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She continues to talk, placing the brush on her night stand and animatedly speaking with her hands.
“There’s just something about Everett though. His darkness calls to me. I don’t feel uneasy with him. He doesn’t treat me like glass or approach me like I’m a piece of property. Something about Dr. Brendon I don’t fully trust. I also don’t feel like I’m beneath Everett,” she remarks, her eyebrows raised as she continues to speak to the dog. “Though, a part of me wants to be beneath him.” She winks as she states hernaughty secret, then cups her hand over her beautiful mouth and giggles.
My heart stops.
She fucking wants me too.
I knew it.
This will be a fun fire to stoke.
I lean back against the adjacent wall and close my eyes, rubbing my hand across my face.
Trying to steady my breath.
For I barely have a handle on my control at the moment.
Every fiber of my being wants to march next door and fulfil my dark desires.
Map out every inch of her skin with my fingertips.
Have my lips caress each limb and devour her alive.
If she only knew the dirty things I want to do to her.
I’d beg her.
I fix my trousers, for my cock is half erect with my uncontrolled thoughts of Brielle.
Fuck.
As I look up from fixing myself, I find her in the bed—one hand in her pajama pants, assoft pants escape her lips.
She’s fucking touching herself, to thoughts ofme.
I let out a small chuckle to myself.
Take that, Dr. Shit Bag.
As my own hand snakes down to palm my hardening cock, I peer off to the side of the bed.
The dog is lying on the floor, staring in the direction of the doubled mirror.
I wonder if he senses I’m here.
This is awkward.
Chapter 14: Brielle
Control, Halsey
The rubbery feel of the hospital gloves slides against my skin before I dispose of them into the garbage can. It’s been a long shift and I’m desperate for sleep.
I wonder how long I can sustain working so many hours within the week, but I must to reach my goal and get out of this country for a fresh start.
Leaving the patient’s room, I nearly run into a towering body within the hallway.
Hands grasp my shoulders as I revolt.
