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  His hands moved lower. Soapy fingers parted my folds, and I involuntarily spread my legs for him. He didn’t say a word. He rubbed the soap into my blond curls until they were white and thick with foam, then he crouched down to get better access to my thighs, knees, and calves. He took my right foot in his hands, and I had to lift my leg. I placed my hands on his shoulders for support, and I could swear I felt the vibration of a growl. My next foot was next, and when he was done, I was basically covered in a thick layer of soap from head to toe. He stood up and gently pushed me back under the quick spray, then proceeded to diligently clean every inch of my body. He started with my hair, and I closed my eyes again and leaned my head back. His hands felt divine!

  The shower must have lasted an hour. When I stepped out of it, I was sparkling clean, my skin rosy and glowing after the attention it had been given. He wrapped me in a huge towel, and since I didn’t have any shoes, he decided to carry me. Not like Alaric had carried me – thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. No. He placed one arm under my knees, and the other around my back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stared at his handsome profile the whole way back to the cell. He’d done a fine job at scrubbing me, but I was already ruining it with the hot juices that were dripping down my thighs. Soon, they would soak through the towel.

  The cell had been cleaned, and a new set of blankets, sheets, and pillows was waiting for me on the floor. There were also some clothes, but I ignored them. My skin was still burning hot, and on top of that, I knew that if Officer Stone visited me later, he’d just rip them off my body. I wasn’t the kind of person to waste perfectly good clothes.

  Okay, who was I kidding? As I built a new nest, I moved gracefully and enticingly, making sure to give Warden Green a nice view of my ass and my wet pussy. I knew he was watching. I wanted to seduce him. I wanted him to snap and just take me already, mark me as his own, just like the other two had already done. Why not? Why was he fighting this so hard? Once my nest was just right and perfect, I crawled into it and pulled the soft wool blanket over my body. The things he’d brought me today were of much better quality than what Stone had brought me last night. Seeing that I was finally settled, he grabbed the tray that had been left on the floor by whoever had cleaned the cell and brought it over to me. He sat beside my nest as I dug in, first drinking half of the bottle of water. The food was incomparable to what the inmates were given in the cafeteria, too. A juicy piece of steak with mashed potatoes and the puffiest bread roll I’d ever sank my teeth in. It was still warm. It was all so delicious, and I was so famished that while I ate, I forgot I was going through the most intense heat since I’d become a woman, and that I wanted Warden Green between my legs.

  He watched me eat. I slowed down, the silence starting to bug me.

  “Talk to me,” I said.

  He cocked an eyebrow. “About what?”

  “Anything. Tell me about you. And if you don’t want to, then tell me about Officer Stone or Father Rivera. Why do they hate me so much?”

  He smiled. “They don’t hate you.”

  I frowned. “Officer Stone tased me. Father Rivera beat me…”

  “Spanked you. There’s a difference.”

  “Is there?”

  He was silent again. I finished my meal and drank the rest of the water. He set the tray aside and sat back down, avoiding my nest. I gathered my courage and touched his arm. When he didn’t stop me, I wrapped both my hands around his huge biceps and pulled him toward me.

  “Sierra, no.”

  “Why not?” I was horny again. Happy for having been fed, my body wanted other things now. “I know you want me.”

  He sighed. I pulled again, and he finally inched closer to me, his knee sinking into my pillow. He was still resisting me, but I felt like if I tried harder, if I refused to give up, then he’d give in to his own animalistic desires.

  “Sierra, it doesn’t matter what I want.”

  I stared at him with big, wide eyes. This air of mystery that surrounded him… It was driving me crazy! Crazy with lust. Now I wanted him even more because I couldn’t have him.

  “What matters, then?”

  “Who you are, who I am, and what each of us did in the past.”

  I pouted. “That sounds awfully complicated, when things should be simple right now. I’m an Omega in heat, you’re an Alpha who needs to claim me.”

  “No.”

