Chapter 7 7. Cooper - My sweet kitten 2

The corners of my mouth twitch. 

I just found the perfect woman. She’s not only incredibly beautiful–with long black hair with red tips, gorgeous brown eyes, and a body that is meant to be fucked and worshiped–but she’s also not afraid to say what she thinks–even if I don’t always understand her. I’ve always been into women with strong personalities, because they match my craziness. 

Out of all the places we could have met, she ended up here. It is fate. She was meant to be mine all along. But this place is not kind to anyone–especially not to women. 

Undiluted hatred flashes in her eyes. This place won’t be kind to her. It will try to break her, but she will fight back twice as hard. My angel agrees with me.

‘Mine,’ my angel claims her, making everything inside me go still for a moment. 

My heart–such an useless organ until now–suddenly vibrates with an obsession I’ve never felt before. 

My sweet kitten has no idea what awaits her. She will be mine, whether she wants it or not.  

“I must say, you have a very interesting name,” I chuckle. “Poo-toe kuh-brawn,” I try to repeat what she said, but I’m pretty sure it came out wrong. 

My kitten snorts. “You don’t deserve to know my name.” 

I shrug. “Then Poo-toe kuh-brawn it is.” 

“Stop calling me that!” she hisses. 

“I would,” I say, “but I need  to know your name.” 

“¡Vete al infierno!”

She probably told me to fuck off again. The more she fights me, the more obsessed I am with her and the more I want her. I’m so tempted to flip her on her hands and knees and fuck her ass until I fill it with cum. 

My cock twitches, coming back to life, and I palm myself through the pants, groaning as I imagine being inside of her, fucking her so hard, she won’t be able to sit for days. 

Her eyes narrow as she looks at me with disgust. I bend forward and kiss her. She bites me. Again. God! She’s fucking amazing. And she’s all mine. 

Well, that’s not quite true. I will have to share her with Jair and Matheus, but it’s the only way to keep her. And I have all the intention in the world to make her all mine. 

The prison has many rules, especially regarding the women brought here, and claiming her for myself in front of everyone will be challenging. Many will want her for themselves, while others will see her as a new hole they can stick their dicks in. I will castrate them before that happens. I will allow Jair and Matheus to fuck her because it’s the only way to keep her safe, but they are the only ones who can touch her because I will allow them.

My angel is not happy with the idea of sharing. After all, Dukes don’t share their women, as the Lords do. If I weren’t in prison, I would have her all for me. My house has such a beautiful basement. I am sure my kitten will like it. It has a bedroom, a kitchen, and a bathroom. There’s one more room–my favorite one–where I will be spending many hours playing with my kitten. 

My brother, Markus, lives with me. I hope–for his sake–that he didn’t touch my basement. Because if he did, he would find out exactly what happens when someone pisses me off. 

I grab her left tit and squeeze it hard, making her hiss in pain, while she keeps biting my bottom lip, which is sore, but fuck! Pain feels so damn good. I wonder if she’s into painal, because I love it when women cry when they have a cock in their asses. 

My hand slides from her tit to her pussy, and I cup it. Heat radiates from it. 

“I’m going to fuck you so good tonight,” I promise her. 

She spits on my face. 

I run my thumb over her spit, then I stick it in my mouth. “Delicious,” I say before I grab her jaw and force her mouth open. I spit right on her tongue. From the way she looks at me, I can tell she didn’t expect that. A moment later, she swallows.

Perfect! She is damn perfect! 

“I love how kinky you are. I can’t wait to learn everything you like. But I have to want you–I will push every boundary you have. Even if you say no, you will still do what I want. Because you are mine.” 

Something like fear or annoyance flashes in her eyes–or maybe it’s her desire to kill me, which only makes me even harder for her. “You are crazy. Loco!” she hisses. 

“I agree–I am crazy about you. “We are going to have so much fun, my sweet kitten,” I assure her while I rub her clit. 

She sucks in a breath. She loves it. She can’t resist me either.

I want to fuck her so badly right now, but as a guard, I have shit to do. 

“¡Que te jodan!” she snaps before she tries to smash her forehead against my nose once more, but I pull my head back just in time. 

I grab the cuffs I have in my back pockets and while I secure her legs to the headboard–she keeps thrashing the time and she even manages to kick me in the balls, which sends a wave of pleasure down my spine; she fights me, but not hard enough to escape me, because deep down, she knows she belongs to me–I tell her, “While I would love to keep playing with you, I have some stuff to take care of. Just be a good kitten and wait for me here.” 

“Let me go, you fucking psychopath,” she demands.

Her legs are cuffed, and I reach for her hands. She twists her body, trying to hide her arms under her, but she’s not fast enough, and I grab the cuffs and force her to lie flat on her back. 

“I would, but I’m afraid you won’t stay still and might hurt yourself,” I say. I lift her cuffed hands above her head, unlock one cuff with the key Jason left me, thread the chain through the bars of the headboard, then cuff her wrist again.

She pulls on the cuffs, trying to get free, but I can see it in her eyes that she knows she can’t escape. 

I press my lips to hers. “Be good while I’m gone, and I might bring back something for you to eat.” 

She starts cursing me in Spanish, but nothing from what she says makes sense. I cover her with my blanket before I leave to look for Matheus. It doesn’t take long to track him down–he’s in the library, like usual. He never finished high school, and he’s finally studying for his GED. 

“We need to talk,” I tell him while I sit at the table across from him.