I kiss down her spine, my lips brushing against the skin as she shivers. Taking one of her wrists, I bring it behind her back and fasten one cuff securely. Then I bring the other back, forcing her face down onto the desk as I fasten the second one. My little officer is submissive, not saying a word as I move her, spreading her legs with the gentle nudge of my feet against hers.
I pick the baton back up and run it over her skin, down her back, over her ass before sliding it between her legs and gently rubbing it against her pussy. When I pull it back, it’s slick, her juices coating the plastic.
“Oh fuck Rabbit,” I moan against her ass cheek before biting down. I swirl my tongue over the skin and kiss it before moving away. The flesh is red where I bit down, marking her as mine. She groans and pushes herself back against the stick.
“Want me to use this to fuck you?” I ask as I move it closer to her entrance, just gently prodding and pushing without entering her, before sliding it back over her clit.
“Yesss…” she hisses, her breath hitching as I slowly push the baton inside her tight little cunt. There’s darkness inside her she’s never explored until me, and I keep pushing at her boundaries. The best part is that she keeps giving and giving, her darkness feeding my own.
“Fuck Creed, I need more,” she cries against the desk.
“More?” I tease as I withdraw the nightstick. Smearing my fingers with her juices I rub them over her ass. If she wanted more then I was more than happy to double up on the sensation.
I slide the baton back inside her pussy, filling her so that she mewls and writhes beneath me. Taking my cock in my free hand I massage the tip against her opening, spreading the wetness around before I push my way in leisurely. I’m in no rush and if Anna keeps making those little panting noises I was going to bust a nut before I even got all the way in. Once I’m fully inside her I give her a second for us both to adjust. Fuck, this woman was the ultimate fantasy. And she was mine. All fucking mine.
“Elijah…” she whispers.
“Hmmm Rabbit?”
“Please fuck me,” she begs, her voice trembling.
I was only too happy to oblige, moving in and out of her tight fucking asshole with a steady tempo. Slow and steady always wins the race when it came to things like this; it prolonged the pleasure for the both of us, creating a build-up that was almost unbearable. I worked the baton at the same pace but opposite in regards to timing. As my dick pulled out of her tight little hole, the baton went in her dripping pussy. She was never not being fucked and I loved watching her squirm, hands pinned behind her back, as she came screaming my name. I shoved my fingers into her mouth, silencing the shouts that escape her throat as she bucked against me, milking me to my own orgasm. As I filled her up, my body shook with the intensity of what we’d just done.
There is no other way to describe it: I think I’m in love with Anna Bishop.
Chapter Eighteen
Anna
Creed undid the handcuffs and kissed the rub marks on my wrists tenderly. The baton sat on my desk, coated in my juices, dripping with how he made me feel and I blush. He’d fucked me using my own baton. Not only that, but I’d been a total hussy and let him do something I’d never let any other man do. He owned my body completely and there was no use fighting it. I was in too deep, lost in this criminal who devoured me body and soul. He passes me my uniform and quickly pulls his own clothes on. I’m buttoning up my blouse when he puts his hands over mine and pulls me into his chest. His chin rests on top of my head.
“You chose me,” he murmurs before kissing my forehead and it’s like something falls into place. If I had lied about my suspicions, he would see it as me not choosing him―choosing them and then he would never trust me. But now, now he could open up to me. I was his safe haven. He squeezes me tighter and I inhale the scent of sex that clings to his skin. My arms wrap around his back, I want him closer.
I fought against my life every day, fought against my father and I hadn’t realised how tired I was of pushing back until Creed unleashed something inside me. Now I wasn’t pushing, I was annihilating the chains that bound me. I was finally free and I wasn’t going to go back in my box, I couldn’t be some pretty little housewife. With Creed I felt like I could be anything.
He glances at the clock and sighs, “It’s time to leave…”
I nod, while we were together we both got caught up in the fantasy, and the reality faded away. There was nothing but us. This. However the sound of footsteps down the corridor, hushed voices and even the odd alarm remind me that actually we’re in a prison and the man holding me isn’t Prince Charming, he’s the boogie man lurking under my bed.
He cups my face, kissing the tip of my nose.
“Rabbit, I…” he growls low in my ear. “You’re mine. You got that?”
This was as close as Creed got to any kind of declaration, I couldn’t very well ask The Left-Hand to spell out his feelings because he wouldn’t. This was enough. He was enough.
“I love you too Elijah.” I’m confident with the words because I’ve never said anything truer in my life. I love his dark side, his sins, his scars―I love it all. After another sigh he finally detangles himself from me and leaves the workshop, flashing me that signature smirk of his as he does.
Creed has barely gone an hour when I get called into the Warden’s office. My heart races in my chest, threatening to escape my ribcage with each step closer. Was it Creed? Was something wrong? Had the Lopez gang gotten retribution? Had someone seen us together? A million things flash into my head and it’s like there’s a lump in my throat trying to suffocate me. I can’t swallow. I can’t think straight.
I sit in a chair in front of the Warden, my hands clutched in my lap to stop them from trembling. My brain is firing on all cylinders, each confusing thought causing me to panic so much so that I almost miss it when the Warden explains that my class has been cancelled.
