Page 98 of Brainwashed
“Why?”
“It was really messy. Got blood in all the crevices of my bathroom tiles. It took forever to clean.”
He blinks in silence, then asks, “What was the reason for the multiple methods? Strangulation, then bludgeoning… Why not just one?”
My mouth is really watering a lot right now. “With them, my exes, I really just wanted to make sure they were dead. And with Jax specifically, I got this urge to split his skull open. He had a really nice scalp…”
Dr. Love is leaning in so far, it looks like he might fall off his chair. Having his full attention like this gives me a warm fuzziness in my stomach, like I just downed a shot of strong liquor. And seeing those amber eyes lit up with intrigue… It makes me feel so special.
Superior.Godlike.
Felix Darcey getting The Carver’s praise.
I think he realizes that he’s practically foaming at the mouth, because he straightens a bit and clears his throat. “Were you hard?”
I stiffen. “Pardon?”
“Were you hard?” he repeats himself slowly, stone-faced and professional once more, even when asking about my dick. “While you were killing him…?”
It takes a moment, but I nod, uncertain. “I… I think so.”
“You don’t remember?” His brow arches.
My mind flashes back to the night I killed Jax. A slideshow of images flick through my brain…
His tongue in my ass. How it made my toes curl. The way he played with the rim with his finger, and I was sort of buzzing for him to go deeper, but he didn’t.
Him pulling me on top of him and wrapping his legs around me, begging for my bare cock in his ass.
He told me I had a really nice dick, and he wanted to feel all of it. So I pushed inside him and fucked him slow, but deep. I held his throat and imagined killing him right then. But I wanted to get him off first. I wanted to make him happy.
When we were done, I followed him into the bathroom and choked him until he collapsed.
And then I bashed his pretty skull against the porcelain.
I swallow thickly. “Yea… Yea, I was hard.”
Rushing blood and a rigidity in my pants brings my attention south. I bite my lip when I realize I’m hard now, too.It’s not tenting the material of my jumpsuit pants too much, but it’s definitely visible.
My eyes dart to Dr. Love and he seems to be noticing the same thing. When his gaze slides up from my visible erection to my face, I can feel the flush in my cheeks so strong, I have to close my eyes.
Just keep talking…
“I was still naked while I moved him into the tub.” My voice is hoarse, and each word seems to bring a new pulse to my thickening cock. “Sometimes I’d graze it on him… My erection. Just to feel his skin on me.”
I gulp, my breathing going shallow. My eyes are screwed shut, but I know Dr. Love is watching me.Staringwith that stifling glare, assessing every visible inch of me like he’s done in the showers. I don’t need to see his face to know it’s unreadable. Stern and still.
I’m unaware of what he’s thinking while I’m baring all my demons to him.It’s very unsettling, but it doesn’t stop me from liking it. The discomfort.
I have his attention, even if it’s not positive.
“Then what?” His brogue thunders through the room, giving me chills. I can feel my hard nipples, sensitive to the cotton t-shirt I’m wearing. “Keep going.”
“In the bath, I sat with him,” I croak. “I used my favorite knife to slice his face and down his neck. I’d gotten pretty good at making straight lines in the skin. They were so perfect, and all you’d see were the slow dribbles of red… The blood rushing down his flesh.”
I suck in a breath, my cock jerking between my legs. The urge to cover it up is strong, but I don’t. I think I… want him to see it.
“Did you touch the blood?” he asks, the rumble growing a bit softer now.
