Chapter Twenty-Three
ELIJAH
A fter the art lesson, I linger.
“Officer Bishop, I have a question about this book on Cezanne you showed us.” I say loudly, giving everyone in earshot my excuse for staying behind.
No one bats an eyelid, all knowing that I’d rip their tongues out if they dared to breathe a word about my woman. Officer Foxx looks mildly annoyed as he shepherds the other inmates out into the corridor, the muscle in his jaw ticking. Everyone else filters out and I lock the door.
Tough shit Foxx-face. I saw her first.
“Oh, okay inmate. If you bring it over here,” she replies absentmindedly, beckoning me over to her desk.
All afternoon she’s been elsewhere mentally, lost inside her head. Something has happened. It’s written all over her face, her body betraying her.
Bent over her desk, she’s flipping through paperwork when I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. How did she make the ugly prison shirt and skirt combo look hot? I can’t take my eyes off her, even with her bulky duty belt around her waist.
Kissing the back of her neck, I ask, “What’s going on Rabbit?”
“Just things…”
Snorting, I sink my teeth into her skin. She’s still wearing my marks, but they’re fading and I hate it.
Her father was a crooked judge, and she said herself she hates her brother. What was really consuming her? Diverting her attention away from me?
I pause, a strange sort of panic filling my chest. Would she choose them over me? No. She was mine, and I was hers. This was it.
She moans quietly as I suck another love bite onto her skin, almost like I’m writing my name on her.
When I stop, she puts some space between us, turning to glare at me. “I am not a chew toy.”
“I disagree,” I say with an easy shrug.
“Just because you disagree doesn’t make it true!” She sounds exasperated, and I don’t know why.
Tilting my head, I lean against the edge of her desk and fold my arms. When it becomes clear she won’t say anything voluntarily, I decide to bite the bullet and ask. “What’s got you all riled up, Rabbit?”
Rubbing her temples, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. When her hazel gaze locks with mine, I know I’m in trouble. There’s anger amongst the flecks of green and gray, and it’s directed right at me.
“Did you threaten Chad?”
Shit. I don’t hesitate, because that would make it seem like I regret my actions and I don’t. “Yes.”
She blinks slowly, not expecting my one-word answer. Balling her hands into tight fists, she hisses, “Why?”
Another straightforward question that only requires a simple answer. “Because you’re mine.”
He had no place in her life, no right to be by her side. That space was reserved solely for me. I cannot see why she is getting so riled up right now as she paces back and forth, scowling at me. I did her a service. And hadn’t she traded up? Financial trust manager or underboss of a mafia organization? I know which one I’d prefer, and it’s not a smarmy ex-frat boy in a shit suit counting dollar signs.
“You…you made him ghost me!”
“Yes, but I didn’t make him stick his dick in someone else, Ava. He did that on his own.” If I thought my words would surprise her, I was wrong.
Staring angrily at me, she keeps walking back and forth, making frustrated little noises. I wonder how she found out? Did he resurface and confess all? Did that stupid blonde bimbo admit what a shit friend she was? Or was it the bimbo’s boyfriend? Did he spill details of the triad’s little tryst? Did any of it even matter? It didn’t change fuck all.
“That’s not what’s really upsetting you. Stop hiding behind that pathetic piece of shit, Bunny.” I demand, reaching out and grabbing her hand, linking my fingers in with hers. “Tell the truth.”
If she tried to lie now and hide whatever was going on after those conversations about trust, it would infuriate me. There should be no secrets between us. No barriers and no walls to hide behind. If it wasn’t raw and real, I didn’t want it.
“Family dinner was awful.”
I’d learned about her weekly trips back to her family home in the reports from Cato. Thought of her shutting her mouth and shrinking herself to play happy families with daddy once a week made me furious.
“I think they put you in here. Together. I don’t know how or why, but they hate you. There’s this outburst of toxicity every time your name comes up.” She swallows anxiously before scrubbing her face with her free hand, looking exhausted.
