Page 90 of Babalon

With a slight tug, he pulls me along even if he doesn’t know where I’m going today. I follow behind him, looking around to see if we are in the view of the cameras or if others are watching us. He did say we need to be careful, that the other inmates know of ourrelationship.

After telling Kace where I am supposed to be posted for the day, we head for the medical bay.

Lifting his free hand, he places his pointer finger over his full lips that I haven’t truly noticed until recently. Effectively telling me to remain quiet while we slip past a busy Cindy. Sneaking into the back of the observation areas and pulling one of the curtains closed before he rounds on me. His hands cup my face, dragging me into a harsh kiss.

I melt into him, hands sliding up and down his torso as my mouth opens to him, letting him plunge his tongue deep inside. A desperate moan slips from my ravaged mouth when his arms snake around my waist and lift me from the floor.

Legs instinctively wrap around his waist— both of his hands grip me, one focused and kneading my ass while the other holds under my thigh to keep me hoisted exactly where he wants me.

Walking us forward, he sits me on one of the gurneys and pushes me back. Forcing our lips to pop free from one another, I can’t help but pout his name. My body is on fucking fire for this man—heat radiating from between my thighs where he grinds into me.

“K—Kace, please.”

“No, I don’t want to hear you begging yet.” He growls.

Leaning in, my heart stutters when he licks along the underside of my jawline. Where Lucien had his fingers digging into me a little bit ago. The spots are still tender to the touch but the feel of his tongue sooths and chases away Lucien's dreaded touch.

“I’m only going to tell you this once, so listen closely. You’re mine and if I ever see anyone fucking touch you like that again, I’ll slit their goddamned throats.”

“You promise?”

I can’t help but tease him, the bratty side of me wanting to see him go that far. Witness him find a good reason to be in prison outside of a car accident that snagged the life of some random governor's child.

With a grunt, he reaches for my face and pries my mouth open like he has in the past. Hovering over me, he moves his mouth then opens and spit into mine, the smack of the fluid at the back of my mouth making me jolt and gag.

“Nuhuh, swallow,” he hisses, my chest heaves as panic filled my senses. I struggle at first, but fight to get my throat working and finally swallow.

“Good girl. That’s my bratty little snitch.”

Reaching for my duty belt, he starts to unfasten it, leaving it hanging open before snagging the button and zipper of mypants. I watch like the good girl he just praised me to be. The sudden realization settling in, my hands reaching to stop him even though he keeps tugging at my clothes.

“Kace… stop, we—we’re in the med bay. We’ll get caught.”

“Shhhh, baby. Cindy will be on break in just a few, then I have ten minutes to make you scream.”

I’d usually protest, not trusting anyone, let alone a criminal, or a man who had me in a precarious position but fuck I want him so bad. I need him, beneath my skin, in my chest wrapped around my heart, his soul connected with mine until the light that warms the cosmos dies out, and even then, I’d still need more of him.

So, I let go, and let this man have every piece of me.

Keeping quiet, I writhe eagerly below him when he pulled my pants open and slid them down my smooth legs, pooling the black fabric around my ankles. Kace then lifts both legs and hooks his hands under my knees. Rolling me back ‘til the front of my shins press to the bed. Ass and my slick pussy bared to the eyes I know are devouring the sight of me.

“K-Kace…”

“Fuck, look at you baby girl. Such a pretty fucking cunt.”

A sting laces through me when he roughly slaps his hand against my throbbing flesh. The pain makes me yelp and thrash, followed by his admonishing shush.

“If you get too loud, we will get caught. You don’t want that do you, snitch? I don’t think you want any other officer, or the warden, finding you taking every inch of my fucking cock like the good whore you are for me.”

“N—no. Please, please, Kace.” I plead.

“You beg so beautifully.”

When Kace lowers his head, he drags his nose and mouth through the very center of me. His nose glides right over my clit,the groan he lets out vibrates against me just enough to make my breath hitch. Then, the fiend repeats the motion.

Is… is he rubbing himself against me?

If I could arch, I would, especially when his mouth clamps around me, sucking my swollen clit roughly into his mouth. Only to let it pop free from his lips.

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