Darkmore Penitentiary 2 - Caroline Peckham Page 0,161

up the buttons of my shirt and healing away any marks she'd left on my skin. Rosalie stepped forward when I was finished, flattening my hair as she chewed on her bottom lip.

"Sure I'm not gonna get in trouble, boss man?"

"I'm sure," I growled. When bodies turned up dead in Darkmore, there weren't many questions asked if there were no obvious witnesses. And I sure as shit wasn't going to let her seem culpable. "So how are we going to get out of here without being caught on the CCTV?"

"I can move faster than the cameras can record," I said and a teasing smile pulled at her lips.

"I know just how fast you can move," she purred and my throat thickened. Was I an idiot to think she wouldn't tell the other guards about what I'd done? She could destroy my life with a few words to the warden. Everything about my future was held in her palms. And there was nothing I could do about it. But I wouldn't have taken back a single drop of the blood I'd spilled even if it were possible. Those monsters would never lay their hands on her again and that was something I would never be sorry for.

“The Oscuras will take credit for this,” she said, glancing back over at the dead bodies. “Gustard has been coming at me publicly so it won’t be a surprise that the gangs came to blows. There’s over a hundred Wolves in my pack, so all I have to do is whisper in a few ears about the way we crushed these fuckers and they’ll all just assume it was other members of the pack who actually struck the blow while they take credit for it as a group. They won’t even realise the boast is a lie. Gustard will believe it too. So long as you swear not a single one of my Wolves will be punished for it.”

For a moment I could only stare at her, surprised that she’d make me that offer after everything I’d done to her. It didn’t even feel like she was offering to do it so that she could own me, though I supposed she could hold this secret over my head now. But she’d already been keeping secrets that could have seen me fired at the very least and hadn’t even revealed them when I’d left her down in the hole. I didn’t know why, but I trusted Rosalie Oscura.

“They won’t be punished,” I swore. “If any evidence happened to show up, I can easily get rid of it.”

“Looks like I’ve got you too then, Mason,” she purred and my throat thickened at that statement.

For all the hope that we could cover this up, there was still a massive chance this would all blow up in my face. Which meant this could be my last moment alone with Rosalie for a long ass time. I caught the back of her neck and crushed her lips to mine, taking one final taste of her so that if my life went down the drain then at least I had good reminders of why I'd done it. She moaned against my mouth and that sound was a carnal sin that had blood pounding to my dick again. I'd fucked my queen in a sea of blood and I wanted nothing more than to keep worshipping her, slower next time, making her beg for more of me. I'd never wanted to kneel for any Fae. But she held more power over me than the stars themselves. And I wanted to surrender everything I was to her in that moment.

I broke our bittersweet goodbye and tossed her over my shoulder before she could say a word, tearing out of the room and going full speed, not holding back even a little as I sprinted through the prison faster than I'd ever moved in my life. I soon rounded into the corridor of cellblocks, shooting up in front of Block D just as Hastings was about to close the bridge.

I planted Rosalie down and his eyes filled with relief. "We were just about to release the Belorian," he said anxiously, looking at my girl with moony eyes that made me want to punch him straight in the face.

"I got trapped under a fallen bookcase in the library," Rosalie lied, twirling a lock of hair between her fingers as she played the innocent act. Why was seeing her lie to someone else so fucking hot?