Page 159 of Under the Bed

My body rebelled whenever Dr. Reynolds did that. When he wrote shit about me as if he had a clue. That legal pad from hell. I fantasized about tearing the paper, crumpling each one. Shoving them down his throat.

About stopping him from documenting my life.

I’m a monster, not a lab rat.

With Shiloh, though, I welcome it. I’m ready, willing, and hard to have her learn every single thing there is to know about me.

Watching her in a position of power just adds to how turned on I am by her.

She takes our role-playing seriously, and it’s hot as fuck.

“You mentioned your stepsister.” A twinkle flashes in her eyes. An eyebrow lifts. She’s up to something. “That you’ve been stalking her.”

A nod.

It’s a clipped, simple gesture. An impatient one.

My curiosity is overflowing. It’s insufferable.

“Are you here because you need advice on how to approach her?” Shiloh nudges the pen between her hand and the legal pad, freeing up a hand.

To do what?

My teeth bite into the inside of my cheek when she starts to move. She leans forward, angling her body in a seductive way as she shrugs off her blazer.

Slowly.

Giving me a view of her cleavage as she slips off one sleeve. She changes her grip, pushing the other one down her arm.

Too soon, it’s over.

But I have the hint of her tits engraved into my head. My mind fills in the rest. My mind remembers the red marks I left on her breasts.

“Guess again.” My voice is hoarse. My need for her is worse than getting a kick to the gut.

I’m not equipped to deal with these emotions.

And she knows that.

Her lips quirk into a small, satisfied smirk. Her nipples push against the thin fabric of her blouse.

I’m going crazy over here, and it’s maddening. It’s also safe to be myself around her.

“Okay. So my second guess is that you’re here to tell us about her. You met with her.” Watching her pink tongue swipe along the lip she just bit has my pulse racing. My hands grip the armrests. “You have no one else to turn to, and you came to share. This is a safe space for you. I’m glad you…”

Her mouth is slightly agape. She sucks in a breath, and her breasts stretch her shirt.

“Came.”

Jesus fuck. I’ve created a monster. A seductive, twisted fiend.

We’re different, she and I. Where I’m violence and destruction, she’s silence and apprehension. Where I’m bursting with hate, she’s the master of understanding.

There’s more to her, though. I’m dying to strip her of all her layers.

I’ll lose my mind while I’m dragging it out.

I huff, both annoyed and satisfied that she’s gotten under my skin.

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