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across the hall and into a room, tossed her on the bed, and wiggled her out of her jeans. He pinned her hands above her head, locking them in his grip and under his control. She freely opened her legs to him as he yanked her top up ripping a tit free from the lacy white bra she wore. His lips locked down on a nipple as his tongue flicked over it, allowing the piercing in his tongue to rake over the tender flesh.
    Her hips rocked up against him and he chuckled as he buried his face in her hair and took her scent in. “You want to feel that cock torment you. Don’t you, girl? You’re going to learn, though. You get cock when I say you get cock.”
    He slid into her tight opening while forcing her legs back to make her take everything he had to give. He thrust in hard and forced her to stretch open and take his full girth.
    “You’re so fucking tight, girl. Man, you haven’t been fucked in forever.” She groaned and the gravel in her voice made it almost unrecognizable. “Please, ahh fuck, you’re going to make me come.”
    “Beg me!” he said. “Beg, don’t groan!”
    “Please, oh fuck that feels so good. What the hell are you hitting inside of me?”
    “I’m hitting your g-spot, baby girl. Now, come.” She screamed out in agonized pleasure and he knew he was giving her something she had never experienced before—a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her pussy clamping down on him like a vice grip took him over the edge and he pulled out to pump his seed all over her stomach. He rubbed it into her skin, saturating her with his mark. “You are going to walk around all night with my scent on you. You’re mine, girl. You fucking belong to me and you better keep that in the forefront of your mind from now on.”
    He barely heard her voice. Her response was barely above a whisper when she groaned, “Yes, I am…”
     
     

The convict’s chains clinked, hitting the concrete flooring with every step as the guard led him back towards his cell. No sooner had they entered the prisoner’s compound than all hell broke loose. He didn’t know the details but, somehow, one of these crazy fucks had managed to get one of the guard’s guns and open every cell on deck. All it took was the push of a button on the computer that regulated everything. Everything was operated by that computer behind the desk in the center of the prison area.
    The convict wasted no time and threw his manacled hands over his guard’s head from behind. Using the chain to squeeze off the artery that provided blood flow to the man’s brain, it didn’t take long before he was nothing more than a heap at the convict’s chained feet. Thirty seconds after that, he was free of shackles and armed with the guard’s gun.
    The place was utter chaos as inmates threw toilet paper, books, and anything else they could find from the second floor landing. Someone had managed to get to the computer again and open all the cell doors to release every prisoner in the place, not just the ones on this deck, and the result was quickly turning into a full-blown riot. Small fires had already been started and fights were breaking out everywhere. Only one thing was on the mind of the serial killer though, and that was getting the fuck out of here and getting his hands on the sweet, little, piece of meat who had made the mistake of bonding with him through e-mails and visits. Suddenly, his daydream of tying her up and torturing her before he began slicing up her body was now a distinct possibility.

     

Chapter Ten
    Grace sat at her desk and nursed off the effects of being out too late the night before. It wasn’t anything a couple of aspirin and a heavy dose of caffeine wouldn’t take care of.
    She looked down at her cell phone when it beeped and alerted her of an incoming text.
    Talon: Are you surviving after last night’s party?
    Grace: Yes, I’m just glad I didn’t overdo it.
    Talon: Shoulda’ stayed here so I could fuck your little brains out all night.
    Grace: