Confession of a King

It had been a few days since my terrible run in with everyone under the sun at the prison. Out of desperation, I called Chelsea as soon as I got home from work Monday morning and just bawled my eyes out telling her everything that happened, including what had happened between Matt and I weeks ago, and the minor assault I endured from him that afternoon. I didn’t tell her that tidbit of information about Brian not exactly being a lawyer, but one of Matt’s pions in his gang. She had told me that she was still seeing Brian, well she was still sleeping with him, and that he rarely talked about work, Matt or anything of the sort. I had managed to keep myself off the radar the last few days, and now it was finally Friday and I just needed to get through the next four hours before I could go home for the weekend. I hadn’t thought, starting this job, that I would be in this position. It had been like six or seven months here, and who knew that I would be undermined by an officer and having some weird relationship with a gang-banging murderer.

I had one meeting with an inmate, Adam, this morning for his intake physiological exam. He had just been arrested on Tuesday for murder and gang involvement. He was an interesting guy, for sure. Very talkative for someone who was in the gang world, and was actually friendly. I typed up my report on him and didn’t really have anything negative to say yet. It was his first day, so most likely after a couple weeks in here the real-deal will be exposed. It was somewhat refreshing to talk to someone who wanted to talk, and that wasn’t as deranged as Jimmy (although I did enjoy our conversations, too). My hope was that having another gang member in here wouldn’t cause too much of an issue with our king of the jungle in here.

No shock at all, my door opened up with a knock and I actually saw Mr. Morgan escorting Matt into my room. He sported a pretty nice bloody lip, something I hadn’t seen in a while, blood on the white t-shirt he was wearing, and a bandage around his right forearm.

Mr. Morgan shoved Matt against the wall and uncuffed him, then looked at me, “Don’t forget my report by the end of the day.” I nodded in return and he walked out, closing the door behind him.

Matt continued to stand with his chest toward the wall, his head turned so his hazel eyes could stare out the window in my office. I sighed and walked over to him, placing my left hand on his lower back, rubbing it lightly, and resting my head on his shoulder blade, “Want to tell me what happened?” He didn’t say anything or react to my touch… he just continued to stare out the window, his face cold. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen that pretty face messed up.”

I felt him move slightly and looked up to see a dimple and a small smile. He turned his body and angled it so that he could wrap his bandaged arm around my waist. His hazel eyes looked down at my brown ones and he sighed, “Got into it with someone from a rival gang. I had given him a pass the past couple of days because he was a lower man in the rankings. He made a comment about you and I lost it.”

Exactly what I was hoping wouldn’t happen. I frowned, “What happened to your arm?”

“Someone didn’t give him a good enough pat down and he pulled a knife on me,” Matt smiled seeing the concern in my face. “I’m fine, Ivy… relax.”

The look of concern still hadn’t washed off my face, neither did the frown, “I thought I told you not to get into fights because of me.”

“Number one, you’re lucky I didn’t kill him for what he said about you. Number two, I don’t have to listen to your requests or follow your commands,” Matt kissed my forehead as I rolled my eyes.

“Let go of me,” I pushed his chest, signaling I wanted him to release me from his embrace.

“Once again, I don’t have to do as you ask,” he smirked.

“Matthew,” I half whined, half grumbled.

“Give me a kiss and I’ll let go,” the smile on his face getting wider as I narrowed my eyes at him. He wiggled his eyebrows as his white teeth and dimples lightened up my vision.

“Absolutely not.”

He tightened his arms around me, “Guess I’m not letting go then.”

“You’re annoying,” I laughed and stood on my toes, then went to press my lips to his cheek. He obviously knew my plan and turned his head so that his lips met mine.

