Page 77 of Babalon

I held my hand up just a few inches above my own head while giving Matias more details. Not because I feel that Lucien is atrue threat, not yet anyway, but if Matias don’t know him yet then he needs to.

“I’ll keep my ear to the ground about him and get back to you if you’re wanting information.”

“I’m not, I just want him to stay the hell away from me. He’s already been talking about Nadia, and I’m no longer above slitting someone’s throat.”

Matias chuckles then, reaching out to slap his hand on my shoulder.

Does he not believe me?

“We will see about that, make a real killer out of you yet. Take it easy, amigo. I’ll be in touch.” With a smirk, he takes a few steps and exits the cell. A few minutes later I follow.

Back out in gen pop, I now have a shit ton of stuff to think about. This is one of the most fucked up situations of my life—outside of killing that girl. I need to find Nadia and let her know what is going on. She needs to take time off or something, even though I loathe the idea of her being that far away from me. It seems like the smarter option than letting her stay on the grounds with the possibility of either one of us getting hurt.

Stalking the hallways, I find the hellion coming out of the medical bay—which I haven’t been to in a while, miraculously.

Fuck me, she’s beautiful.

“Woof, woof, baby girl.”

Her face contorts to contain a laugh; I can tell by the way she rolls her lips in between her teeth before speaking.

“Where the fuck did that come from, inmate?”

“Ahh, I’m inmate today? Say, I need to talk to you. Can we?” I nod my head in the opposite direction.

“After you, head down towards the pit.”

“Yes ma’am.”

I remember the way like I have been there a million times before. I would confess and say that I snuck in here during one ofthe stints where she wasn’t speaking to me, but she doesn’t need to know that. It was a way I could be close to her, as strange as that sounds.

Opening the door just wide enough where the two of us could squeeze through, one at a time, I turn back and watch her as she closes and locks it behind us.

Raising my brows, she makes a beeline for me, her arms wrapping over my shoulders and dragging me down where she crush's her lips to mine.

Holy hell, fuck me, don’t stop.

Reaching down, I grab her ass with both hands, yanking her so hard against myself that it causes me have to take a step back in order to regain my balance. One hand sliding from the cheek it squeezes down further between her legs and presses— feeling the heat of her burn my fingers.

Her little whimper that floods my mouth during the kiss is enough to send me over the edge. I need her so goddamn bad. If we were outside of these walls, I’d have her on her back all day, every fucking day.

Keeping her close to me, I take a few steps back until I feel the left-over desk meet the rear of my thighs. Using it for stability as I retract my hand, only to slide it back down, but inside her pants this time.

The memory of her reddened ass, from when I spanked her, fuels the erection that now throbbing against her stomach. Bypassing her taut backside, my fingers feels the slick arousal that coats her cunt.

Breaking the kiss, I look into her bewildered silver eyes and sink two fingers inside of her. Watching as her eyes flutter, and she instantly starts milking the digits.

“Such a needy thing you are, soaking my hand from a simple kiss.”

“Y—yes.” she pants as I slide my fingers in and out of her, taking my damn time this go around.

I keep telling myself that but she makes me desperate for her. All I want to do is rush. Get my cock inside of her, pump her full of everything I know I can give.

“Yes, what, Nadia?” I ask, leaning in to drag my nose and mouth along her jawline.

“I—I’m needy for you.”

“That’s my girl. I’m going to give you what you want, then we’re going to have a really important conversation afterwards.”

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