“I’m sorry... what?” I stammer, my heart almost stopping. How would I see Creed?
“Look, Anna―it’s not that you’re not a great Officer because you are. Your art programme has done wonders for our rehabilitation rates but I’m afraid with funding cuts, budgets and so on... it’s just not possible to keep you here.” He fidgets with his hands and shuffles some papers before putting them back on the desk.
My tongue feels thick and heavy in my mouth. “I’m being fired?”
He loosens his tie slightly, a layer of sweat forming of his forehead.
“Not quite, you were still under probation so it’s more like we’re withdrawing our job offer,” he explains, his voice hitching. His nervous disposition has me on edge.
“How many others?” I ask curtly as I cross my legs.
“W-w-what?” he stutters, avoiding my gaze.
“How many others are being fired?” I demand, I’m sick of the games.
“Well... I can’t disclose…”
I nod. “Just me then.”
One nil to the Judge. If he wanted a war, I was only too happy to oblige.
Chapter Nineteen
Creed
I wanted Anna Bishop, I’d always wanted her but now it felt different. I didn’t want to use her to punish Williamson, or gain leverage. I didn’t want her broken at my feet, I needed her standing by my side. I wanted her because she was fearless, feisty and had a body that I could kill for. I mean, I have killed for less. I didn’t have to hide who I was or what I did, she already knew that. I had to get out of this shithole, there were only so many art room meetings we could have and pretty soon two or three times a week wasn’t going to be enough.
Julian was looking into her family on the outside, sending me information through John and sometimes smuggling it in with Kal. I had a little network of spies trying to figure what had gone wrong that night. It was a relatively straightforward job, go in, torture the guy a little, find out where he was hiding the money he’d been skimming off us and then get rid of him. Clean. Easy. No fuss, no muss. We’d wiped eve
rything down afterwards. Bleached the place and then torched it. So how the hell had some of my DNA turned up on a crow bar found near the scene? I like to switch up my methods so that I’m harder to trace or profile and I can’t even remember if I’d used a crow bar that night. Blood spatters turned up elsewhere too. That just wasn’t possible. I didn’t leave a single drop of blood―I wasn’t an amateur. I wasn’t being cocky, just overly cautious. I’d been set up and betrayed, but there was no proof.
Judge Williamson was only happy to convict me despite my alibi and the fact that the blood sample was contaminated, rendering it useless according to my lawyer, but he wouldn’t listen. He had it out for me through the whole trial and I don’t know why I didn’t click until Anna. He had his fat fucking fingers in an awful lot of pies and I was willing to bet he had an active part in me going down. Now that I knew his son Andrew was also a slimy motherfucker it was starting to slot together.
Get The Left-Hand out of the way and you’re free to work your way up the hierarchy, clawing at every bit of power you can in the hopes of being somebody with influence. I was the only thing standing between Andrew and Julian. I would never let anyone harm Julian, he was always my first priority. My loyalty always lay with him. I put this genius power play at Andrew’s feet but the man was a moron, I’m willing to bet daddy was behind the whole thing. Filthy fucking hypocrite.
Now I needed to work on finding out how they planted the evidence, where did it come from originally? Who else was involved? If I couldn’t find what I needed then I could be stuck in here for a lot longer than I planned and that didn’t work for me.
“Kal, any fresh news?” I ask as I pass the contraband king in the corridor on the way to my maintenance duties. He grins at me, and it makes my skin crawl. While Kal was useful and resourceful he was the type of guy whose loyalty could be bought or threatened. Those kind of men made me uneasy because there was no real trust there, only backstabbing and climbing over one another to get to the top.
“Not about that... but dude, I just heard Officer Bishop left with a box full of her shit.”
“Left?” I stop in my tracks. That isn’t right. I was with her earlier and she didn’t mention any of this to me.
He leans in and whispers, “Yep. Marcus saw her emptying her desk and then Benji saw her heading out to the car park with her stuff.”
“Break apart you two,” an officer shouts over and we both take a step back.
What the fuck was going on? Was Anna running?
Chapter Twenty
Anna
My hands are shaking as I drive to my father's house. I was full of such rage, how dare he? How fucking dare he mess with my job? I was an adult, not some pawn in his shady game of life. I’d already called his secretary Martha and she’d told me apologetically that my father was busy in court all day today. That was fine, I didn’t want to speak to him anyway. The strings he pulled at work with the Warden reminded me that my father had friends in very high places, and equally he knew people who were lower than the lowest. I needed access to his home computer, I needed some dirt on him and then he would see what game we were playing. I wasn’t going to roll over on this one.
I pull up outside and let myself in the door with the spare key he gave me when I first moved out. This house used to be a home but after my mother died it was like all the light was sucked out of it. My father had always been the disciplinarian, the harsh one but I never would have pegged him as corrupt. Did my mother know? Did her warmth hide the fact that he cared only for himself? I feel like an idiot for just sitting at dinner every Thursday and never pushing the issues with my father or Andrew. He was clearly in this up to his neck too, and his drug problem was obviously getting worse.