  “Yes, you need it.” I tipped my chin toward his clothed erection. “I’m not blind, I can see it. And I can smell you. You want me. Badly.” I released his arm and pushed the blanket off me. “I’m here, I’m all yours.”

  He shook his head. “You don’t understand.” His eyes lingered on my breasts, though. He didn’t ask me to cover myself. “I’ve done this before, Sierra, and I know it doesn’t end well.”

  “What are you talking about?” But my intuition was on high alert. It had already caught the meaning of his words, and a knot formed in my chest. It was so painful that I had to press my hand between my breasts to calm myself down.

  “I’ve been with an inmate before.”

  “Is she the one who betrayed you and gave you the scar?”

  He nodded. I took a deep breath in and released it slowly, trying not to sigh too much.

  “I will never betray you,” I said, and oddly enough, I meant it.

  He chuckled. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep. You can’t remember what happened three days ago and you’re making a promise like that? What if you made a promise to your father, or your mother, and then…”

  My heart sank. He was right. Still, this wasn’t about love and betrayal, was it? It was about the fact that I had a pussy and he had a cock. It was about sex. I bit down on my lower lip, the slight pain helping to clear my mind. I knew what I wanted from him. Of course I didn’t expect him to take me as a mate, just like I didn’t expect it from Officer Stone and Father Rivera. Father Rivera should have been celibate, anyway. I climbed on top of him before he had time to wrap his head around what was happening. I straddled his hips and pushed my breasts in his face, one of my nipples landing right against his lips. He pursed them and kept his mouth shut. He didn’t push me away, though, so I grinded my pussy on his cock, staining his pants with my slick.

  “Please,” I whispered. “This one time. We don’t have to do it ever again.”

  He placed his hands on my waist and moved his head back to look up at me.

  “Sierra…”

  I could hear the surrender in his voice, so I moved again, rolling my hips enticingly. A small grunt escaped his lips, but just as he was about to lean in and take my nipple in his mouth, the door burst open and Father Rivera stormed into the cell. He looked like he’d flashed here.

  “Warden, a riot broke out in the courtyard. The guards need you. Now.”

  Cursing under his breath, Callum pushed me off him and stood up.

  “Okay, let’s go,” he barked at the priest.

  Father Rivera hesitated, his eyes flicking between him and me. He cleared his throat. “I think I better stay… with her. She’s in a drug-induced heat. She shouldn’t be alone.”

  The warden’s shoulders tensed. For some reason, he didn’t seem thrilled with the idea of leaving Father Rivera in charge of me. He had to make a decision fast, and he did. He walked up to the priest, stepped right into his personal space, and pushed his chest out, forcing Rivera to back up against the wall.

  “All right, Garrett. You can watch her until I come back. But I’m going to have to take your belt.”

  “What?”

  “Your leather belt. Give it to me.” He held his big hand out.

  Father Rivera shook his head displeased but did what the warden ordered. He took out his belt. Callum grabbed it quickly and stormed out of the cell, slamming the heavy door behind him. Father Rivera rolled his eyes, then turned to me. A grin pulled at the corners of his lips.

  “Callum thinks that if he took my belt, then I have nothing to make things more interesting for you.” He bowed his head slightly and took off his rosary. He held it up, the medium-sized cross swinging before my eyes like a pendulum. It must have been made of a black crystal. Obsidian, maybe. “What do you think, Wisteria? Will this do?”

  My heart beat wildly. I was equally afraid and excited. Instead of answering him, I licked my lips and spread my legs.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Father Rivera

  She was pure temptation on two long legs that were soon going to wrap around me. Since I’d met her, she’d made me sin in a thousand ways. Now I couldn’t sit inside the confessional without my cock getting hard, which made my job very difficult. There were still inmates at Dark Moon Prison who were practicing believers and came to confess their sins at least two times a week. Whatever they confessed, they went and did again the very same day, and two or three days later, remorse hit them like a hammer, and they came to confess again. Over and over, until I already knew their speeches by heart. All the better. I could tune them out and think about Wisteria.