His kiss wasn’t as hard as the first time he kissed me. It was softer, more passionate, instead of out of raw lust and desire. He placed one hand flat on my back, pulling me even closer to him as I felt him part my lips with his tongue. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this again. I knew it wasn’t right. My job really was on the line here, and who knows where Mr. Morgan was right now since he was the one that just escorted Matt in here. I also knew that I shouldn’t give him any kind of satisfaction or reward for the way he acted the last time I saw him, although deep down I knew that his anger got the best of him and that he truly did not mean to hurt me. Inside, part of my really wanted to keep kissing him. Matt was gorgeous, knew how to push my buttons, intrigued me, excited me, and I was strangely attracted to his extremely dominant and powerful personality. But, another part of me knew what he was, what he’s done, and that he was probably trying to play a mind game with me to get me wrapped up in him so that I would get him out of here.

He realized I wasn’t kissing him back in the same manor as he was doing to me, and pulled his mouth from mine. He looked at me with hurt eyes, and loosened his hold on my back. “What are you thinking about?”

“You,” I answered, honestly. “What do you want from me, Matt?”

He blinked a couple times and frowned, “What do you mean?”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“Doing what?” he asked me as if he was totally oblivious.

“This!” I motioned to both of us and the small amount of space between us. “All of this. The comforting. The talking to me like we’re best friends. The kissing. The emotion. Why?”

Matt sighed and released me from his hands, then walked away from me and stood on the other side of my desk, the side I usually sit on. He took a seat in my chair and looked at me. “Ivy, the first day I walked in here and saw you sitting in this spot I knew I had to have you. It was purely sexual. All lust. Then you sat here, in this spot, for weeks in a row and put up with the Shadows facade. I got addicted to you. The way you spoke to me. Then somehow you managed to get to know me, not Shadows, and now I need to have you even more. You are incredible. You’re naturally, mentally strong. You’re beautiful. You’re one of the most heavy hearted, caring people I’ve ever met. You’re the exact opposite of me. You fill that void. That’s why I’m doing all of this.” He stared me in the eyes as he said the last few lines.

I gnawed at my bottom lip as my eyes watered staring into his hazel ones. “Okay,” I said in almost a whisper.

He laughed and raised an eyebrow, “All you have to say is okay?”

“What do you expect me to say?” I said a little louder, but still pretty quiet.

He shrugged, “I was kind of hoping you’d smother me.”

I let out a small laugh at his honest answer and walked over to him, sitting on the edge of his lap. I ran my fingers through his hair and ruffled it as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He let out a low groan when I yanked his hair a bit. I pressed my lips to the space between his brows, then rested my head in his neck, sighing. One of his hands rubbed my side as the other rested on my knee. I really wanted to believe what he was saying, because I felt it, too… but something just kept eating at me and I tried to push all the thoughts to the back of my mind.

“Have sex with me,” I mumbled against his neck.

Matt chuckled, “What did you just say?”

“You heard me,” I pushed my face further into his neck, feeling my cheeks heat up. He didn’t make a single move and I frowned. I pulled my face from his neck and looked at him. His eyes were still closed, but he had a smirk plastered across his face. “Matthew.”

“Yes?” He opened one eye and looked at my unamused face, then closed it and smiled harder, his dimples getting deeper.

I growled and shifted myself on his lap, straddling him, then ran my hands underneath his shirt and up his chest, scratching lightly. I was growing tired of his annoying grin, and pressed my lips to his, immediately shoving my tongue in his mouth. It didn’t take long until my skirt was hiked up, panties were pushed to the side, and he was inside of me. His hands helped guide me up and down as I rode him. My head was thrown back, his face pushed into my chest, teeth nipping at my collarbone. My hands moved from his shoulders to his hair, and tugged until his face was in line with mine. His eyelids were heavy, his eyes glazed over, his lips parted slightly. Each time my body pushed down, causing him to go deeper, his eyes rolled back and closed, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

Just like the first time, it didn’t last long. We both reached our climaxes and sat there, forehead to forehead. My arms were wound behind his neck while his were on my back. He kissed me lightly and my eyes fluttered open, meeting his. I pulled myself off of his body and repositioned my clothing as he did the same. I pulled my sweaty mess of hair up into a messy bun and sat back on his lap, resting my head on his shoulder.

“You're mine. All mine."

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