Page 12 of The Way We Rot
He’d been so shocked, but I hadn’t. I’d spent hours sharpening the cheap kitchen knife until it nicked my skin with ease.
My sister’s rapist died with me on top of him. He was the victim begging for it all to stop, not her, not me. My belly squeezed in pleasure at the memory of him on that life’s edge. That precipice. I found my clit and circled, seeking quick gratification.
The footsteps sounding down the hall this time made me grin; it was like he could sense it. I knew it was him; I just knew. I rubbed my clit harder when he didn’t stop at any of the other cells, when my little hatch opened and those familiar eyes met mine with a flash of want he would refuse to admit was there.
“Is your arm okay?” I asked, breathy, not slowing my movements, spreading my legs wider to show him what I was doing beneath the rough fabric of my pants. I tugged my shirt up over my tits and tucked my bra underneath them, showing them to him for the first time. It was cold, so my nipples tightened and pointed, little goosebumps washing over my flesh.
His gaze flickered down, then back to my face. Wordless.
“You could get your cock out,” I said with a huff, my veins heating. “Make yourself feel good,Darling.”
He still said nothing, didn’t even move, but he kept watching. His eyes didn’t stray from my body, from my movements.
Feeling brave, I stopped what I was doing and rose onto my knees, stripping my top and bra away in a clumsy movement. He needed to be pushed.
“You like what you see?” I asked. I was supposed to be seducing the man, drawing him into my web or whatever at a pace he wouldn’t even notice, but I couldn’t resist pressing his buttons. His eyes drew me in, reminded me of something, of that moment of death when life blinkered out. The last desperate gasp of sentience.
I had his blood in my digestive system now; we were bonded.
“Fuck, Darling. I’d love for you to come in here and suck my tits.” I squeezed one of them, playing with my nipples, tugging at them, letting my mouth fall open, licking my bottom lip, eyes locked with his. For a second there, nerves swam through me. Maybe I was pushing; maybe I should be more submissive and slipinto quiet and needy. That might be what he wanted. “Please say something.”
“Take it all off,” he grunted. So fucking quiet. I didn’t know who else was down here with us, but if he was being this hushed, we must not be alone.
I grinned and stood, slipping my pants off — no way to make that look cute when they were baggy and bright orange, but I tried my best to be sexy for him.
“Why did you do that?” he asked then, surprising me. Making me naked and vulnerable and asking the rough questions, huh. Diabolical.
“Do what?” I straightened up, not shying away from showing off my body. If he didn’t like what he saw, he could go to hell. It was none of my business.
His eyes flickered over me, drifting along every curve and hair and bump. “Keep touching yourself,” he demanded, sinking into this deliciousness with me. He couldn’t resist.Yes.
I rubbed my palms over my tits, over my chest and down my stomach, smiling and moaning as I made myself feel good at his command.
“Why did you attack that inmate?” he asked then, tutting at me when I went to pull my hands away from my body again.
I took the hint and slipped one hand between my legs. “She pissed me off,” I said simply.
“She pissed you off,” he repeated, like he was testing the words.
I nodded. “She’s been coming after me for years. I just got bored.”
“And when you get bored…”
“…I get reckless.”
“Mm,” he muttered in agreement, studying me like he was locking the information away for later. “Come closer.”
I took a few measured steps toward him, wobbling a little as I got closer to coming undone. He commanded my body well.
“Tell me what you’re doing,” he whispered when I was right at the hatch. His arm was moving, and god, I wished I could see what he was doing, pressed up against my door like that. Was he fucking his fist? Looking at my naked body and making himself feel good?
“Shit,” I huffed, leaning my head against the lip of the hatch as shivers rang out all over my body. Standing up, it wasn’t so easy to fuck myself, but I played with my clit, rubbing neat, wet circles with my fingers. It was cold in here, so my skin pebbled, but it didn’t matter;hisskin was right there. His warm breath fanned against my cheek.
“Come for me, inmate.”
I groaned, holding in as much sound as I could, and came with a wave of bliss and the thumping of my forehead on the solid door. “Oh, god,” I murmured, refusing to shut my eyes as it all washed over me.
CO Darling grunted, barely susceptible, just a slight flare of his nostrils and his tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip. Ah, the satisfaction through me was immense, better than the orgasm still ebbing way, knowing I’d helped him fall with me.
