Page 7 of Liberating Mia
“Oh God, so good,” she crooned. “I’m going to come.”
“Hang on, Sugar. I’m nearly there with you. Don’t you dare come before me,” he growled against her breast.
Leaning over, he lavished attention on her other nipple, fucking her harder. He felt the warning tingle in his spine.
“I’m coming, sugar,” he said hoarsely. “Come with me.”
“Yes, god yes!” she cried.
He put his big hands on her hips, plunging deep. He felt her go slick around him, and she cried out as she came, clamping down on him like a tight fist. That was all he needed to send him over the edge. He came so hard his sight went black around the edges. He couldn’t remember the last time sex had been this good.
Finn lowered himself over her and lay there as they took a moment to catch their breath. After a few moments, realizing he might be too heavy for her, he rolled them onto their sides and drew her against his chest where he lay running his hand up and down the satiny-smooth skin of her arm. They lay like that for some time, quietly gathering themselves.
Checking the time, he bit back a curse. He had to get going, but the last thing Finn wanted was to say goodbye just yet. Eventually though, he asked, “Do you mind if I use your shower?”
“Not at all; it’s just through that door.”
He rolled out of bed and headed for the space she’d indicated.
When Finn came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, he found her lying exactly where he’d left her. Walking over to the bed, he leaned down to give her one last, lingering kiss.
“So long, Sugar. Thank you for a most delightful evening. Take care,” he said as he ran a finger tenderly down her cheek. Then he headed for the door.
Pulling it open, he turned to give her one last smile before closing it quietly behind him.
Chapter Six
Marcus loathed communal shower time. Being naked in front of a bunch of strangers – men – made his skin crawl. Since he didn’t have a choice, though, he resorted to dawdling so he’d be among the last to make use of the facilities.
Today was no exception. He’d waited until the very last minute, and now he had the showers almost completely to himself. Happily, he noticed not only was the end stall available today, but the two stalls next to it were empty too. He ambled over to the bench in front of his chosen stall and lay his things down. Sitting, he took his time undoing his shoes and getting undressed.
His procrastination was rewarded when one of the other inmates hurried out of the shower and into his clothing, leaving the area as quickly as possible. With a look of distaste at the flip-flops he was forced to wear, he slipped them on before making his way over to the cubicle he’d selected.
He fiddled with the taps until he got the water just right. He’d always been particular about the little things. Just because he was caged like an animal didn’t mean he had to change his standards. As he shifted in under the soothing spray, his thoughts turned, as always, back to his ex-wife. She was, after all, the reason he was confined to this hellhole.
The mere thought of Tahlia had his blood boiling. The ungrateful bitch had done nothing but whine and cry throughout the years of their marriage. He provided her with everything. All he’d ever asked for in return was a son. But even that was too much for the stupid woman to get right. Since he was incarcerated for attempted murder, he now regretted not having finished the job. At least he’d have had the satisfaction himself.
Instead, she’d gotten herself killed in a road accident. Or at least, so he’d heard.
Movement in the cubicle next to his drew Marcus from his thoughts. He needed to get done and get out. He hated when they encroached on his personal space. Grabbing the shampoo, he squeezed some into his hand and rubbed it into a lather. As soap dripped down his face, he closed his eyes. A feeling of vulnerability swept through him. He didn’t like it.
Before he could wash the shampoo out of his hair and open his eyes, Marcus felt a hairy, muscular arm clamp around his neck from behind. Before he knew what was happening his head was slammed up against the tiles hard enough to daze him. Reeling from the blow, he felt the familiar icy grip of panic as the arm tightened, making it a little harder to breathe. He could hear them breathing in his ear and then he felt a hand glide over his hip and down to his cock.
Oh God. His worst nightmare was coming true. He started to struggle, but the arm around his neck constricted more. Panting, both in fear and from lack of air, Marcus tried to break free of the grip. The hand fondled him, squeezing his balls and stroking his cock until he was hard.
He heard the gravelly whisper as black spots began to dance around the periphery of his vision. “Yeah, you like that don’t you, asshole.” None too gently, the hand continued to tug on him as the voice continued. “We warned you bad things would happen if you continued to see the popo.”
As panic gripped him, Marcus began to struggle in earnest. His head was smashed against the wall again. Nausea roiled in his stomach, both from the knock and the fear. Weakness invaded his limbs. This couldn’t be happening. He’d stayed out of trouble, kept to himself, and refrained from engaging with anyone. In the end, it looked like it was all for nothing.
“I didn’t tell them anything.” His voice was hoarse. “They came to me.”
“Yeah, Mr. Hunt says it makes no never-mind. He wants you gone. Permanently.”
Unbidden, tears came then. Regret for all the things he would never get to do. The vision of finally being released and getting the chance to do things he hadn’t gotten around to had been the only thing that had kept him sane. Now he knew he’d never get the chance.
A scalding wave of anger replaced the panic. He wasn’t ready for it to end this way. Giving it what little he had left, Marcus squirmed and twisted, but the arm around his neck grew inexorably tighter. As if from a long distance, Marcus heard the whisper again. “Mr. Hunt says he’ll see you in hell.”
The snapping sound echoed through the now-empty bathroom, but Marcus never heard a sound. He’d never hear anything again.
