To be Pretty in Prison

18 [M]

A slightly longer update for you all. If you're not familiar with any of my other books, that M means this chapter contains mature scenes.

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Dec gestured for me to bow, I dipped my head until I was at his level and he reached to clasped the dog tags around my neck. Once he'd stepped back and I returned to my full height, I looked down, seeing the two tags rest comfortably between my pecs.

The Declan Donnelly shone extra bright against my worn military tag. I blushed when I caught Dec's eye, not because i was embarrassed about having his ownership of me around my neck for everyone to see... but because I actually liked it and he knew that— it's why was so smug

"So, are you ready? If we are late my Mam will be mad and she's terrifying when she's mad."

I found it extremely weird whenever Dec spoke of his Mam, I'd never considered him seeking the comfort of a mother figure, or fearing her wrath, but now I could see clear as day what a mummy's boy Declan really was. It was funny how, as soon as Dec wasn't guarding certain information, he became so easy to read.

He took my hand, and the first step we took was a painful reminder of how long I'd gone without pain medication.

"Wait... Dec..." I grunted, letting go of his hand and limping to the nearest wall, eager to take some weight off my prosthetic so I could massage the severed tissue. "I need to see Curly... for my dose."

The smaller man gave me a skeptical look and checked his watch, "You don't need to go to Curly. I have them."

He studied my leg for a moment and sighed, "it's too early, so you'll have to work for them."

My eyebrow lifted in confusion as Declan popped out my pills from a small bottle into his hand and my eyes widened when he placed them on his tongue.

Closing his mouth, he smirked and stepped back with a playful twinkle in his eye. He didn't swallow and I knew exactly what his game was, my eyes flickered over his slim figure, dressed up flawlessly and then back to his handsome face.

This was a game I quite fancied playing.

I was nervous to initiate for the first time, but I wanted my medication just as much as I wanted Donnelly's plumped red lips gliding over mine, stimulating that part of my brain that in the past, only my addictions had provided the same levels of dopamine.

I stepped closer, my heart now thumping hard in my chest as I backed him into the corner, one hand pressed beside his head and the other holding his hip close to my own.

Dec squirmed impatiently against me, his arms slung around my neck, breathing heavily through his nose as I slowly pressed my mouth to his, probing my tongue against his warm lips, begging him for entrance and feeling frustrated when I wasn't immediately welcomed in.

The game turned into a fight, I wanted those pills, wanted the pain to stop and I wanted to gain some semblance of control over the smaller man. Suddenly, I picked him up, and he wasn't expecting it, in his moment of shock I was able to press my tongue between his lips and immediately lost myself in that heat as his clever tongue battled to distract me.

His legs around my waist pulled me in with surprising strength, our groins pressed together and I moaned, he tasted so good, his small body felt so good against me, the way he was grinding and how his hands toyed with my hair.

I groaned and tried to focus, I removed my hand from the wall and pulled his hair back so I had complete access to his mouth and stole my medication from him, swallowing it down fast and gasping in relief but I didn't stop.