Page 58 of Imprisoned

AXEL

The harsh overhead lighting buzzes, difficult to adjust to after weeks of near-darkness. Willow was the only thing that grounded me. Her daily visits to service my dick became my anchor, and fuck, I feel like I’m dying when she’s not with me.

I try to drink in the familiar sight of Willow’s office—the leather chair, the clinical desk, the camera in the corner that’s seen so much and yet has always been handled by bribes.

My muscles stay coiled, ready. A month in solitary changes a man and sharpens his instincts. I’ve been brought in for some reason, but Willow isn’t here yet.

The moment she walks in, the constant chorus of violence in my head falls silent.

She’s different. The timid doctor who first interviewed me is gone. Willow moves like a predator rather than prey now. Her blue eyes hold mine with unflinching intensity.

“Dr. Matthews.” My voice comes out rough from disuse. “Miss me?”

“Every second.” The words slip out softly. She glances at the camera and slides into her chair, crossing her legs. The hem ofher skirt rides up just enough to make my mouth water. “I’ve handled the camera today.”

“You’ve changed,” I point out. “Found yourself while I was away?”

A smile plays at the corners of her mouth, and it’s not the nervous one she used to give; it’s wicked and knowing. “Maybe you’re seeing what was always there.”

The air between us crackles with possibility. This new Willow radiates power and danger, making my skin prickle with anticipation.

“Show me,” I demand.

She rises, approaching me. A jolt of electricity courses through me as she leans down, her lips barely brushing my ear. “Soon, we will be free together. I’m working on a plan.”

I spring forward, and her eyes widen as I pull her onto my lap, her legs straddling me. I groan, filling my hands with her ass, squeezing. She gasps, her breasts crushed against my chest.

Fuck, she feels good.

“I’ve missed this.” My lips brush her ear, her hair cascading down, shielding us from prying eyes. “I missed fucking you somewhere that I can see your pretty face. Solitary was a lousy place for fucking.”

Pulling back, I scrutinize her flushed cheeks and swollen lips. God, she’s gorgeous. My throat tightens with the urge to mark her, to claim her. Instead, I tug at the neckline of her shirt, exposing her creamy skin. “You too, I bet.” I chuckle, my voice dropping an octave. Being cooped up in this office without me to play with. Without this...”

My teeth find her pulse point, nipping. Her head falls back, baring the smooth column of her throat, and I can’t resist tasting her. Teeth sinking in, I feel her shiver.

“Axel, please.”

My hands find her blouse, desperate to feel her skin. Buttons pop open, one after another, under my urgent fingers. I pull the fabric, baring her breasts.

Diving my mouth to her nipple, I groan at the taste of her. Suckling hard, I swirl my tongue, enjoying her sharp intake of breath. Her fingers twist in my hair, urging me on as I feast on her, marking my territory.

Then, with a savage growl, I bite down, relishing her cry of pleasure and pain. Her body bucks against mine, but I hold her firm. This mark will fade, but I crave something more permanent. A mark only she and I will know, binding us together in this twisted dance.

I pull back from her breast, admiring the mark I’ve left. My thumb traces over it as an idea sparks. “Once we’re out of here, I will tattoo you. Mark you as mine permanently.”

Her eyes widen. “You know how to tattoo?”

“I was an artist before. Got skilled with the needle.” My fingers trail down her spine, remembering the feel of the machine in my hand. “I’ll take my time with you. Make it beautiful. Make it hurt just right.”

She shivers against me, and I grip her hips. “Now, were you a good girl? Did you follow the instructions I gave you yesterday in solitary?”

Her cheeks flush pink as she nods. “Yes.”

“Show me.” I force her up, spinning her around and bending her over her desk. Papers scatter as I lift her skirt, groaning at the sight of the thick plug nestled between her cheeks. “Good girl.”

I grasp the base, slowly working it free.

I waste no time, yanking her skirt up to her waist, baring that beautiful, ripe ass. My cock twitches, hungry for her. I line myself up, teasing her with the head of my cock, relishing the whimper that escapes her as she pushes back, eager for more.

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