13. Talon
TALON
The keypad chirps, the lock retracting and the hinges creaking as the door swings open. Fluorescent light slices across the floor, stopping just short of the corner I’m concealed in. I sink back further into the shadows as Jersey stumbles into her cell, the door slamming shut behind her.
“Fucking jerk,” she murmurs, raising her middle finger to the door as the lock re-engages with a metallic click.
The corner of my mouth twitches. There’s the attitude I’ve been craving.
With a sigh, she runs a hand through her chestnut waves and turns to pad towards the bathroom, not even glancing in my direction.
She has the spatial awareness of a corpse and shitty fighting form, yet somehow she still managed to stab an Enforcer and make a run for it.
Not that those glorified hall monitors qualify as worthy opponents, but the bastard was still twice her size.
Apparently, she makes up the difference in pure fucking spite.
A hazy glow spills into the room as water rushes from the faucet in the adjacent bathroom.
Take your time, little stray, I’m in no rush.
I’ve got all fucking night.
The enforcers came for her roommate just before Jersey returned.
I’d been waiting in the air duct, my muscles cramping from the way I had to cram my body into the space.
I heard them arguing over who got to escort the girl to her evaluation, each wanting his turn with her, so I doubt she’ll be back any time soon.
I slip my phone from my pocket to confirm the looped footage I set up is still running on the security feed, satisfied to find that it is. I don’t want any interruptions while I put an end to this fucking itch.
I’m going to ruin her.
The water cuts off, followed by the quiet scuffs of her slippered feet as she returns to the room.
My dick stirs to life as I peel away from the shadows, erasing the distance between us without making a sound.
I wrap a tattooed hand around her throat, her shoulders instantly tensing like she’s prepared to fight back.
Too late.
“Miss me, little stray?” I growl, pulling her small body flush against mine.
Her pulse thrums wildly beneath my thumb, tits lifting as she drags in a thin, wheezing breath.
“No one will hear you,” I say, my fingers flexing their grip. “And even if they could, do you really think they’d come to your rescue?” I click my tongue. “You’re smarter than that, Jersey.”
Her breath hitches in response to me using her actual name. She twists against my hold, but I tighten my grip, sinking my teeth into the soft flesh beneath her ear. A whimper catches in her throat, my cock instantly thickening.
“Wh-what…do you want?” she manages between shallow breaths, still uselessly squirming to get free.
My grip loosens around her throat as I band my other arm around her waist, sinking into the chair beside her bed and pulling her onto my lap.
“That fire of yours,” I murmur, realizing she’s even smaller than I thought as her weight settles on me.
That only galvanizes the conviction when I growl, “I want a fucking taste.”
“Leave me alone,” she huffs.
My hand slides beneath the hem of her sweatshirt, palming her tit. “I will. Right after I find out whether you fight this hard while my cock’s splitting you open.” The beat beneath my thumb kicks faster, my lips curling in satisfaction. “That excite you?”
“No,” she spits, arching away from my palm.
“Liar,” I chuckle, hand sliding down her taut stomach and beneath the waistband of her sweats to cup her pussy.
Her throat bobs with a hard swallow as my fingers glide over the damp fabric of her panties. “Keep lying with that quick mouth, little stray. Your body doesn’t know how.”
“Get your fucking hands off me,” she grits out, squirming and buckling her hips.
I let her keep writhing, her ass grinding harder against my lap until my cock’s straining behind my zipper. Her defiance rips through my system like a speedball, every nerve crackling as instinct burns through the last of my control.
She stills, her breath hitching as I shove her panties to the side.
“Don’t go shy on me now,” I growl, the pad of my finger tracing along her wet slit. “I came for the fight.”
I pinch her clit, and she thrashes.
“Let. Go,” she snarls, her head whipping back against my shoulder. “Riggs...”
“There it is,” I taunt, circling harder. “Say my name like it’s a fucking threat.”
“Ri–” she starts, but it dissolves into a gasp when I shove two fingers inside her. She turns her head, teeth piercing the side of my neck and biting down hard. It’s probably meant to deter me, but it only eggs me on.
“Fuck,” I pant, her warm, wet walls clenching tightly around my fingers as she rocks her hips. “All that fight…” I drag my hand back before driving my fingers in again. “All that rage, you need to put it somewhere.”
Blood drips down my neck as she releases me with a soft mewl, tilting her head back just enough to glare up at me, hazel eyes full of spite.
“It’s fucked up,” I murmur, holding her gaze as I add a third finger. “They tried to use pain as a leash to control you, but you turned it into a fuse.” My fingers drive deeper, my grip tightening on her throat. “Burn for me.”
Her hand scrabbles against my arm, nails dragging along my ink as her struggle starts to wane. She bucks against my fingers, her hips matching my savage rhythm as she grinds her clit against the heel of my hand.
Her breath fractures into ragged pants as her back arches against my chest, her body anchored to mine by my grip on her throat and the fingers buried inside her. Her cunt seizes around them, pulsing as warmth gushes over my palm and runs down my wrist.
Did she just fucking squirt?
My cock is impossibly hard behind my zipper, the primal urge to rut into her cunt skittering beneath my skin.
A strangled moan tears from beneath my hand, her inner walls clenching around my fingers as her orgasm slams into her.
I fuck her through it, the fight shuddering from her body as she rides it out before sagging in my hold.
I draw my hand back from her weeping cunt and raise it to my mouth. “Didn’t expect a little stray like you to taste so sweet,” I say, licking her release from each of my digits.
Her breath comes out in a panted whimper as I loosen the grip of my other hand, sliding it from her throat and into her dark locks. She gasps as I wind her hair around my fist and roughly tug her head back.
“Taste yourself, little stray.”
Twisting her face toward me, I flex my jaw and watch as my spit mixed with her cum lands on her tongue.
The faint light from the bathroom now illuminates half her face, and that’s when I see it– fresh rivulets of blood trailing down her chin from a split in her swollen lip, dried blood crusting beneath her nose.
I shove up to my feet, my fist still tightly wound in her hair as I force her into the bathroom and in front of the mirror bolted to the wall to get a better look. Annoyance hums through my body like a live wire when I see the clear outline of a large handprint covering her entire cheek.
Towering over her small frame, I tip my chin and ask, “Enforcer?”
Her throat bobs with a swallow, hazel eyes glistening as she meets my hardened gaze in the reflection and gives a subtle nod.
Tension tightens my jaw, teeth gritting together as the instinct to react breaches the final barrier between impulse and bloodshed, flooding my veins with violent intent.
I didn’t come here to perform a goddamn wellness check, and I sure as fuck shouldn’t give a shit that someone in The Registry laid a hand on her, but…
No.
I grind my molars, driving the thought back into the dark and burying it beneath whatever’s churning through my system.
Too late.
My dick’s already gone soft, my focus shifting from the primal urge to rut into my little stray, to the urge to shatter the bones and cartilage of an Enforcer.
I relinquish my grip on Jersey, slinking back into the shadows. “To be continued,” I promise, heading back for the air duct with the thirst for violence clawing at my insides.