Sneaking into my father’s home office I shudder, I was never allowed in here as a child and as an adult the thought of being caught was still terrifying. Sitting in his large leather chair I boot up the computer and it logs me in without a password. My father was a smart man but technology was not his strong point. I open up his emails and the pre-saved passwords are already filled in. Was he so secure in his home security that he thought no one could get to his computer? I have a quick nose through his emails going back the last two months or so. I print a few out that I think may be helpful. Next I go through all the files on his desktop. I print more of these out and make a copy to my memory stick just in case. Some of what I read has my eyebrows raised, my father the Judge was knee deep in dog shit and there was no way he could dig his way out of it this time. I pull open his desk drawers and find a key for his filing cabinet. Man, the laxness of it all almost made me smile. Cockiness was going to be his downfall.
The filling cabinet turns out to be the motherlode filled with police files, notes, letters and even photographs. I have no idea how much of it is relevant and to be honest I’m not sure I even wanted to dig around in the dark muddy waters of my father’s corruption, so I just grab as much as I can and leave. If Creed can’t find what he needs in here then he was never going to find it.
Driving into the city I feel like a weight has been lifted off my chest, there was a delicious freedom in doing something you weren’t supposed to and the added bonus of not getting caught. As a Slice of Heaven comes into view the excitement inside me starts to build to new highs. I stride in like I belong there, this ex-prison officer who was the daughter of a Judge and taught art as a form of rehabilitation just sauntered into a Mob joint for the second time in my life.
Rosie spots me as soon as I enter as sashays towards me.
“How can I help you hun? Is everything okay?” She places a hand on my arm, worry etched on her face.
“Yeah. It’s going to be okay. I wasn’t sure if it was, but it is. It has to be.” I realise I’m babbling, the excitement and nerves overflowing now. I was out of my damn mind for Elijah Creed and it felt amazing.
I grab my satchel where I’d hastily shoved all the documents, the memory stick and the print outs from the house. I thrust it at her, my whole body shaking.
“Pass this to whoever it needs to go to.”
“What is it?” she asks carefully as she takes the bag but doesn’t look inside.
“It’s Creed’s freedom.”
Her eyebrow quirks up at that but she says nothing. With a click of her fingers a man I’d wrongly assumed was a customer climbs out from a booth and takes the bag from her. With a nod and a small smile from her, he leaves the shop.
Rosie grins at me, “So what now Anna?”
“I have to find my brother. I need to see how deep the rot goes.”
“You’re going to clean house?” she asks with a knowing look on her face.
I nod, I can’t keep living my life in a bubble. Everything needed to be out in the open, the rot had to be cut away and while I secretly hoped Andrew could still be saved I had my doubts. I had seen too much in those files to ever look at my father or my brother the same way again.
She pulls me into a tight hug and whispers, “We’ll make a Mafia wife out of you yet.”
I smile back at her as I leave. I always said I was never going to be anyone’s docile little housewife, but the idea of a Mob wife appealed to me. Being Creed’s wife appealed to me. As I jump back in my car yet again I feel an odd sense of triumph.
Stealing documents from my father: one point.
Handing them to the Mafia: one point.
Current score: Anna two. Judge one.
Chapter Twenty-One
Creed
I traipse to art class in a foul mood because I know that my Little Rabbit has fled. There are whispers about the new guy stood at the front of the room, an Officer called Lewis who is a dickbag with a ginger moustache. I can’t even be bothered to be here without her. What’s the fucking point? What was she thinking? Why didn’t she tell me? When I get out of here, I swear to God... I’m going to make sure she never leaves again, even if that means I have to handcuff her to me. She is mine. Body, soul and everything else that goes along with tha
t. She needed to learn that there was no escaping Elijah Creed.
“Well Creed, you can’t fuck this one” a voice to my left chuckles and I look over to see Sanchez grinning at me.
I see red. There’s no other explanation for it. I mean, I had reached an agreement with the Lopez cartel, but I wasn’t going to take comments from this fucking prick and his shit eating smile. Nah, that wasn’t me.
My fist connects with his jaw and the thrill that shoots through me keeps me going as I land two more punches.
“What did you say?” I growl as I bring my knee up to his stomach.
God, I love adrenaline. Sanchez tries to grapple with me to stop my hits but that’s okay because I bite his ear. Howling he throws himself backwards and out of my reach. At this point the other members of the class have all stepped away, giving us space. Not even Louis tries to help his amigo. I own this place motherfucker. I stand over him, blood dribbling from my mouth as he lies in a ball on the floor crying and I spit out the chunk of skin still between my teeth.
“On your knees Creed,” Office Lewis shouts as he holds his Taser and baton out. He’s already sounded the alarm and soon the room is flooded with guards screaming at everyone to get down.
Sanchez is taken to medical bitching and moaning while I’m cuffed and escorted to the Warden’s office. A stint in solitary wasn’t ideal, it would weaken my hold in the prison just a little but with my frame of mind right now I clearly needed it. I was losing it. I wasn’t the kind of man who lost his temper uncontrollably. I was precise, extracting. I didn’t act out of anger like this.
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