Page 1 of Cannon
Prologue
Queen
The room was too quiet. I could hear every beat of my heart, every ragged breath that scraped my throat raw. The walls seemed to lean in around us, pressing the air thin until all I could feel was the weight of my daughter’s eyes staring back at me.
My hands shook as I raised the gun, the metal heavy and cold, biting into my palms. The barrel lined up with the soft curve of her body. She was trembling, whispering my name like a prayer she did not know if God would answer.
For a moment I could not breathe. All I saw was her face, pale with fear, eyes wide and shining with tears. My baby. My only child. And here I was with a weapon aiming toward her.
The silence swelled, choking the space between us. My finger hovered against the trigger. One twitch, one mistake, and everything would end.
I told myself I had no choice, but the truth clawed at me from the inside. Maybe I had always been a danger to her. The darkness that haunted me was finally catching up, forcing my hand.
I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering in my ears. Pulling the trigger meant saving her. But only if my aim was good.
Chapter 1
Cannon
She opened the supply closet like it was sacred. It wasn’t. It was where I let her pray with her mouth one last time.
The lights flickered overhead, threatening to give out, as I followed Carmen into the cramped closet, the door closing with a muffled thud behind us.
It wasn’t the first time we’d met like this, but it would be the last. I had no plans to take what we did any further once I was on the other side of these concrete walls.
Carmen turned to face me, her eyes all soft and pleading like they always were when we were alone. She reached for the top button of her crisp white nurse’s uniform with trembling fingers, undoing it slowly, like she was putting on a show.
I leaned back against the metal shelving unit, crossing my arms over my chest as I watched her, my expression giving nothing away. The flickering light cast haunting shadows across my face, making me look even more like the savage this place had turned me into.
“Cannon, baby…” Carmen breathed, her voice barely above a whisper as she undid the last button, shrugging the top of her uniform down to reveal the lacy white bra that cupped her perky titties.
They were sexy as fuck but I wouldn’t miss them. There were badder bitches on the outside. But that wasn’t my singular focus. I had other shit to conquer. I had millions of dollars waiting for me.
She sank to her knees in front of me, those wide brown eyes staring up at me like I was some kind of god instead of just another convict trying to get my balls drained.
I shoved my thumbs under the elastic waistband and eased the pants down just enough. The sound of fabric dragging over skin was rough, too loud in the tight dark space. Carmen’s gaze darted hungrily to my crotch as I pulled myself free, dick already half-hard just from the anticipation of using her warm, willing mouth.
She wrapped her manicured fingers around my length, stroking me to full hardness. I kept my face carefully blank, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing how good it felt. When the first bead of moisture appeared at my tip, Carmen leaned in and licked it up like it was the nectar of the gods, moaning softly as my flavor hit her tongue.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” she breathed before wrapping her painted lips around the crown and sucking, hard.
I let out a slow, controlled breath through my nose but otherwise remained stoic and unaffected, staring down at the top of her head as she started to bob along my length, taking me deeper into the wet silk of her mouth with each pass.
It felt good. I couldn’t deny that, but I refused to let it show on my face. I didn’t want her thinking that she had me. This was transactional for me. Nothing more.
Carmen hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder, fondling my balls with her free hand as she tried her damnedest to coax a reaction from me. But I was a fortress, unbreakable,unshakeable. I kept one hand braced on the shelving behind me while the other guided her head, helping her to deep throat me.
Minutes passed in silence, broken only by the obscene slurping sounds of Carmen’s sloppy blowjob and her muffled moans around my dick. When I felt that telltale tingle at the base of my spine, I finally looked down at her, meeting her hopeful, lust-glazed eyes. I held her gaze as I reached my peak, feeling my balls draw up tight just before I let go, flooding her mouth with my nut.
To her credit, Carmen didn’t flinch, just swallowed it down like a good girl, never breaking eye contact. Only when I was fully spent did she slowly pull off, releasing my dick with a wet pop. She sat back on her heels, wiping delicately at the corners of her mouth.
“Was that good for you, baby?” she asked, a little breathless, a little anxious. Like she was desperate for my approval.
I tucked myself back into my pants without a word ,straightening my shirt before finally looking at her again. Carmen was still on her knees, hands fidgeting in her lap. The silence stretched, broken only by the buzz of the fluorescents. I let her stew in it for a long moment before I spoke.
“It was fine,” I said flatly, pushing off the shelving and stepping around her to get to the door.
Carmen scrambled to her feet, a flash of hurt flickering across her pretty face as she hurriedly buttoned her top. “Cannon, wait… before you leave can we finally… you know… You’ve never fucked me.”
