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The chair squeaks as I reposition myself, that growing ache becoming more and more apparent. I can feel every single thread of fabric touching the underside of my dick. The ampallang bar feels like it’s going to cut through my skin.

“Riggs,” his name comes out in a pant over the radio.

My breaths are coming quick and I feel like I’m going to explode.

“Fox,” he replies.

His response could have taken thirty seconds or thirty minutes and I couldn’t have been able to tell the difference at this moment.

“Need a break,” I say as normal as I can but I feel like I’m about to explode, physically and metaphorically.

After a fucking eternity Riggs waltzes in to relieve me. My dick feels like it’s about to spring free from my belt by the time I make it to the bathroom. The stall bangs against the wall and my cock is in my hand before it even returns to its upright position.

I don’t need lube from the amount of precum spilling from the swollen tip. My arm already hurts from pumping so fast and hard, the piercing feels like it’s about to be swallowed by the swollen head. Erratic breaths bounce off of the wall in front of me before I feel myself climbing. It’s almost euphoric as images of her come to my mind. I can practically feel her skin beneath my lips, the need to bite into her flesh is almost unbearable.

The wall catches my release and I feel overwhelming relief. But only for a moment. I feel the blood rush to my cock again and the pain returns ten fold.

What is fucking happening?

Not that I can’t recover quickly but this is insane. I grip the throbbing flesh again and again. Each release seems to make the pain worse. My head is spinning. I’m so spent that I’m nauseous and then it hits me.

She did this.

Chapter 18

Kira

The whole body giggles are threatening to escape. Visitation went better than expected today. Hannah just had a baby so she slipped the pill in with her pumping supplies.

I never would’ve thought of it, but what man knows anything about the pieces of a breast pump? Hell, I don’t even know the pieces.

She shoved the little blue pill into my tightly tied ponytail before she left with a hug and I nearly leaped with excitement when I actually made it back to my cell with the contraband still in tow.

It was nice getting to see my friend but it was also extremely fucking depressing. She got to walk out of here. She got to go home.

I bet she’s curled up comfortably in her own bed right now while I’m laying on the equivalent of a piece of construction paper fashioned into a mattress.

It’s not her fault that I’m in here. Fuck, it isn’t even mine.

She even offered to say I was with her that night and I didn’t take her up on it. I didn’t want her dragged into this when the justice system was supposed to do its fucking job. Lucky me, it didn’t. I should have anticipated that.

My eyes drift toward the desk. I know Fox always has an energy drink on him. The slim can sits at the edge of the desk every night like a lifeline, practically begging to be noticed.

It’s honestly his own fault. Had he not sent me to the hospital I wouldn’t have gotten to hear the absolute agony the man next door was going through. I could hear everything through the thin walls. Apparently, he took two pills trying to please his wife and had to get his penis drained because it wouldn’t go back down. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry about the situation with the old man.

Maybe Fox will think twice about messing with me now. Nothing of his will ever be safe again. The memory of the way he looked at me when I was bent over the desk makes my stomach twist. There had been something almost feral in his stare. It’s easy to get what you want when you have the right tools. Even the most hardened assholes can lose their composure when there’s a pair of tits put directly in front of them.

He’d looked like he wanted to rip my top off. In any other situation, I probably would have let him. He definitely isn’t hard to look at. Dark and broody men with a superiority complex are usually right up my alley. But after damn near drowning me and setting a snake loose in my cell? Yeah that appeal is dead.

I wish I could see what’s happening out there. I heard faint feedback from the radio earlier but that goes on all night. Implicating myself by standing near the door just to watch him squirm isn’t the brightest idea I’ve ever had. If he finds out what I did I’m sure the consequences will be worse than before.

As if the devil himself heard me thinking about him, my cell door bursts open and in walks my damnation. His hulking form is covered in sweat. The guard shirts are long sleeved so I’ve never gotten to see more of his body than what they allow.

Right now, he’s wearing a plain white T-shirt with black tactical pants. The shirt is damp enough to cling to him, outlining the hard planes beneath. Tattoos crawl over both arms and the shadow of a larger piece is visible through the wet fabric on his chest.

His shoulders rise and fall rapidly with each breath. He looks like he’s just been chased.

Or like he’s been hunting. There’s an ire in his eyes that threatens violence to anyone in his path. And right now—that’s me.