  She was lying in her nest, legs spread apart, her purple eyes fixed on the rosary in my hand, her mind probably going in circles about what I was going to do with it. Well, I had a couple of ideas.

  “I’m going to remove my clothes,” I said. “And while I do it, here…” I threw the rosary at her. “Lick it.” Might as well let her get familiar with it.

  She caught it and studied it for a minute. She brushed her fingers over the obsidian cross, then counted the rosary beads as she touched them one by one. I unbuttoned my robe and shrugged it off, then got rid of my shirt and pants. I took off my boots, my boxer briefs, and stalked over to her completely naked, my cock hard and leaking precum. She looked up at me
, and when our gazes met, she realized she hadn’t done what I’d asked. Slowly, she stuck out her tongue and licked the crucifix tentatively.

  “Get the beads wet, too.”

  She dipped the whole rosary in her mouth, then pulled it out, the beads popping from between her lips, one by one, drenched in her saliva.

  “Good girl,” I breathed. “Officer Stone has trained you well.” I believed it was already silently accepted that Alaric was the rough one, the one with the knack for discipline, Callum was the gentle one, the Alpha who took care of her and made sure she was clean and fed, and I was the twisted one. The perverted one. I was the one who was going to break her in ways that she’d never imagined existed.

  “What are you going to do?” she asked as I climbed on top of her. She placed her head on the pillow, her tongue darting out to lick the crucifix again. “Are you going to fuck me with it?”

  I grinned. “Would you like that?”

  She thought for a second. “I don’t know… I think I’m a believer. Or I was… before I got here. I think… it would be sacrilegious.”

  “It would be, indeed…”

  I lowered myself, trapping her lithe body under mine. She couldn’t move unless I allowed her to. I shoved two fingers in her mouth and asked her to suck, which she did eagerly. Everything that I did was slow and deliberate. I wanted to enjoy this, savor it. When my fingers were sufficiently wet, I traced them down her body until I reached her pelvis. I lingered there for a moment, and she soon squirmed and bucked her hips, trying to get me to touch her clit. But her clit wasn’t my destination. I moved my hand lower, brushing past her entrance, and stopping at the tight ring of muscles that protected the only hole my seed – and neither Alaric’s – had found its way in. She tensed, and I caressed her face with my other hand.

  “Shh… It will feel so good, you’ll cum in seconds.”

  She nodded, but I could see the fear in her eyes. Too bad it didn’t make me stop. On the contrary – it turned me on so hard that all I wanted now was to bury my cock in her ass. But she wasn’t ready yet. As stupid as it might have sounded, I wanted her to enjoy this. I wanted her to become addicted to it, so she’d ask me on her own next time. Today, I was going to give her pleasure like she’d never felt before, and then… then I was going to make her feel pain like she’d never thought possible, not even in her darkest nightmares. My poor, poor Wisteria. She had no idea what was coming. And I had no idea how she’d react, but I knew one thing: there was one goal here, and one goal alone. After what I did to her today, she had to agree to do certain things to me. She couldn’t keep on taking without giving, and since I was still a man of God, it was my duty to teach her this valuable lesson.

  I gently pushed one finger inside her virgin hole. She let out a soft whimper, but she didn’t show any sign of discomfort, so I pressed on. Soon, I was pumping my digit in and out of her, stretching her enough to push the second one in.

  “How does it feel?”

  “Forbidden,” she whispered.

  I smiled. “You’re a little sinner, Wisteria. My little sinner.”

  “Yes, Father.”

  “I am going to punish you.”

  “When?”

  “When I see fit.”

  I pulled my fingers out and positioned one bead of the rosary at her puckered entrance. She tensed. I stroked her hair to soothe her.

  “You’ll like it. I promise.”

  “I… I’ve never done this before.”

