair obscure her face.
No choice. I must maintain my authority in front of the men.
A guard rushes up behind me, and I snap my fingers at the three aggressors. “Write them up. Extra work duty and two weeks cell confinement.”
Lester opens his mouth to protest, but Tony, the smart one out of these three idiots, smacks him and shuts him up.
I point to Alice, who is trembling at my feet. “Bring her to the infirmary. Make sure she’s okay.”
“Yes, sir,” the guard replies, taking Alice by the hand and leading her away from the crowd of animals.
I’m seething. I want blood. Looking around at these savage creatures makes me want to tear off my uniform and rip through them. And I could too. One by one, I’d beat them all into the ground with my fists. Show them the consequences of laying a single fucking finger on her.
She’s mine!
But I can’t. I’m the warden. It’s my duty to maintain order, not create chaos. And that’s what Brian and Chad want. Chaos.
They want to topple me out of some kind of ill-conceived desire for revenge.
They’re the reason I’m in this position. Tormenting this poor girl with my unrelenting sexual desires. She didn’t ask for this, but those eyes, those hips, those curves, that sweet pink slit between her legs—they’ve conquered me, and it’s all I can do to stay standing.
The men responsible for this, they will burn.
But right now, I have to protect Alice. By whatever means necessary.