Page 96 of Babalon

“Wait, the fuck, Lucien!”

I thrash under him, but for a skinny guy, he is stout. His clean hand wraps around the front of my mouth and pushes down, pinning my head against the floor when his bloodied one, my blood, curls around his dick and he started to stroke.

I’m going to be sick.

He is quiet, and it’s disturbing how calm he is. There is no enjoyment, no grunts or panting of pleasure, just the slick sounds of my blood over his penis and his punishingly quick strokes. Does he think only meaningful sex is a sin of the flesh or is this something else?

It looks… looks like is just trying to expel something from his body. Surely, this weirdo doesn’t think arousal is demonic. A few moments later he stills, pouring his cum over the front of my jumper.

“I can smell her on you. You’re not allowed to wear her like a badge of honor. She belongs to me, and I decide who she spreads her legs for. Touch her again, your spine and skull will be displayed in the middle of gen pop.”

Shaking the blood and cum from his hand, he pats my face then shoves away from me, taking off down the hall like nothing happened between the two of us. I thought I was quick to change emotions, but he has me beat by a mile.

Maybe he doesn’t have emotions to begin with.

After the hottest shower known to prison-kind, I redressed in another jumper, letting the orange fabric hang down at my hips, tying the sleeves around them to keep it in place. Chow is nothing, I can’t eat, even if I want to. His threat doesn’t mean much to me, but the shit he said keeps running through my head.

If I think about it, it only pisses me off more, but surely, she hasn’t let him touch her. Not in a way where he would be led to believe he has a claim on her. I can’t stomach the idea of her being with anyone but me and I swear if she has been…

Sliding both hands into my hair, I squeeze the strands, pulling at the roots enough to create the ache I need to focus onsomething other than the thoughts that are plaguing my mind. If this is any indication how our relationship may go, I’m going to go bald and I don’t know if I can pull that off.

I need to fucking see her, immediately.

Standing up, I yank my full tray off the table and throw the whole damn thing in the trash on my way out of the cafeteria. We are supposed to be meeting in the rec yard any moment, what better time to get there than right now.

I walk by a new group of inmates that are lining the wall again, what’s one more batch of the state’s worst, right? Keep adding more to this shit hole, and we’re going to start picking each other off faster than we have been.

At the door to the yard, I grip the door bar that reaches from one side to the other, both hands holding the door release. I lean over, letting my head fall between my arms. Exhaling then inhaling a breath that fills my lungs nearly beyond capacity. I can’t, can’t, can’t picture Nadia with anyone else, and the longer I do, the crazier it makes me.

Giving the door a controlled push, I step through into the dark of night, a cool breeze slaps me in the face. A stark contrast to the stuffy-warmth of the prison. Not bothering looking around, I squeeze between the busted chain link fence and the wall, slipping into the unsupervised area to wait for her.

Leaning back against the stone work, I place both of my hands on the top of my head and look up at the sky— watching the pulsar stars twinkle in the dark of night. An airplane off in the distance, then the low hanging clouds rolling through at random. It’s peaceful out here and a piece of me thinks that this may be one of the last glimpses of space before winter hits and the snow clouds mask the beauty of the universe.

Hearing a rustling to my right, I look over and see Nadia squeeze through the same space I just snuck through. One of hergear pieces snags on a rogue wire from the fence, making her to cuss under her breath.

Walking over, I curl my hand around her ponytail and wrench her head back. Wild silver eyes staring up at me as I peer down at her.

Fuck my life, she’s stunning.

“Before I let you go, your reply determines if I walk away or not.”

“Uh—okay,” she stutters.

“Have you been with any of the other inmates?”

“What? What kinda stupid fucking question is that, Kace? Of course I haven’t. Have you seen most of them?”

I didn’t wait, I help her out of the fence and yank her up to me by the grip in her hair. Crushing my mouth to hers, hastily invading it with my tongue and swallowing her cries.

Pulling away, our foreheads press together, my eyes remain shut as I just bask in the feel of her in my hands. One embraces her face, gliding against her soft skin, the other releasing her hair and cradling her at the nape.

If I could touch her all the time, I’d never stop.

“I’m sorry, baby girl, forgive me.”

“What happened?” she asks, her voice soft though curious.

“I had one hell of a day without you. Someone filled my head full of doubts. I—I just needed to make sure.”

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