Page 51 of Bratva Butcher

Come on. Come on.

When I opened my eyes, disappointment filled me. She wasn’t there. I closed my eyes again.

Please. I need you.

I prayed for her to come to me. To help me. I couldn’t handle what was going on. I needed her to make it all disappear. But I knew before I even opened my eyes that she wasn’t there. She wasn’t coming.

Shadows started to form shapes as my eyes adjusted in the darkness. Autumn was sitting on her cot directly opposite me, glaring at me. She of course made no attempt to hide it. That was something I couldn’t miss.

We sat in silence for a while—a silence I had no intention of filling. The tension building between Autumn and I was getting out of hand. Constantly being stuck in her presence, having no choice but to be around her, the close proximity being forced upon me… It was driving me fucking insane.

The games couldn’t start any fucking sooner.

I was enjoying the peace and quiet—a luxury not easily afforded in that kind of environment—when sounds from the cell adjacent to us made my spine stiffen.

“Oh, oh, oh.”

My eyes darted to the right. It was too dark to see exactly what was going on, but then again, I didn’t need light to figure it out.

Flesh slapping against flesh… A woman’s pleasure-filled moan filling the air. It was pretty obvious.

Someone was fucking.

It was Mac. The noises were coming from his cell. Looked like he’d managed to find someone to bang one out, after all.

Sexual energy buzzed in the air. The deep panting. The grunting. The rhythmic moaning.

“Yes, oh, god. Just like that.”

Shit.

I readjusted, trying to ignore what was going on, but it was hard. It wasn’t just because I hadn’t had sex in over ten years. I hadn’t doneanything. That included self pleasure.

Fuck, I hadn’t even gotten hard in a decade. Hadn’t felt the need to do anything like that since my wife died. It was like that part of me had completely disappeared when she did. It wasn’t until recently that the desire had started to return…and I wasn’t going to stop and think about why.

“Oh, yes. Harder, Mac.”

“You want it harder?” The sound of the bed banging against the wall rocketed through the room like a gunshot. “Yeah, take my cock,” Mac grunted.

My eyes connected with Autumn’s. She didn’t look away. Neither did I. Heat travelled down my body. My cock began to stir, growing thicker and thicker in my shorts the longer we stared at each other.

The sounds of kissing hit the air. Suckling. Slurping. More moaning. More grunting.

I needed to look away.I needed to. But I couldn’t.I fucking couldn’t.

Autumn squirmed, a small, almost unnoticeable swirl of her hips as the sex noises got louder, more prominent.

My heart hammered so hard that I thought it might burst out of my chest. I swear, I could feel it in my cock. No. It was my cockthrobbing. God, I hadn’t felt that in so long. My blood pounded in my ears.

Look away. Look away.

It was impossible. I was ensnared in her fiery green gaze with no hope of escape.

Did I even want it?

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so fucking alive…and I wasn’t even touching her.

What would it feel like to touch her?

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