Capítulo 8: Chapter 8: Kiss and Tell

Xanth

"Break it up," I yell, my voice streaming across the long hall. I shove aside the asses who've spilled out of the mess hall to watch the fight. They're blocking my path, cheering, and laughing for pure entertainment. In truth, I never interrupt fights well not right away. This shithole is boring as day old shit, and if inmates want to fight, I'm all for it. Get their anger out.

Except with Shaye as the punching bag, I can't help myself but get involved. Absolutely for selfish reasons. I snatch Mattius' scrawny neck and haul him off her. "I said, enough!"

Then, I shove the chicks aside. They stumble away, but I don't have eyes for the twins. Plus, I'd heard they're both sharing Mattius. It doesn't surprise me.

The girls are part wood nymphs, a very small part, but it's enough to make them captivating. So much so, they made their rounds to a big number of the inmates and officers. But I steer clear. One taste and getting them out of your head is close to impossible.

Only reason they ended with Mattius is because he is partially linked to Dionysus, and one-hundred percent dickhead. He's here for murdering human women serial killer. It doesn't matter in Purgatory Penitentiary what crime you committed. Everyone is lumped in together.

Shaye's on the ground, her lip busted, hair messy and pulled, and a bruise forming across her chin. But it's her eyes that catch my attention. Turquoise eyes so bright against her pale skin, spectacular sea-green windows to her soul. There's so much more to her than a pretty face, so much more I want to explore.

I reach down. "Take my hand."

She looks up at me with one eye, while the other one is swelling shut, uncertainty painting her face into a frown. She doesn't trust me, and I don't blame her. I wouldn't trust me either, but right now I'm all she's got.

Someone grumbles behind me, and I turn my head in their direction when soft fingers touch my palm. Tender and small. A shiver shoots down my spine a small touch and something overcomes me. Heat flushes my skin, and something invisible is tugging at me. My cock gives a twitch, responding to her. The sensation is so intense it surprises me. I grit my teeth and try to push past the need and want deepening within me. What exactly is she?

I knew it from when I first saw her she was special. Not sure how yet, but I'll find out.

I draw her to her feet, and she stumbles against me. The temptation to take her in my arms and hide her from those who want to hurt her tightens in my gut. This isn't me. I don't save inmates. I cheer on from the sidelines and I'm fucking good at it. Who isn't, right? But with her, I want to wrap her up, to hide her, to keep her for myself.

Well, I never said I was a good guy here. It's not often that a girl grabs my attention this way.

"Thank you," she says, her voice soft and squeaky. There is a vulnerability in her expression. She's scared. Heck, everyone is scared here.

"Come with me." I offer and drop her hand.

She follows me away from the hall, away from prying eyes, away from the chaos. I'll deal with Mattius and his birds later.

She walks alongside me and doesn't say a word, but I see her looking over her shoulder. Her arms wrap around herself as she hunches over, limping a bit as she walks, but she lifts her chin anyway. Even if she is only a demi-god, she carries herself like a goddess and I can't help but be drawn even more to her.

I grind the back of my teeth knowing the rules. Can't get involved with a prisoner. Especially not one who draws me to her so strongly that I feel like I'm going to go out of my mind if I don't touch her. Instead, I clench my fists and march ahead.

It's not long before we're in a secluded hallway. I know the jail and the inmates' schedules. No one will be down this way for forty-seven minutes.

"Where are we going?" she says breathlessly.

Her aquamarine eyes blink up at me, widening slightly. There's a swelling to the side of her cheek that's going to be an ugly bruise soon. I can't stop my hand from reaching up and softly stroking her flesh with my thumb. As soon as I brush her skin, energy shoots up my arm, and my dick punches in my pants.

Something is different about her... and I need to know more. I want to know what her mouth tastes like, her breast, the soft spot between her legs, and behind her ears. I want to know all of her.

Seeing my hesitation, she leans back against the wall, her breathing turning heavy. Does she feel it too? This magnetism between us? I stride toward her, but she doesn't flinch or back away.

