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He latches onto my neck while his finger slides in and out. I feel him as he uses me to his liking. “You come so fucking pretty, Magnolia.”
I preen under his praise.
“Your cunt is so fucking tight. You’ll suck up all my seed, won’t you?” His voice is seductive, dark. There’s an edge to it.
“Yes,” I moan when he squeezes my neck in his grip. Pressure builds as he hammers his way inside me like I’m his favorite toy.
“Good fucking girl.”
He’s so expertly playing me that he’s able to force another orgasm from my body, one I didn’t think I had. My scream comes unrestrained as he lets me fly, blood rushing to the surface. My body goes limp as heat washes over me.
With one hand on my ass and the other in my hair, he drops us back down onto the bed and nails me without rhyme or reason to catch his own release. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations he extracts from my body as he expertly takes me to paradise.
“I’m going to fucking come,” he says through gritted teeth.
He grips my hips for one final thrust before completely letting go and filling my womb with long jets of cum. I’ve never felt so fulfilled before. Like I was created for someone else.
The only sounds in the room are our heavy breathing, and as Cage kisses down my neck and across my shoulder before rolling to his side and dragging me in close to his body, I feel the exhaustion from the day catching up to me.
Before I pass out, his head presses into the back of mine as he mutters the words no girl wants to hear—“That was a mistake”—and I force myself not to release a tear.
CHAPTER3
Cage
THREE MONTHS LATER.
The sound of cell doors clanking open has me grinding my back teeth as I roll my head on my shoulders to work the tension out. Red Rock Correctional Center in Arizona is filled with assholes. In spite of being a medium security facility, half these bastards should be in a supermax.
For two weeks now, I’ve been shuffled around the varying prison units, but today is a new day, and I’m finally in the right spot. In the right cell block to take out my target.
Three months ago, I met a shell of a woman on the verge of death. After a soul-changing romp in the sack, that same girl fucking ran from me when I was out cold. It took me six weeks to get over my mad and dig my head out of the sand, and after four jobs that left me bitter and angry, I finally started looking for her. It was another three weeks before I located her back in the States, and only because she ended up on a fucking book cover, of all things. One that landed on the New York Times Bestsellers list.
I was fucking livid at seeing the douchebag holding her in his arms, in nothing more than a skimpy bra and panties that barely covered her ass, his hand around her neck and nipping at her chin. I wanted to kill him then and there.
Pride and rage held me firmly in their grip.
Magnolia is the most beautiful female I’ve ever come across, so I wasn’t surprised to find her in such a place for the world to admire her. Doesn’t mean I have to fucking like it, though. It took me two weeks to figure out that she wasn’t in a relationship with the man; he was just another model that inspired the book by the author Jossilyn Marlowe. She’s new in the romance book business but gaining popularity. As is Magnolia. Although I’ve only found her on the one cover, I know it won’t be long before she graces more.
Which brings me to today. I’ve found my girl; now I need to slay her demons. Every last one of them. And that includes the man that sent her running to South Africa in the first place.
Digging up dirt on the warden wasn’t hard to do. The prick is as dirty as they come, and once I’m out of here, I’ll be making an anonymous tip about his prison fight ring. I’ve come across too many dead bodies of young men who had yet to live after making some stupid mistake, to let it go.
Cracking my knuckles, I get in line with the rest of the men exiting their cages and follow along like a good little puppy to the cafeteria for the mediocre food they call breakfast. It reminds me of pig slop rather than something edible.
“Craven!” One of the guards shouts, and I tense, waiting for this corrupt piece of garbage to pull some shit that will have me ending his life, as well as the man who shot Magnolia and killed the girl she cared so deeply for.
After discovering Magnolia’s location, it wasn’t hard to remotely hack into her computers and read the emails the two exchanged frequently. Finding Magnolia’s diary opened up an entirely new world to her suffering as well. From when she was a child to everything that happened leading up to our meeting.
Standing to the side, I wait for the guard to approach me, knowing how this will go before he even takes a step. Guard Wilkes likes to haze the new guys. I’ve witnessed him do it to three other men already. The difference between them and me is that I won’t tolerate his abuse of power. I could disappear out of this hole just as quickly as I arrived, and nobody would notice a fucking thing.
His long stride gets clipped short by one of the seasoned guys sticking out his foot and tripping him so he hits the wall. I give the prisoner an imperceptible nod of thanks before letting a smirk cross my lips as Wilkes straightens back up, some of his steam blown out of his ass.
Getting in my face, he spits out, “Keep your ass in line.” I raise a brow, and when he goes to land a blow to my gut, I stop him by grabbing his wrist and squeezing until he’s about to drop to his knees at my feet.
“My ass was in line just fine until you decided we needed to measure dicks.” His face turns red with anger as the other guard, the warden’s son, comes up behind me.
“Let him go, Craven.” The harsh demand is filled with pleading. “You’re here for one thing. Don’t forget that.”
