Page 161 of Fragments
“Yea, but can’t you just take it off now?” I slam on the brakes, skidding and holding with all my weight so he’s forced to stop.
He glares at me, one of his impatient, grouchy looks. “Why are you such a fucking pain in the ass??”
While I’m sure the question is rhetorical, I still open my mouth to deliver some form of smartass response.
But before I can, he stomps up to me, features hardened in clear frustration. “Honestly, it’s like a disorder with you. Everything has to be a twisted fucking game. Well, guess what, inmate?? Life isn’t a game!” His chest is heaving, and he’s fuming out of nowhere while I just stare at him, dumbfounded. “You can’t just play people, and push their buttons… Push and push and fuckingpushuntil they have no choice but tosnap!”
Over the course of his tirade, he’s gotten closer and closer, and now he’s up in my face. I’m backed against the wall, and he’s trapping me there with his size and his blatant anger. I’m nervous, because he looks like he might beat me into the ground, but even more so, I’m confused as shit. I have no idea where this sudden wrath is coming from.
Is he talking about me and Lex? Why would he care what happens between us?
He’s never alluded to caring about Lex enough to want to protect him.
I squint up at his face, watching his jaw tick, muscles all stiff and bunched.
No, this isn’t about me… This is about someone else.
And just like that, an idea flickers in my mind.
Velle is raging right now, clearly torn up over someone, or something they’ve done. How I imagine Lex is feeling about me…
Maybe we can help each other.
Maybe he can be like a… proxy.
Raising my arms, I slip my cuffed wrists over Velle’s head, draping my forearms on his shoulders to keep him close. He blinks at me, a bemused flash in his deep blue eyes.
“What are you doing, inmate?” he growls, not trying to back up or restrain me in any way. In fact, he’s actually easing closer.
“Take it out on me, Officer,” I hum, writhing into him.
My cock is still stuck in its cage, but it wants to be hard. In my mind, it is, and I think Velle likes the feeling of the metal rubbing against his junk.
He shakes his head slowly, eyes set on my mouth.
Moving my lips up to his, I brush them gently and he rumbles like an animal contemplating the pounce. “It’s not right that I’ve been toying with you…Punish me, Jonathan.”
He snarls, slamming me hard into the wall, practically crushing me with his weight against the concrete. His hands grip my waist, slowly falling onto my ass. I can feel how hard he is already; how wound up he is from whatever the hell is stressing him out. A tremor runs through my loins at the idea that he might make this rough.
Come on, Lex… Give in to me.
Hurt me the way I hurt you.
Velle’s eyes flick away from my face, his chin slanting up and left. I follow his vision, to the camera in the corner of the ceiling, aimed right at us.
A small smirk tugs at my lips.Okay… now we’re getting somewhere.
This definitely isn’t about me and Lex.It’s about who’s on the other side of that lens.
Honestly, I don’t care who it is. Am I intrigued?Fuck yea.But I’m more interested in getting a steady dicking from this notoriously well-hung man so I can fantasize about it being who I really wish was about to nail me to this wall…
Lex Luthor Deon.
“You’re evil, you know that?” Velle’s words vibrate into me through his wide chest.
Nodding, I close my eyes and tip my head back against the wall. “I know… I’m sor—”
He grabs my face, cutting off my words with a gasp. “No more bullshit. You made me into this…” His lips trail over my throat, and I’m fully certain he’s talking to someone else, just like I am.Damn, he really fell right into this plan…“Someone needs to fuck you right off that throne, yourhighness.”
