Page 59 of Borden 3

“It’s only a matter of time,” he said idly, more to himself than anyone else.

Borden sought his solitude in these quiet moments. It was never a good sign. And when he emerged from that solitude, he took it out on my body, sometimes waking me up in the dead of night, still covered in sweat and grit as he fucked me until I was screaming into the sheets.

My belly pressed down on the mattress, his giant body pressed against me, mercilessly fucking me with my legs spread, his hand clenched in my hair, his other gripping my breast for dear life. It was a dominant position. I was completely at his mercy, unable to move as he used me. As he pulled me apart inside and out.

There wasn’t a part of me he hadn’t left his mark behind.

“Louder,” he’d growl in my ear. “I want you to hurt like me, baby. I want your lungs to ache.”

And ache they did.

The man was relentless. His kisses turned to nips which turned to bites. I was covered in his torment. In hickeys and bite marks. In bruises and scratches.

And then he’d flip me around. Until I was riding him and fucking him and losing my damned mind. Lost in the throes of passion, in my delirious need to dominate him back, I covered him too. In bite marks and slaps. His cock stretched me in this angle, driving deeply into me, he barely fit. That piercing wrecked me. It made me tremble and cry. The pain and the pleasure—I started to really understand this man and his addictiveness to it.

We were one and the same.

Borden had ruined me all over again.

“My alleycat,” he’d whisper into the silent night as he held me afterwards, his chest heaving, his hair damp. “My wife.”

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Borden was gone so often, I was stuck with Hector, and fuck, he could get so annoying. He ate from our fridge, left food crumbs everywhere, even slept on the couch during the night when his shift ended. I didn’t mind him anymore. I didn’t mind any of the men lately, and that had been a tough barrier to knock down.

But I needed them.

I needed Hector’s familiar face.

Because sometimes, when Borden was gone, I’d wake up in the night, petrified that someone was in the room with me. The presence would be so full, and I’d lay there, staring into the corner of the room, waiting for a voice to go, “Boo.” Then I’d step out and find the men there, and my worries eased.

Dressed and ready for the office, I looked down at Hector’s sleeping form. Roger, another guard I had freshly started to familiarise myself with, stood next to me, wincing at the sight of Hector.

“I can take you to work,” Roger offered.

Roger was middle-aged, married for over a decade with three kids at home. I would have way more in common with this guard than with Hector. But Roger just worked the night shift patrolling the grounds, and it didn’t seem right to make him drive me to work.

Plus, Hector’s company was more comforting. I didn’t want to explore those reasons. I just got used to him.

I shook his leg. “Hector, it’s time to get up. I’m going to be late.”

Hector’s eyes cracked open. It was the slowest wake up of all time. He rubbed his eyes, ran a hand through his black hair, which was growing a bit too long in my opinion. He sat up, yawning and stretching, and the leather jacket he wore whined as its fabric stretched too. Dude was huge. Might have been as big as Hawke and Borden now, though I didn’t know when he had the time to lift.

“Where we goin’?” he asked, groggily.

“Work,” I said.

“You’re allowed out?”

He delivered that line like I was a grounded child.

“Yes,” I huffed, resting my hands on my hips.

Hector looked at Roger. “Borden’s orders?”

Roger nodded. “He’s moved a bunch of us around. Owls has full staff patrolling the grounds now.”

Hector stood up. “Just gonna take a piss first, and then I’ll get the car started.”

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