Page 55 of Imprisoned

“Turn around,” I purr against her ear.

She obeys immediately, her palms pressing flat against the cold concrete wall. I kick her feet apart, positioning her. The dim light from the tiny window catches only the curve of her cheek and the arch of her back as she presents herself to me.

I free myself from my prison clothes, then hike up her skirt. The blackness of solitary means I’m relying on touch alone. When I find her soaking wet cunt, she gasps softly. Fuck. She’s already drenched.

“Axel, please,” she whimpers, voice echoing in the small space.

I press my chest against her back, pinning her to the wall. “You came here for this, didn’t you? Couldn’t stay away.”

Her answer is a desperate moan as I thrust into her with one powerful stroke. I feel her clamp around me. Without sight, everything intensifies—the slick grip of her body and the sweet-salt scent of her skin.

I set a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving her harder against the wall. Her gasps synchronize with my movements,creating a primal soundtrack that bounces off the concrete. Without seeing her face clearly, I focus on how she clenches around me and how her breathing catches when I hit the right spot.

“Mine,” I grunt into her hair, one hand wrapping around her throat while the other grips her hip hard enough to bruise.

Being in complete darkness makes her feel more like a part of me than ever. We are just two bodies moving together without boundaries, prison walls, or rules.

I lean forward, teeth grazing her ear. “Tell me how much you fucking missed me, little pixie. It’s been a day, but I bet you were dripping just thinking about me.”

Her back arches as I thrust deeper.

“I couldn’t—ah—couldn’t stop thinking about you,” she gasps, voice breaking with each thrust. “During meetings, I felt you inside me, remembered how you filled me.”

My grip tightens around her throat, just enough pressure to make her gasp. “Your tight little cunt belongs to me. Did you touch yourself thinking about me last night?”

“Yes,” she admits, shameless now. “In the shower. Pretended it was your fingers.”

The voices in my head purr with approval. She’s ours completely.

“Such a dirty little doctor.” I slide my hand from her hip to between her legs, finding her swollen clit. “Professional on the outside and a filthy slut on the inside.”

She moans, pressing back against me. “Only for you, Axel. Nobody else sees this side of me.”

“Damn right.” I slow my pace, making her feel every inch. “What would they think if they saw their pristine Dr. Matthews begging for a psychopath’s cock? Tell me how bad you need it.”

“I need it so much it hurts,” she whimpers. “Couldn’t focus all day. Just keep remembering how you feel and how you taste.When I heard you were in solitary, all I could think about was how I could come here and see you.”

Her confession makes me throb inside her. Even separated by prison walls, I own her thoughts.

“You’re my perfect little whore,” I growl, picking up the pace again. “So proper on the outside, but you’re just as sick as I am. That’s why we fit, baby.”

“I missed how you talk to me,” she admits between gasps. “Nobody else understands what I need.”

I pick up the pace, slamming into her with enough force to make the concrete wall scrape against her palms. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, and I have to cover her mouth with my hand to keep the guards from hearing.

“If they catch you in here like this,” I state harshly against her ear, “bent over and taking my cock like the perfect little slut you are, what would happen to your career then?”

She shudders around me, her inner walls clenching tight at my words. The danger of our situation only makes her hungrier for me. I can feel her getting closer, her body tensing.

“You’re going to come for me,” I command, circling her clit faster. “Come all over my cock while I fill you up.”

My demons form a unified chorus, urging me to claim her completely. They’re not demanding blood—they want her marked, owned, and mine in every way possible.

“Axel,” she gasps. “I’m?—”

“That’s it, baby,” I praise, feeling my release building. “Come with me.”

I thrust deeper, harder, losing myself in her. When she shatters around me, I follow immediately, emptying myself inside her with a groan that echoes off the walls. For a perfect moment, there’s nothing but blinding pleasure and blessed silence in my mind.

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