Page 40 of Babalon

Present Day

My chest heaves, struggling to catch my breath as I looked down at Nadia. Sweat slicks her milky skin, dark hair fanning in every which direction as she lays beneath me. The round globes of her ass on full display and bright red from my hand. I thought she was beautiful before, but now? Now, she is so fucking gorgeous it hurts. Each breath squeezes my heart in a way that it feels like someone is ripping it out of my goddamn chest.

The way her cunt squeezes me, like I had anything left to give, leaves me mindless. If I am not careful, I am going to get addicted to this she-devil. What a way to make my time here worse, salivating over my guard—yeah… MY... guard.

I’m a fucking goner.

Reaching out to her, I brush sweat-slicked strands of hair out of her face, needing to see her before we have to head back to gen pop. I also want to help her clean up a bit, but first I have to escape her devilishly tight grip. My other hand runs up her spine from the small of her back until it reaches the back of her neck. Curling my fingers around her nape, I lean forward and blanket her frame with my own, pressing the softest kisses to her cheek and temple. I long to care for her. We may have just fucked somewhere deep in this gross-ass prison, but she still deserves more than being left on the cold hard floor.

“You alright, baby?” I whisper near her ear.

“Mhmm,” she mumbles, the satiated reply makes me smile; I could get used to her cute little sounds.

Leaning back up, I trail a series of soft kisses along her spine before pushing myself up from the floor and re-situating my jumper, buttoning it up to my naval.

With an outstretched hand, I help the demon up, her clothes barely clinging to her curves as my eyes eat up the way she looks all disheveled. I can’t help but smile at the way she stands there, allowing me to finish dressing her, hiding the cum I spilled across her back with her uniform.

It feels good to take care of someone else. A little too good but thank God it won’t happen often.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Kace.

Once her shirt is buttoned and tucked back in, pants fastened and belt attached, I cup her face with both hands and stare down into her dazed eyes.

Cock drunk looks so damn good on her.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you at all, baby. If you need to take it out on me later, I completely understand.”

I don’t wait for her to respond before ghosting a kiss across her lips once more. We need to go; we have been missing for far toolong. The fire is likely out and the lockdown lifted which means another count will be taking place soon. I just can’t stop looking at her; my heart doing some weird shit in my chest. Despite the past few years and all the bullshit, I really like her. She is cunning, vicious, and so damn beautiful.

“You good to walk? I don’t want you stumbling.”

“Ye— Yeah,” she murmurs.

If she goes out there all doe-eyed like this, someone is going to get on her ass, and we can’t be having that. They can fuck with me all they want and say I did shit to her against her will; I don’t care, as long as they leave her the hell alone. That means, I’m going to have to get her good and riled up before we head out. She seems so damn content, and as much as I hate having to put her back in a bad mood, she needs to return to grumpy-Nadia mode.

What I am about to say next will likely put her on a rampage, and I know I’m going to pay for it, but that’s alright as long as no one finds out we have just been together.

I won’t lie; this is going to fucking suck.

“You were such a good lay, Nadia. Now I know why you’re so damaged. Had I known that you took cock so well, I’d have pinned you down a long time ago.”

Her body instantly goes stiff, and she leans back away from me. Those silver eyes of hers now a storm of anger and hurt. Mission accomplished, even though I hated saying that.

I’d nev…

“Turn the fuck around, inmate,” she orders, grabbing my arm and spinning me only to slap the cuffs around my wrists. The sound of metal clinking and grinding is normal and somehow comforting. I don’t struggle or resist, laying one wrist above the other as she cuffs them together, securing them and pulling to test their hold.

“You ever fucking say some shit like that to me again, I’ll cut your goddamn tongue out. We clear?”

“Crystal, snitch, crystal.”

We were out the door and down the hall within a few moments. Her speedy steps leading the way, making me smirk; she was so forceful when she was grumpy. If I didn’t like giving up control during sex, I’d definitely let her take me for a ride but that’s not going to happen. Just like we can’t repeat what happened. I need her to stay away from me, and not because I didn’t thoroughly enjoy it, but because her livelihood is on the line. I am in a cage, and she has freedom, I refuse to jeopardize that. Not for her, not for anyone.

“Pierce!” a deep voice echoes down the remainder of the hallway.

“What!?” Nadia rings out with a snap.

“The fuck are you at? The lockdown lifted five…”

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