“Sure,” was my grunt. “I’ll do it.”
Red squealed with joy.
“Yay!” he giggled. “Yay, yay! Okay, I better let you get to the library. Your special friend is coming today, right? Everyone’s been talking about her,” he gossiped, leaning close. “I hear she’s real pretty.”
This was news to me. My jaw clenched, eyes probably bulging a little.
“What. The. Fuck?”
Red continued, breezily unaware.
“Oh yeah. She’s the talk of the shower. Laney was her name, right?”
Fuck. The vein in my forehead pulsed, I could feel it. Because there was nothing so disgusting as this bunch of losers talking about my girl as they wanked their dicks under the water. Fuck. It was probably a circle jerk, no less.
“Fuck this shit,” I growled under my breath. “Fuck it.”
Red jerked, eyes wide and blinking.
“What is it?” he whined. “Please don’t hurt me! I wasn’t there, it’s just what I heard!”
Smoke poured from my nostrils. Awww shit. Prison sucked. Everyone had noticed Laney, it wasn’t just me. And now everyone was gonna come to the library, eager to get an eyeful of my little girl.
FUCK!
“Never talk about her again,” I bit out, eyes murderous. “Never.”
Red literally crossed his heart, trembling on the mattress.
“Promise, Mason. I promise.”
I didn’t bother to apologize for scaring him. Instead, in two strides, I was out of the cell and headed to the library.
Because it was time to claim what was rightfully mine.
Laney.
My woman, and only mine.
But when I arrived in the dingy room, it was silent. Well, mostly silent. Because the usual bookworms were there. Frank, convicted of assault and battery, constantly hid his face behind a worn-out copy of Bleak House. Rex was a crotchety old man who was constantly shuffling around the stacks, looking for a book he never managed to find. Dude could have been out years ago, but he decided to stay. At least here he was fed and treated for his chronic kidney disease.
It was sad.
Really heart-breaking, to tell the truth.
Our system is so fucked up. This guy should be enjoying his retirement with his grandkids, but instead, he’s rotting away behind bars. What kind of a life was that?
Then again, I was here too.
Aw, fuck.
I bypassed them both and settled into my favorite chair. Tucked away in the corner, with full view of the library, I felt like a king. Again, sad. A few months ago, I had all of New York – hell, all fifty states – in the palm of my hand. And now, I had a dilapidated prison library and a crew of ragtag lunatics as my subjects.
What a fall.
I sighed and pulled out the watch Red Eye had given me.
11:43 a.m.
Laney arrived at two p.m.
Great, I had two hours to waste.
A goddamn eternity as far as I was concerned.
With nothing else to do, I grabbed a random book off the shelves and tried to read. But the image of Laney barged into my thoughts. Well, her tits did at least. I pictured them, nice and plump, right in front of my face. The image was so vivid that I imagined leaning forward and taking a bite. A nice, juicy bite.
Fuck.
Already, my cock was coming alive between my legs. How did she do it? How did she manage to get me so riled up without even being here?
After all, she wasn’t exactly my type.
My usual is tall, blonde and Amazonian, with a spray tan and a face full of make-up.
Meanwhile, Laney was none of that. She was round, with huge, heaving tits and a big ass. But there was that smile. The aura of innocence. Those pink pouty lips that had never touched a man’s dick.
Aw fuck.
Suddenly, blonde Amazonians weren’t my thing anymore.
I wanted a curvy brunette, panting and open as she screamed my name. Begging as I bent her over.
Oh yeah.
For the next two hours, Laney continued to tease my thoughts. Sure my eyes were fixed on the page, but they saw nothing. Instead, in my mind, I took my time, exploring every inch of her body. I took off her clothes piece by piece. I made her bend over and touch her toes, that back crevice parting.
Oh shit baby.
How beautiful you are.
Those dripping pink lips with the brown star on top.
Show it to me sweetheart.
Go right ahead, bend over further.
Because one way or another, she’d be mine. Laney might be sweet and innocent now, but by the time I’m done with her, she’d be a naughty little slut, prancing and dancing.
I smirked.
Because corruption is fun.
Hey, I love this shit.
But it was time to get it together. People had started to trickle into the library. If I had to guess, it was nearing two.
1:45 p.m.
Dammit. So close and yet, still so far. I didn’t know if I would be able to wait another fifteen minutes for her to arrive. Fuck. Was I getting desperate?