Page 81 of Brainwashed
My lashes flutter at him, parted lips trembling. His masculine scent surrounds me, that mixed with the lingering stale copper on my clothes. It clenches my stomach, like the first drop of a roller coaster.
“I killed him.” I try my hardest to project over a voice that wants to shake. “I… stabbed him. Like, a lot.”
“Kieran O’Malley?” he asks. And then he reaches out and touches the blood-soaked fabric of my shirt.
I gulp again and nod. “Yes.”
“Did you carve him?” Dr. Love pauses with the bottom hem of my shirt between his fingers. And then he lifts it.
He brings my shirt up over my head, tossing it off to the side. I’m topless now in front of him, and even though it’s not that cold down here, my nipples are all bunched up, goosebumps sheeting my flesh.
His eyes slip from mine down to my exposed torso, and I do the same. There are smears of blood on my skin which must have soaked through my clothes. Our eyes lift at the same time and we stare at each other. There’s very little air in the room, and it’s making me dizzy.
“Answer me, Felix,” he insists, his deep voice settling low in my belly.
I nod quickly. “I did. I carved him.” He makes a soft rumbling noise, and my dick stiffens. “I cut out his tongue.”
Dr. Love’s jaw visibly tenses as he moves in so close to me, we’re almost zipped together. He places his palm flat on my chest, covering my heart, our eyes stuck together all the while. At the feel of his warm skin on mine, my eyes briefly droop shut and an uncontrollable moan rumbles in the back of my throat.
“How did it feel?” he asks, his usual stern tone ensconced in some morbid obsession that sings like lust.
But there’s no way…
Not only does this man come off as tragically straight, but he’s also a robot. All the flashes of emotion I’ve seen on him were just that. But this is different. He seems enraptured by this…
Me. The monster.
The killer.
He likes it.
Pushing myself farther into his touch, I mumble, “I was high.” He nods subtly. “I still am.”
“Are you?” He cups my pectoral, the warmth of his palm soothing my nipple. I whimper, nodding quickly.
“Yes. Killing Kieran felt…sogood. Like it was what I was meant to do.” My eyes take in the face of this strange, sexy doctor. I can barely breathe around him, and the idea that he could be in any way affected by me too has my heart jumping wildly against his palm. “Thank you.”
“For what…” he mumbles one of his non-question questions, before removing his hand from my chest. I don’t even have time to be bummed about it, though.
He shoves my pants down.
A gasp flees my lips. “For giving him to me.”
“Do you think that’s what I was doing?” His voice rumbles into me. “Take them off.”
I’m nervous about removing my pants. He’s totally going to see my erection, which isn’t completely full, but it’s getting there. Still, I don’t think I could ignore a command of his if I wanted to. So I push my pants down the rest of the way, kicking them off. And now I’m standing before him in only my boxers and socks.
“I’d like to think so,” I answer his question.
His intense eyes bore into me. “Why?”
“Because you get me.” I shiver. “I want you to… get me.”
Something flashes, but he covers it up. “Why is it so important that Igetyou?”
My head shakes a little. I don’t want to straight up saybecause you remind me of my father. That’s way too real, especially while my dick is hard.
But he knows the answer, anyway. He’s just toying with me right now.
