The Warden introduces himself, and instructs Dash to have a seat.
“I’m good,” Dash mutters, and my dickthrobs.
Fromtwofucking words. But spoken in a voice that can only be described as aneargasm.
Fuck me, I’ll be hearing those two words in my dreams for the rest of my life.
The Ivory uses his standard effortless intimidation to get Dash seated, and I’m just… in awe. Watching him. Studying his every movement.
The way he slumps in his chair, elbows resting on his knees.
My eyes take in every inch of him, starved for all of it; the pointed slope of his nose, thoselips, so plump and pouty, I’m throbbing where I stand. Razor sharp jawline. Long arms, swellsof biceps and triceps decorated in occasional ink. Wrists cuffed, keeping his hands together. Masculine fingers visibly fidgeting.
He peers in my direction, and my heart rate spikes. But the Warden’s voice distracts him before our eyes can meet.
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” The Ivory says, going on with some variation of his usual schpiel. I’m barely listening.
I’m too busy focusing onDash. The way he looks, his mannerisms. It’s all so peculiar…Seeinghim with my own two eyes, after thinking about him for so long as an objective fantasy.
I’d hoped the reality of him in front of me would break the spell…
But it hasn’t. Fuck me, it’s a million times stronger now.
Baby…
I want…
“I robbed a bank,” Dash’s raspy yet melodious voice breaks into my unhinged obsessing.God,pleasenever stop talking, sweet thing. You are perfect…“I don’t belong here.”
I stop drooling just long enough to blink.
The Warden gives him a sharp look. “Au contraire, Mr. Reznikov. I believe you’re exactly where you belong.”
His eyes are stuck on his shoes as the Warden continues talking, blathering. I can’t be certain Dash is even listening until he comes to stand before him. My muscles stiffen, as if preparing to protect him as The Ivory bends to make eye contact.
“Do you understand why you’re here, Dascha? Truly?” He asks, and Dash is visibly uneasy.
He closes his eyes and shakes his head. “I… I robbed Municipal Credit Union…”
His words, in that grungy voice, hang in the air. The Warden is giving him a look that seems to mirror how I’m feeling.
Robbing the bank…? That’s it?
Is he really going to deny killing Karly?
Sure, he could just be lying, pledging his innocence. But I’ve seen that many times over the years, we all have. And that’s not what I’m seeing or feeling from Dascha right now when he reopens his eyes.
I would say it could be a symptom of my crush, but The Ivory looks a bit puzzled himself.
Does Dash not recall what he did? How is that possible?
Hekilledthe governor’s niece… Didn’t he?
His gaze at the Warden hardens a bit, restless in consternation until he twitches in his seat. He seems edgy, knee bouncing, fingers twisting in his lap. And I’m overpowered by the desire to ease his suffering.
I’ve never felt anything like it; a fervent yearning to comfort someone, take their pain away. It’s visceral. The most intense wave of angst washes over me, and it’s active work, not lunging at the kid.
Swallowing thickly, my thumb and middle fingertips tap together, over and over, the only slight movement Ihaveto keep myself in check.
