Edgar Langley.
I walked down the corridor with a satisfied smile, nodding briefly at the guards along the way. But my mind was far from there.
I closed my eyes for a moment, recalling last night.
I was patrolling the cell block when I passed by the Reaper’s cell and heard moans. It wasn’t unusual to hear that kind of sound coming from his cell, but what made me stop was the peculiar tone–a mixture of desperation and desire.
Out of pure instinct, I stepped closer, peeking through a small gap in the curtain. And what I saw left me fascinated.
The newbie, Elijah Vaughn.
The way his body moved, the moans slipping out like a perverse melody, his sweaty skin glowing under the dim light… Every detail made my cock throb. His parted lips looked like they were begging for more, and the Reaper held him like he was a trophy, an untouchable prize.
But I’m not just anyone.
I do what I want in this prison.
I stayed there, watching, absorbing every detail as my body reacted instantly. Desire shot up my spine, heat pooling in my gut.
F**k, that boy moaned so beautifully.
Before I could get caught, I walked away and headed to the office. But the scene wouldn’t leave my mind. Still flooded by the images, I jerked off right there, imagining what it would be like to be in the Reaper’s place, holding that body, hearing those moans meant for me.
exhaled slowly, bringing myself back to the present.
And then, I made a decision.
Elijah Vaughn will be mine.
I’ve always hated the Reaper. That bastard acts like he owns this prison. He walks through the corridors like a king, like this place belongs to him. And everyone–guards, inmates–bows to him. Everyone except me.
He tried to kill me once. I barely escaped with my life. He crushed me against the wall like I was nothing.
Since that day, my hatred for him grew to unbearable levels. But he’s not the only dangerous man bere.
I am too.
I control the guards. I know the hidden tunnels. I know exactly what happens in every damn cell of this place.
And now, I’m going to take his toy.
Just imagining his face when he finds out another man had what’s his, that his precious little toy was used and dirtied by someone else, drives me insane.
He doesn’t care about anyone–that’s obvious. A man like him doesn’t feel. But what turns me on is the disgust he’s going to feel.
The humiliation. The rage of knowing someone dared to touch what he thinks is his.
I can’t wait to see his face.
Today is the perfect day.
According to my source, the Reaper will be busy. Every week, he spends an entire day in the warden’s office, doing who knows what. Even I don’t have-
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access, and that pisses me off.
But today, that inconvenience works in my favor. Once he goes into that office, he won’t come out until nightfall.
I have hours to enjoy his toy.
My steps echoed in the corridor as I headed toward the cafeteria. I knew exactly where Elijah would be.
He always sat with that trash, Fox.
I passed by the inmates slowly, scanning each table until I found him. There he was. Hair still damp from a shower. He had no idea what was coming.
My smile widened when I confirmed the Reaper wasn’t around. Perfect. Even better than I expected.
The hunt had begun.
I clenched my fists when I saw him looking so damn comfortable, laughing at something Fox said. Like he was already used to this hell.
I walked over to their table, taking my time, stopping right beside the newbie.
“Hey, newbie.”
His body stiffened, and Fox lifted his head. Both of them turned to face me.
The kid blinked a few times before focusing on me.
“Today, you’ll be cleaning the north wing’s storage room,” I announced firmly, leaving no room for argument.
Confusion crossed his features.
The silence that followed was delicious.
Fox, however, was the first to react.
“But the newbie works with me in the kitchen.”
Of course. Like that mattered.
I crossed my arms, turning my attention to Fox, who glared at me defiantly.
Mind your business, Fox. I’m in charge here, and he’ll work in the storage room.”
The atmosphere around the table turned tense.
I watched the kid clench his fists, his shoulders stiff.
He wasn’t stupid. He knew something was wrong. He could feel it.
But there was nothing he could do.
Finish your food and get moving,” I ordered, walking away without giving them a chance to argue.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
