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Pushing deeper into her rear, I resume thrusting at the same time, adopting a brutal pace. My own climax is threatening. I’m tight with tension, and my balls feel ready to explode.

She’s so wet and spent, it doesn’t take much to push her to the edge again. Folded over, Ripley lets me fuck her raw like a man possessed. I have no idea how we’re both still standing as my release finally crests.

Ripley calls out my name, her second orgasm milking me of every last drop. I spill into her with an uncharacteristic roar, letting pure instinct take over. My body is calling the shots.

When she wobbles against me, I move fast, sliding an arm beneath her folded-over body before she can crumple. Ripley lets me pull her upright, and her back meets my chest, our pants for breath filling the shower.

“Well.” I suck in a lungful of air. “Next time you’re in this state, my plan is to fuck the sadness out of you. Seems like it works pretty well.”

Her breathless laugh is all the agreement I need.

CHAPTER 19

RIPLEY

HARDER TO BREATHE – LETDOWN

I stare out the window at the storm clouds. Thick, pyroclastic swarms of dark-grey cover the sky, swallowing the sunlight and bathing the institute’s grounds in melancholy. There’s an almighty storm brewing.

Attending therapy like usual was the last thing on my list of priorities this morning. It covered taking medication, having a check-up and figuring out how the fuck I’m going to stay alive. But then Langley intervened.

I’ve never been escorted to a therapy session before. The clinicians don’t usually pay that much attention to my so-called rehabilitation. So being marched to the north wing after he finished fussing was a new experience.

“Ripley. Please answer the question.”

I cast Doctor Galloway a half-hearted glance. “I don’t know what happened.”

“This is a safe space.”

“Really?” I drawl.

“Of course. You can tell me what’s going on.”

If I had the energy, I’d laugh in her face. I doubt my lies will make any difference now. If Rick and his friends found the Z wing, it’ll be obvious who sent them searching. I’m surprised I haven’t been cuffed already.

She exhales, studying me over her notes. I’d usually stare back. Defiant and unfazed. But the fight that once drove me forward hasn’t reappeared. So I return my gaze to the billowing storm clouds instead.

“You don’t have much time left in this program,” she attempts again. “I understand that recent events have been difficult, but don’t allow them to set you back.”

“Why do you care?” I quip.

“You’re my patient, Ripley.”

“And what about your other patients? What about the people in here with no one to vouch for them? Or the ones who will never complete their sentence and go home? Do you care about them?”

“We’re getting off topic.”

Indignation sprints through me. “How much do they pay you to keep your mouth shut? To sign off falsified medical notes and turn the other cheek?”

Looking back at her, I wait for a response. An ugly flush is spreading up her throat like a bad allergic reaction. Slowly, she stacks her paperwork then caps her fountain pen.

“Perhaps we should leave it here.”

“Do you think about the people you’ve hurt when your head hits the pillow at night like I do?” I finger the edge of the bandage covering my arm. “Or does the promise of your next payday soothe the sting?”

She doesn’t go as far as to call me a hypocrite, but I can see the accusation boiling in her eyes. That’s precisely how I know she’s full of shit. When my head hits the pillow, it’s all I can think about. She has to feel the same torment.

I may be equally as guilty, but I didn’t take an oath to do no harm like her. Though it makes me no less culpable, it sure damns her alongside me. She’s supposed to be a doctor, yet she’s in on the big lie too.

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