Chapter 3 Killian
KILLIAN
She’s an angel.
An angel turning me into a sinner.
Sitting at my desk, I watch Alice on the monitor. She’s in holding at the moment, where the guards are explaining the rules of Last Rites to her. Rules she must follow.
I know she’s innocent. The way her scared little eyes looked back at me when I ran my finger up her soaked slit—no one has touched her there before.
After she fainted, I sucked my finger, tasting the juices like my own personal honey. I haven’t washed my hand either. Her scent is too impeccable and fresh to rinse away.
I need more. So much more.
She’s going to ruin me. Destroy my position at the prison.
I thought this job would be perfect, but I can feel the cracks starting to form. And quickly.
I have an abnormally high testosterone level. Like a breeding bull. One that made me a flawless Marine when I was younger but also makes it impossible for me to be around women.
So I found a solution; I became a guard at an all-male prison. Over the years, I worked my way up and finally became warden.
I thought I was good. But then she showed up.
It doesn’t even make sense. A beauty like her being sent to an all-male prison? Her case was flimsy as hell too. Accused by her boss without evidence, represented by a state attorney who barely even showed up, and then convicted and sent to Last Rites?
Poor little thing.
Just watching her cling to the sheets of her cot makes me furious. How could she let herself end up here? My cock is as hard as a plank of freshly cut wood, and once the male inmates get their eyes on her, I won’t be the only one.
Even the guards with her now are breathing heavily like they’re ready to breed—rubbing their bulges, dragging their eyes up every one of her curves. The jumpsuit isn’t enough to hide them. She was built to drive men into a frenzy.
My teeth clench, grinding enamel.
I should place her in solitary. Releasing her to the hounds in gen-pop will create a warzone. But that would be showing preferential treatment. She may be a woman, but she’s not another inmate. Another criminal. And I must treat her as such.
I already pushed the limits with her physical exam. She didn’t ask for any of it, but I couldn’t help myself. Even now, the simple sight of her has me taking deep, gasping breaths of oxygen. Fighting the urge to abuse my authority and take her over and over and over again.
“Inmates, line up!” Buck’s voice, our disciplinary officer, rings out over the loudspeaker. “Cell inspection will begin in five minutes!”
I watch the monitors as Alice, shaking and confused, is led from holding and out into the hall of the East Wing where the prisoners are beginning to line up. Their fevered eyes watch her like starving men being brought to a feast.
Five-oh-two-five reaches out and pinches her thigh. Five-oh-two-six cops a feel of her ass, forcing my fists to clench into hammers. The guards do their job and pull her away, then place her in front of her cell.
Another inmate beside her reaches out for her breast but is knocked back by another man’s fist. Alice leaps back, and then all hell breaks loose.
“You wanna fight, tough guy!?”
“You hit me, you son of a bitch!”
They start swinging.
“Yeah, keep your hands off my woman!”
“Your woman? This bitch is mine!”
Fists connect with face and flesh. Men topple backwards, piling up as they defend their friends. Others make their move toward Alice. The guards have to beat them back with their batons. Crumbling seawalls against the waves of a typhoon.
Blood roaring, I rise from my chair and grab my rod. I’ll have to handle this myself.
But before I can make it out of the room, the phone rings. As the warden of the prison, I can’t just ignore it. I quickly snatch it up. “Yes!?”
“Sir, this is Marvin Newson. I have been recently hired to represent Alice Clement.”
My muscles clench. I could not care less about this right now.
“Yes!?”
“Well…I’d like to speak with my client. If that’s at all possible.”
The fight has grown larger. Alice is cowering behind the guards, who are seconds from being overcome.
“Well, we can set up a time—”
“Actually, sir, I’m at the prison now. In the waiting room.”
“Fine. Give me five minutes.”
I slam the receiver down and nearly tear the door off its hinges as I exit. It takes me less than thirty seconds to get to the East Wing. Before I enter, I focus on my heart, slowing its beating. Gasping my lapels, I straighten my suit and roll my shoulders back.
Time to be the warden. And that means being in control.
I push the door open to reveal a fight between two men that has turned into an enormous brawl.
My eyes scan the bodies, pounding each other into cookie dough.
Standing straight, I let out a piercing whistle—one the men here have been trained to obey. Trained like the dogs they are.
Instantly, they stop and look up.
I walk forward slowly. They move out of the way anxiously, like children waiting to be scolded by their parents.
That’s right. These men know who holds the power here.
I stride right up to Alice, who is cowering in the doorway of her cell, legs curled up to her chest. “Come with me.”
Her eyes widen, and she looks up at me with such gratitude.
“You—you’re saving me—?”
“I’m doing no such thing,” I snap, causing her to jump. “You have a visitor.”
Her pink lips tremble with confusion. “A visitor?”
“Your lawyer. Now come with me. I won’t ask again.”
Marvin Newson is waiting behind the glass as I enter the visiting room with Alice. I walked in front of her from the East Wing. It was the only way to keep my eyes off her.
She stops and turns to me, as if seeking approval.
“Go,” I tell her. “Speak with him.”
After reviewing her file and seeing the terrible lawyer she was appointed by the state, I called Marvin and had him come in. He owes me a favor, and there’s more to her case than meets the eye. I can feel it.
