Because I was gonna take, for sure. She was mine to own and possess, only mine.
In reaction, my cock grew between my legs, straining against the fabric of my jumper.
Fuck. I needed to do something to relieve this pressure.
But not so fast. Because the puzzles were endless too. Laney had been a virgin? Shit, really? I thought virgins were like unicorns these days. Girls lost it so early that there was no female untouched, not in my circle at least.
But I’d found one right here at the San Nemo, no less.
How did I get so lucky?
How could such a breathtaking woman be a virgin?
Here, of all places?
It seemed impossible.
But no, it was true. I’d tasted that snatch myself, run my tongue over her hymen. It was intact. Were other guys out there blind and stupid? Had to be, seeing that she’d never ridden a dick before.
Hell. Maybe they couldn’t get it up and Laney was smart enough to save herself from a disappointing experience with a lesser male.
Maybe she craved an alpha cock, something hard, thick and glorious.
Fuck yeah.
Right up my alley.
I’d be happy to do the honors.
And the cherry on top? Laney had a good heart. Why else would she be volunteering at a prison? Not many people would have the altruism to do such a thing, especially when it didn’t pay anything. Back in the old days, charity was shit to me. Philanthropy? What was that? I would rather spend my money whoring and gambling.
Laney, however, was different. You could tell she was. It was written in her eyes. The way she looked at us with interest and respect. There was no judgment. She saw us as people, not fucking pigs like the guards did. She was truly giving every single one of us a second chance.
The girl was an angel.
Well, an angel that was also sexy as fuck.
I grunted.
I wanted to do something special for her. She deserved it. Hell, she deserved the whole world and if I were on the outside, it would have been no trouble. One snap of my fingers, and baubles, clothes, even real estate would appear.
But fuck, I was trapped here. What could I do? I really doubted she’d enjoy a gift of some folded prison uniforms. Yeah, that would be totally romantic.
Fuck.
My anger grew.
I should have been out of here already. I shouldn’t have been in this shithole in the first place.
And when I got out, there would be hell to pay. Everyone who conspired against me? They’d scream and cry, wishing they’d never been born.
But still, that was for the future. Right now, I was stuck here. So what next? What could I do for Laney?
Suddenly, a light patter of feet interrupted my thoughts.
I lifted my head and to my surprise, Silky Slim was standing at the doorway. Again. This guy was a glutton for punishment. What the hell?
“What do you want?” I asked in a surly voice. His eyes were bloodshot and skin even more translucent than usual. The albino was practically see-through at this point, the maze of veins on his face making him look like a haunted skeleton.
“Just thought I would drop by,” he giggled, bony frame shaking with the effort. “You know, to spend time with my buddy. We’re buddies, aren’t we? I mean, I have a whole chapter about you in my book. Mason Evercore, King of San Nemo peni-peni ….” He struggled with the five-syllable word like a fish out of water.
“Penitentiary.”
“That’s it! That’s it!” The albino nodded so hard I feared his neck would snap. At least if Slim ever grew bored of writing his novel, he would make one hell of a bobble doll. “It has a nice ring to it, don’t it? You might want to consider putting it on your resume.”
I snorted rudely. What did this shit-for-brains know about resumes? Please. Motherfucker has never seen a resume in his life.
I growled.
“If you just came in here to spew crap about resumes then you better get packing. I don’t have time for this.”
“Oh?” Slim’s eyes went wide. He rocked on his heels, like an excited child waiting for ice cream. I was starting to think there was something seriously wrong with this guy. Like he was dropped on his head as a kid or something. “Why, are you busy Mason?”
I tossed my legs over the side of the bed and sat up.
“Yes,” was my growl. “Get the fuck out.”
But Slim just doesn’t know when to stop.
“You want me to leave so you can jerk off, thinking about that Laney girl, right?” he hissed sibilantly. “You and every other guy in this place hahaha!” he chortled. Then dropping his voice, the man spoke in a whisper. “If you ask me, she’s a little fat right? Like massive badunk-a-dunk? Some of the other dudes like it though. You should hear some of the shit they’ve been saying in the showers – “