Daddy dearest had been the one who sent me here. He’d been the presiding judge on my case, but it was interesting to see that my smart little bunny was finally reaching the same conclusion I was. Walters’ hatred went beyond signing the papers and condemning me as guilty. The brother? How did he fit on the chessboard? The whole situation was suspect. I never leave behind proof of my crimes, but somehow my DNA was there, tying me into the murder of some lowlife drug dealer.
Jules was currently looking into the evidence they had on me again as part of my appeal. He could pay to get me out of here in a heartbeat, but since I’d decided to stay and ferret out what information I could, he’d turned it into a little game of sorts. When I did eventually get out of here, I had a feeling I’d never hear the end of what a brilliant lawyer he is.
Ava leans into me, resting her head on my shoulder. Has she slept at all the last couple of days? She looked dead on her feet. “Andrew started screaming and throwing things.”
“Did he hurt you?” Growling, I pull away to cup her face and check for any marks I might have overlooked earlier. If he had laid a finger on her…If there was so much as one scratch, I’d cut out his spleen and feed it to the fucker.
“No. I just…I need to not be in my head for a while.”
I don’t need to hear anything else, she told the truth, showed me her vulnerabilities. She chose me.
“Do you trust me?”
She nods. My mouth crashes against hers as I claim her lips in a hungry kiss. She chose me. I can’t get enough of her taste, the honey sweetness addictive as I swallow down her eager moans.
“You know I do,” she whimpers between kisses.
I want to invade every sense, every thought, overwhelm her until all that’s left behind is me. Working quickly, I strip us both down, while trying not to break the kiss, desperate to keep that connection. Dropping our clothes to the floor, I place her duty belt on the desk with a wicked grin.
“God, I love your tits,” I say, squeezing her breasts as I kiss her neck.
She chuckles, but it’s a little forced. “I hate them, they’re too small.”
Too small? I clearly hadn’t been giving her all the praise she deserved. She was a fucking masterpiece.
“No, they’re perfect.” Pushing them together, I nuzzle my face against her breasts before sucking one of her nipples into my mouth and teasing the other with my fingers. “You’re perfect.”
Her hands push into my hair as she clutches me tighter against her body, and I love how responsive she is.
“I could spend all day sucking these gorgeous nipples.” With a sigh, I swap, latching my mouth over the other nipple and giving it the same care and attention as the other one. After a few minutes, I sigh. “But we don’t have all day.”
Guiding her body, I turn her so that her palms are resting flat on her desk and her ass is pushed out. Nudging her feet further apart, I bite down on her shoulder, feeling her whole-body tremble under me.
“Pass me your belt.”
Glancing over her shoulder with a frown, she does as I ask. I love that even though she clearly had questions, she still gave me her trust. I tell her that. Whispering against her skin, I let her know what a good girl she is.
Grinning, I let my cock rest between her ass cheeks while I slowly rock into her. As I do that, I pull her baton and handcuffs out of the duty belt. Her baton is an older one that has a black side-handle instead of one of the newer, fancy retractable ones. Perfect. That works better for what I’ve got planned.
Placing the baton down on the desk in front of her and I watch as she exhales nervously, her tits pressing against the cool wood. The view, her bent over the desk, willing and eager with her ass exposed like a ripe peach, has my mouth watering.
Taking the handcuffs, I lean in and kiss down her spine, my lips brushing against her pebbled flesh as she shivers. Positioning one of her hands behind her back, I fasten one cuff securely. Then I reach for the other, forcing her face down onto the desk as I bind both wrists together. My little officer is submissive, surrendering to me in silence as I move her, spreading her legs further with a gentle tap of my feet against hers.
I pick the baton back up and run it over her skin, down her back, over her ass, tracing nonsensical patterns as I slowly drive her insane.
Using my clothes for cushioning, I sink to my knees behind her, sliding the baton between her legs and stroking it against her cunt. I push the rounded tip between her pussy lips, spreading her for me as I drag it lazily back and forth. When I pull it back, it’s slick and shiny, her juices coating the plastic.
“Oh, fuck Rabbit,” I moan against her ass cheek before biting down and sucking yet another mark on her body. I swirl my tongue over the skin and kiss it before moving away. The flesh is red and raised where I bit down, like braille for her body, telling the entire world who she belongs to.
Groaning, Ava pushes herself back against the stick, trying to work it inside her, but I’m the one in control here. She asked me to distract her, to help her switch off and I’m doing just that as I keep teasing her clit, giving her small amounts of friction, but not enough to get her off.
“Want me to fuck you with this, Bunny?” I ask, pressing it against her, just gently adding pressure without entering her, before sliding it back over her clit. “Use it until you’re nothing but a stretched-out hole begging to be filled with my cum?”
“Yesss…” she hisses, her breath hitching as I slowly push a few inches of the baton inside her tight little cunt.
“Look at you, so desperate. Filthy White Rabbit.” My words are reverent and I adore the sounds she makes. There’s a darkness inside her she’s never explored until me, and I keep pushing at her boundaries, demanding more. The best part is that she keeps giving and giving, the curious darkness buried inside her feeding my own.
“Fuck Elijah,” she cries, her cheek pressed against the desk as she tries to give me an angry look.
“Oh, you want me to stop?” I tease as I withdraw the nightstick, laughing when she growls at me.
Slowly, I inch the baton inside her pussy, filling her so that she mewls and writhes beneath me until she’s impaled. Fucking her with it slowly, I lean in and lick her cunt where she’s stretched around the plastic as it moves in and out of her body.
“Elijah…” she whines, rattling the cuffs impatiently.
“Hmmm, Rabbit?”
“Please fuck me,” she begs, her voice trembling. “I need more. I need you.”
With a huge grin she can’t see from where I’m kneeling, I keep working the baton and out of her, twisting it occasionally as I kiss my way between her ass cheeks.
If she wanted more, I’d give it to her.
Parting her with one hand, the other still working her pussy over, I bury my face against her other tight hole. I spit before flicking my tongue over the tight ring of muscle, and working my way inside, more than happy to double up on the sensation of being filled for her.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuckkkk,” she murmurs, her voice muffled as she presses her head against the desk and I work a finger inside her with my tongue.
Sucking another hickey on her skin, this time on the back of her thigh, I push a second finger inside her carefully. When I’m done with my latest mark, I add more of my saliva to the mix, twisting and stretching her asshole, preparing her to take me.
“You think you can take me like this, Rabbit?” I ask, as I add a third finger with nothing more than a lot of spit and incredible patience. “I could always use my cum for lube, but that means delaying your orgasm. So, which is it?”
“Now. I need to come now!”
Her demands are my pleasure, and with a chuckle, I get to my feet, keeping the baton nestled inside her. Lifting her leg, I position her so that her knee is on the desk and she is exposed and spread wide before me. More of my spit dribbles down her crack, after all, I don’t want her to tear—I’m nice like that.
Reaching around, I use the side handle to keep her impaled, continuing to edge her closer to her orgasm. Taking my cock in my free hand, I massage the tip against her ass, spreading the wetness around before I push my way inside leisurely.
I’m in no rush and if Ava keeps making those little panting noises as I notch my way inside, I am going to bust a nut before I bottom out.
“Eliiii,” she breathes, and my dick throbs inside her. Fuck, this woman is the ultimate fantasy. And she is mine. All fucking mine.
Once I am fully inside her, I give it a second, breathless noises coming from both of us as we adjust to the new sensations.
“Fuck me, Eli. Please, fuck me.”
I’m only too happy to oblige my woman, moving in and out of her tight fucking asshole with a steady tempo. Slow and steady pounding prolongs the pleasure on both sides.
Working the baton, I ensure she is constantly being fucked and with her hands pinned behind her back; I watch her squirm as she finally comes, crying out my name. Shoving my fingers into her mouth, I silence the shouts that threaten to escape as she bucks against me, milking me to my own orgasm, still riding the waves of hers.
With a grunt, I pump her full of my cum, claiming her from the inside. Sweat covers me as my body shakes with the intensity of what we have just done. With how hard we have both come.
There are no words. No paltry comparisons at this moment. Nothing even touches how I feel about the woman trembling beneath me as she soaks in her post-orgasmic haze.
I realize Cato is right. I’m in love with Ava Bishop.