Page 206 of Brainwashed
Lem open-palm smacks him across the face.
I can’t even help the laugh that bursts. “Oh, shit! Bitch smack.”
It was so hard it stunned Templeton, and I use the opportunity to cuff him. Then I rush over and grab the shackles, fastening them around his ankles.
Letting out a shaky breath, exhausted from even those few movements, I glance down at my wrists. Lem dashes over, taking them in both of his hands.
“We need to get these cleaned up and bandaged,” he says firmly.
Peeking up at his face, my heart pumps wildly with so much love I’m overwhelmed by it. I’m fuckingoverjoyedthat he’s back. It was only a few days, but I thought he’d be gone forever.That’s what the Warden said, anyway.
I think he can tell my mind is running wild right now, because he says, “We have a lot to talk about, baby. But first things first…”
My eyes flit right. “Him.”
Lem nods. No hesitation. “He’s yours.”
My lips curl sadistically while all the many things I could do to this man shimmer through my brain.
“You can’t do this!” Templeton yelps, pure terror in his eyes. “Felix, think about this…”
I bend to pick up the ball-gag. “Would you get me my glasses?” I ask Lem, then grab Templeton on the jaw, hard enough that he flinches. “I want to see this.” Squeezing it harder, I grunt, “Open wide, asshole.”
He forces his lips shut, but Lem literally stuffs his fingers into his mouth, grabbing his top and bottom rows of teeth with both hands and yanking his fucking mouth open so I can stuff it with the ball-gag.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I whisper to my sexy, scary doctor.
He brushes his fingers through my hair, then drops a kiss on my lips. “I’ll go get your glasses. And some tools.”
I make out a beaming smile and his brows wiggling at Templeton before he storms off, leaving me chuckling.
“He’s really great,” I sigh. “We get along well.”
Templeton is mumbling and groaning behind the ball-gag, like I was only a matter of minutes ago.
“Oh, how the tables have turned.” I reach for his shirt, ripping some material off the bottom as he jumps. I use it to wrap up my wrists temporarily so I can play before I need to seek medical attention. “You know, that’s the risk you run when you play games with someone like me, little prick. That’s what I’m gonna call you from now on, by the way.Little Prick. Because I could barely feel you inside me.” I show him a pleased grin as his eyes glower angrily, though they’re still lined with fear, which is immensely satisfying. “Anyway, like I was saying, you certainly had your fun at my expense. But if you’re gonna pull something like that, you gotta know for sure—like, be one hundredmillionpercent certain—there’s no way I’ll survive it. Otherwise, you’re putting yourself in a real bad position. Like you are right now.”
I pause and spin, taking a few steps before turning and waltzing back. “You see, Little Prick, you’remytoy now. And cards on the table, I never was great at taking care of my toys.” I chuckle. “I’m telling you; I buried more action figures in my backyard than even seems feasible. I used to do all kinds of things to them… Burn their noses off, amputate arms and legs. Actually, that was probably when I realized that I like to carve things, because I used to dig my razor blade into their plastic flesh… and I freakinglovedit.”
My head tilts. “But don’t worry, that’s not all I’m going to do to you. Trust me, we’re gonna make this fun.” Stepping forward, I get close to him again, letting him see my face while I tell him, “I’m going to take everything I can from you, Little Prick. I will keep you breathing just so you can wish you weren’t. I’ll make you pray for death like I was before my man saved me. I promise you, Dr. Templeton,” I growl, coming alive with the words, “you’ll feelevery single bitof my hatred for you. Touching me was the worst mistake of your life.”
He’s visibly shaking in fear, already pissing himself.Sheesh, I lasted like two full days before I had to do that…Snot and tears running down his face.
“God, this is gonna be so satisfying!” I laugh.
Lem jaunts back into the room, coming straight to me. He places something on the floor beside us, then sidles up to me, grinning. I bite my lip while he slides my glasses on for me. Andvoilà!I can see his beautiful face, clear as crystal.
“Mmm… that’s so much better,” I breathe.
“It really is.” He smiles, running a thumb along the black temple tips of my frames. “I’m glad I ordered a few backup pairs for you, since they apparently get lost often.” His face is scolding, but in a teasing way.
“Hey, blame this asshole.” My thumb juts at Templeton.
“Trust me… I do.” Lem’s eyes turn on him, and the scariest look of sickened wrath comes over his face. It’s sort of terrifying, but also arousing as hell. He looks like he wants to tear the man apart with his bare hands. Forme.
God, I love his possessive protectiveness. So fucking hot.
Glancing at the floor, I find a black briefcase.
