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The truth hits me physically because I don’t want to stop. Even knowing who he is and what this could cost me, I can’t walk away after experiencing what it feels like to be completely possessed by a man like him.

19

AXEL

Ipace my cell, checking the crude digital display on my watch for the hundredth time. Eleven forty-seven a.m. Time crawls when you’re waiting for something good.

The battery bank sits under my mattress, wrapped in an old t-shirt. Thompson came through with that one because he’s greedy enough to be reliable. The other guards don’t suspect a thing.

My fellow inmates shuffle past for lunch, but food’s the last thing on my mind. I can’t stop thinking about those messages from yesterday, seeing how Willow unraveled one text at a time.

I lean back on my bunk, hands behind my head. “Two more hours.”

Through my cell window, I watch clouds drift across the steel-gray sky. Most days here blend together in an endless loop of monotony, but not today. Today has a purpose.

Martinez walks past on his rounds, shooting me a knowing smirk. He’s in on it, too. It’s amazing what a few hundred dollars can accomplish in this place. The whole system runs on greed and favors.

Twelve fifteen p.m. now. I get up, splash water on my face, and smooth back my hair. Image matters, even in here. Especially for my doctor.

The battery bank was expensive but worth every penny to maintain our connection. To keep her thoughts tangled up in me when she goes home at night. Each message pulls her deeper into my world.

I sit on my bunk again, letting my mind wander to our upcoming session. Two hours of fucking my beautiful therapist.

Five minutes past one. The waiting is almost over.

The compulsion is merciless today, demanding violence and devastation. Usually, I can resist its pull and keep it at bay, but not today. Today, it tightens around my throat like a noose, desperate for release.

I crack my neck as Martinez leads me down the corridor. “Remember our deal,” I state. My skin feels too tight, electricity crackling beneath the surface.

“Yeah, yeah.” Martinez fumbles with the cuffs, deliberately loose. “Just don’t do anything stupid that’ll get me fired.”

I flex my wrists, testing the restraints. Perfect. They’ll slip right off when I need them to. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

The pallid institutional lighting flickers overhead as we approach her office. My heart thrashes like a caged animal, not from nervousness but raw anticipation. The whispers become more seductive now, painting vivid pictures of what I could do to her.

“Here we are.” Martinez knocks on her door. “Dr. Matthews? Got Morrison for you.”

I catch my reflection in the window—eyes wild, jaw clenched. Good. Let her see the monster today. No more playing nice.

The lock clicks. Martinez pushes the door open, revealing Willow at her desk. She looks up, and I watch the color drain from her face as she takes in my expression.

“Thank you, Officer Martinez.” Her voice wavers the moment she sees the look in my eyes.

Martinez leaves us alone, closing the door behind him. The sound of it latching echoes in my skull like a starting gun.

I roll my shoulders, feeling the cuffs shift. “Hello, doctor.” My voice comes out rough and hungry. “Shall we begin?”

She waits, observing me.

“Worried about these, doctor?” I rattle the chains, watching her flinch. My skin is on fire, burning with need after two days without her. The savagery inside me is screaming for blood, for her flesh, for everything she can give me.

“Are you properly restrained today?” she asks.

A laugh rips from my throat. “You should be more worried about what’s in my head today, doctor.” I lean forward, chains clinking. “Two days without you. Do you know what that does to a man like me?”

She’s wearing her cream blouse again, the one that shows just enough cleavage to drive me insane. My fingers twitch with the urge to rip it off her.

“You seem different today, Axel.” She shifts in her chair, crossing her legs. “More agitated.”

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