  I almost laughed. Of course she hadn’t! She’d been perfectly and deliciously untouched until yesterday!

  “You’ll like it,” I repeated.

  Finally, she nodded, and I took it as an invitation to go on. The first bead slipped inside her, and then the next. Always two beads one after the other, since the rosary was a loop, after all. But the beads were small, so they were unlikely to cause any pain. I continued like that until the whole rosary was inside her, except for the crucifix at the end, which dangled blasphemously on the outside. I pushed myself up to get a good look at her. She was sprawled onto the blankets, her long blond hair covering the pillow, drops of sweat around her temples and above her upper lip, her hands squeezed into fists at her sides. Her legs were wide open, though, which meant she was still on board. She just… needed a minute to get used to this, to wrap her head around what was happening.

  “I’ll pull it out slowly. And you’ll cum.”

  “I… I don’t know.”

  “You will have no choice. It will feel that good.”

  She let out a long sigh. I clasped the crucifix between my fingers and started pulling slowly. The first bead popped out of her, and she moaned. The next, and then another, and another, until I was pulling the beads out at a steady pace, and she started thrashing, arching her back, and moaning loudly and shamelessly. She was almost there, but not quite. With my other hand, I found her clit and started rubbing it languidly. She jerked up, looked at me with those dark pupils dilated by lust, then started touching her breasts, kneading them and pinching her own nipples. Soon, she was coming in waves, screaming her orgasm at the top of her lungs, shooting her creamy juices all over my hand. She came so hard, that a long string of her cum splashed onto my cock. I had to grab the base and squeeze tightly to prevent my own release just from seeing her so utterly lost in pleasure. The rosary was out of her, and I threw it away, in a corner of the cell. I flipped her on her stomach and pulled her ass up before she even understood what was happening. She was ready, and I wasn’t going to waste another second. I placed the head of my dick at the entrance of her sweet ass and pushed in slowly. The muscles resisted at first, but I soon felt her give in and relax with a sigh. Good. She trusted me. Her trust would only help me break her better. I buried myself inside her, inch by inch, until I was finally in almost to my balls. She was so tight that I could cry. In fact, I felt a tear slip down my cheek, and I was glad I’d been inspired enough to take her from behind. It was the best position for anal anyway.

  “It feels like I’m… so full,” she whimpered. Her voice was shaky, and she was trembling all over. Her body was covered in a cold sheen of sweat, but somehow, when I pressed my hand to the small of her back to hold her still, her skin still burned with that awful fever.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “N-no. It’s just… strange.”

  I took a deep breath in and held it at the top. I wiped the tear off my cheek. I stayed like that for a long minute, just enjoying the feeling of having my cock inside her ass, her muscles clenching and unclenching around me, as if they were unsure whether they should accept my dick or push it out. When I felt ready, I pulled out and slammed back in. I was done being gentle. I needed to fuck her hard, fast, leave her sobbing as she tried to get away from me.

  “Oh!”

  I grabbed her hair, twisted it around my wrist, and pulled harshly, forcing her to arch her back almost to the breaking point. She was flexible. She’d survive.

  “Please… It hurts now.”

  “Yes, it does.” I laughed as I pounded her mercilessly. “You could stop this, you know.”

  “Please…” She started crying.

  I was so close, but I didn’t want to cum yet. I pulled at her hair again and slapped her ass as hard as I could. She screamed in pain.

  “Why are you doing this?”

  “Why aren’t you stopping me?” I growled. “Why aren’t you defending yourself? Fight me!”

  “I can’t,” she sobbed.

  “Of course you can.” I released her hair and pushed her head in the pillow. If she wanted, she could have thrown me off her. Hell! She could have shifted! Instead, she buried her head in the pillow and cried harder. “Fuck!” I leaned over her and wrapped my hands around her throat. The collar was in the way, but if I pushed it up a few inches, I could dig my fingers into her windpipe. “Fight me, damn it!”