No, her lips part in a sigh. Like she's struggling to understand this too.

I press my body to her, a shudder of pleasure nearly knocking me to my knees. Though my mouth is hovering so close to her, sex wouldn't be a bad thing. Even from here, I can smell her intoxicating scent. A musky, heady smell like anemone and roses. And I can't get enough.

She places her hands on my chest. Her eyes glaze with desire.

My gaze sweeps left and right. We're alone. And excitement bursts deep in my gut at being here alone with her, to break the rules, to discover her secrets.

We are staring each other down, and I'm breathing hard. The trepidation in her expression fuels my adrenaline.

My lips graze over hers and I let out a lustful groan. I kiss her like I'm ravenous. Like she is the substance that keeps me alive. She tastes like honey. Her lips are softer than rose petals. I want to go slow. I want to enjoy the moment, but my cock grinds against her sex. She mewls as she grasps my arms and her closeness sends passion whipping through me.

I yank her prison shirt down, exposing her breasts. They are full and plump in my palms. The nipples pucker, straining for my touch. She wraps a leg around my hips, trying to draw me closer. And hell if I don't want to oblige and fuck her right here and now.

She sucks on my tongue, eliciting a rumbled growl in my chest. Fuck! I can imagine her sweet little mouth on my cock. Using one hand, I lock both her arms above her head, moving away from her kiss to taste her perky nipple. I tease her with nips that make her moan. Her breaths come out faster.

Her arm bumps mine and my vision dissolves.

"Are we just going to stand here?" she asks.

Her words rip me out of my dream, my fantasy, whatever the fuck that just was. But I want it to be real so hard. My dick is punching against my pants and I'm surprised I don't have a massive hole in my uniform.

"Shaye Trimorphe has a visitor," a buzzing voice comes through my earpiece from the front office. I turn away from her, my body is aching, but I shake it off and tap the button on my earpiece. "Give me fifteen and I'll bring her around the front."

She's studying me when I look over my shoulder at her. Those cheeks are rosy from being caught eyeing me up and down. I reach for the handcuffs on my belt. "You have a visitor, but first you're going to the nurse's office."

I reach for her hand and she pulls back, her eyes wide like a terrified deer. I snatch her wrist and cuff her, my mind drowning in images of her cuffed to the bed, stripped naked and me balls deep inside her. The heat hasn't left my body, it's driving me insane. I shiver with need, but I fight it with everything I have.

"Don't resist me or it'll be harder for you," I explain and grit my teeth.

She gasps when I take her other hand and cuff her wrists together in front of her. "What god are you aligned to?" she asks, her voice strong despite having just been beaten up.

I can tell she's a fighter. Good because she'll need it in here. What she's experienced so far is only the tip of the iceberg of this penitentiary. And I'm not even sure I can keep her safe from the rest of the chaos that exists here.

"You want to see who I am?" I murmur.

"Curious. Each of our divinities defines us, don't you think?"

The way she speaks makes me think she's lying and doesn't for a second believe any of that bullshit. But I can play along. I love a good cat and mouse game. "Just like you and me and everyone else in this hellhole, we aren't princes and princesses, we are what is left of us. Part human, part god, but which part you decide to be is up to you."

Her perfectly shaped eyebrow arches. "And which are you?"

A smirk pushes across my lips. "Like father like son."

I take her elbow and we walk down the hall.

"You didn't answer my question," she insists.

I adore her curiosity. She doesn't sit back and let things happen, but questions everything. Still, she's so damn innocent, and all I can think about is breaking her.

I blow out a breath. If she finds out about my lineage, she'll react like everyone else fear and suspicion. How can I blame them? There's a danger that lives deep inside me that I know comes from him, and that scares me more than anything else.

Except I'm well aware of how this story will go with Shaye. She will drive me insane until I give in to my temptations. I will steal her innocence and she'll want it, they always do. But with Shaye, there's so much more to her that I know exactly how this will end. In a very bad way for me.

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