Page 114 of Brainwashed
Nodding, I tell him, “Yea, I did something. I bit his dick.”
Dr. Love’s eyes widen. “You didn’t…”
“I did.” I grin, then shrug. “It was the only way to stop him. I thought I was going to pass out! So I bit his dick so hard there was blood in my mouth. And then I punched his balls and ran.”
Dr. Love’s face is frozen solid while he gawks at me for five seconds of silence.
And then he laughs.
He actually fuckinglaughs. Out loud. Because of somethingIsaid.
It’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever witnessed. And thesoundof his laugh—it’s really nothing more than an amused chuckle, but still. It’s like catchy music. Deep and rumbly, just like his voice. And the way it makes his face look…
In this moment, he’s not an ice sculpture anymore.
The robot is developing human emotions!
We’re both so invested in the conversation that it takes a moment to notice how close we’re sitting. Our knees are touching and his hand is so close to mine on the couch that my pinky could inch right over onto his.
My glancing down at our hands causes him to do the same. But to my surprise, he doesn’t jump back or run away. Instead, he lets out a breath.
“I’m glad you defended yourself,” he says. And I really feel it.
He’s proud of me for almost biting a guy’s dick off.
“You know I’m a murderer, right?” I hum.
He chuckles again.Oh my God, be still my beating fucking heart.
“Let’s get back on track, Felix.” He sighs, though his lips remain settled in a pleasant curve while he leans back on the couch.
I try to shake off my daze. “Right, so that was technically my first time giving a blowjob, though I wouldn’t count it. Emmanuel was a much better teacher.”
“Is that right?” Dr. Love’s voice rumbles into me from how close we are. I nod. “So he taught you more than justopen wide and relax your jaw?”
I grin. “Yea, believe it or not, there’s more to it than that.”
“I’d say so.” His brows arch.
I squint at him teasingly. “How wouldyouknow?”
“I’ve received oral sex, Felix,” he says, and I laugh.
“God, you even sound like a robot when you’re talking about head.”
His gaze turns a bit heated again. Only this time, it’s directed at me. “What am I supposed to say?” He leans in. Our knees brush. “I’ve gotten mydick suckedby dozens of girls?”
“Dozens?” I whisper as my breathing shallows and I watch his mouth.
“Maybe hundreds,” he taunts me.
And now I have this yucky feeling slinking around in my stomach. It spreads a burning sensation up into my chest like heartburn and I don’t like it. It feels like jealousy.
I’mjealousof the girls who have sucked him off…
“Yea, well, I bet none of them knew what they were doing,” I mutter stubbornly.
His lips twitch. “You think?”