She’s still jittery as she takes cautious steps toward the glass. Probably still shaken up from the fight. I wonder if she fully realizes what would have happened to her if I hadn’t stepped in.
“Hi, Alice, I’m Marvin Newson. Are they treating you well?” he asks. From where I’m standing, Alice’s hips are mesmerizing. Even in her jumpsuit, the slope of her lower back is brutal, leading to an ass that has my cock swelling beneath my pants.
“I…I guess. I’m doing okay,” she replies.
“That’s good,” the lawyer says. “You’ll let me know if that changes?”
I can’t take it any longer. She’s too much. Before I know it, I’m down on my knees like a dog, crawling across the floor to her, out of her lawyer’s sight.
Look what she does to me. My body is screaming for her. Just to take her right here and now.
Alice nods. “Yes.” Her voice is adorable, like a songbird in spring.
“That’s good,” I hear Marvin say.
Grit from the floor grinds my palms as I slide up between her legs. From here, I can feel the warmth of her body, and as I bring my face closer to her untouched center, I get a delicious whiff of her scent.
“But I’m going to get out of here. I’m going to prove my innocence so I can return home—”
I tear her jumpsuit at the thighs, exposing her panties. Unable to hold back any longer, I thumb them aside and start to eat her.
That’s it. My sweet nectar.
An adorable moan slips from her lips. I look up and watch as her eyes close and her head tilts back. She reaches out with both palms and braces herself against the glass.
“Alice?” Marvin asks, his voice filled with concern. “Are you…okay?”
“Yes, yes, I’m fine…” she mumbles. When she opens her eyes, they’re glistening, tears of pleasure pooling in her ducts.
“Oh, okay.”
She looks down at me, and I break contact for a brief moment to scold her. “Don’t look down at me, Alice.”
My pants are a prison, caging my throbbing cock as I drag my tongue up her dripping slit, coating my cheeks in her wetness. If we were alone, I would not be able to stop myself from burying myself up to the hilt in her unclaimed virgin cunt.
Little innocent thing has no idea how tempting she is.
I flatten my tongue against her clit, and she instantly clasps a palm over her mouth to stifle the gasp. Marvin’s voice, concerned, grates through the speaker.
“Alice, are you okay? Are you going to be sick?”
She shakes her head quickly, spilling more of her arousal onto my chin. Her taste is heavenly. I lick faster as control slips away.
“No, I–I’m fine. Don’t worry.”
“Okay, that’s good, because I do think we have a chance at getting you out of here.”
“Yes!” she cries out.
And then I feel it. Teardrops falling against my head, into my hair. She’s crying, her arms pressed up against the bullet-proof glass.
“Alice, you’re crying,” Marvin says softly. “Are you—are you just happy at what I said?”
Alice is an inmate, but she is not a criminal.
There is no evil within her. And tasting her ecstasy is like my own personal drug, sending a shot of energy through me.
My cock is throbbing to the point of agony as I reach up between her legs and cup her plump little ass cheeks, devouring her pussy, marking my memory with her divine taste so I’ll never forget.
“Yes, yes!” she moans as I take her precious nub between my lips and begin to suck. The world explodes with color as Alice goes off.
Clenching her lips tight, her body trembles and her thighs clamp down on my face, soaking me. Her palms slap against the glass as she braces herself against the waves of pleasure that now take her, and I watch, smiling into her channel as she does everything she can to hide what’s happening to her.
“Alice?” Marvin asks. “Are you sure everything is okay?”
The last of the waves rips through her, and she gasps, hanging her head. Tears spill down onto my cheeks, mixing with her slick that already coats my face.
“Yes, I’m sorry.” She shakes her head. “I guess…I’m just getting used to it here.”
“I understand,” he replies.
No…you don’t.
“I’ll visit again soon.”
Alice nods, and I wait until I hear the sound of the door close behind him. Then I’m on my feet, staring her in the eyes. They’re quivering, and without warning, her legs give out from under her.
I catch her and hold her, relishing in the flush that has taken her face and the way her lips have swollen, just begging for my cock.
Sweet girl. She’s never had an orgasm before, and she’s trying to understand what just happened. A soft moan escapes her lips, and I watch as she melts.
She looks at me like I’ve just performed a miracle she can’t explain, and my entire being swells with a desire I should not have.
I can’t feel this way for her.
I’m the warden. Not her boyfriend.
My cock is killing me, trapped beneath fabric and metal, burning my brain with desires I can’t have. Look what she’s done to me. I crawled on the floor like an animal. A woman cannot have that kind of power over me.
“I told you, Alice,” I growl. “You are a criminal. This is a prison. You’re here to serve out your sentence.” My jaw clenches as she stares wide-eyed up at me. “And yet again, you’re here tempting me.”
“What are you talking about…?” Her voice is trembling, soft like a feather on the wind. “You’re the one who—”
“Silence,” I snap. “For creating today’s incident, I sentence you to solitary confinement.”
Her jaw drops. “S–solitary?”
“That’s right,” I reply, taking her by the arm as my cock pounds with painful lust.
“For how long?”
I tug her into the hall and take a left to the solitary wing. This girl is a weakness—not just for me but for the entire prison. And if I don’t address it now, she will bring the entire place down.
“Until you have been cured of your wicked nature,” I growl.