Page 24 of Possessive Doctor

She’s lying on an old couch, half-conscious with tears in her eyes, and wearing nothing but her bra and panties. I’m filled with conflicting emotions. I’m so relieved to see her, but seeing her in her underwear like this enrages me again.

I pick the little prick up again and beat him until my fists are covered with his blood and his limp body dangles in my grasp.

“Andrew, stop. Just call the police. He’s had enough,” Amy tells me.

“What did he do to you?” I shout.

“I don’t think he did anything except drug me and take my clothes off. I think you got here before he could do anything else.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I swear. I don’t want to see you kill someone. Not for me. You’re a doctor. You save people.”

She’s so innocent, so sweet, and I can’t have her watch me brutally murder this man. I don’t give a fuck about other people’s opinions, but I care about hers. I have to calm the beast inside me. I have to do it for her.

Flinging his body to the ground, I rush to her and take her in my arms.

“I remember,” she whispers.

“What, baby girl? You remember what?”

“Everything. I know who I am. My memory is back.”

I look into her eyes. I don’t know what she discovered, but nothing’s gonna keep me away from her.

“And? Is there a husband or fiancé I have to contend with?”

“No, there’s nobody. Nobody but you.”

I press my lips against her and kiss her deeply. The thought of almost losing her is more than I can bear. I can’t ever let her out of my sight again. She’s mine and I need to have her beside me.

Needing to put this behind us, I call the police and wait for their arrival. Amy and I give our statements as the ambulance removes Michael, who will be charged with kidnapping.

I drive Amy home, clamping my jaw shut and biting my tongue most of the way. She’s got me all wound up. While I’m thrilled to have her back, now that she’s safe, I can’t help but ask myself why the hell she left in the first place.

What was she thinking? The first time I leave her alone, she slips out the door. She’s not toying with me, is she? Is she using me for a bed and a hot meal until she finds someone from her past to take care of her? No, I’m thinking crazy because of the way she’s gotten under my skin. This has never happened before, and it rattles me to my core.

We exit the elevator into my apartment, and before she can say a word, I force her against the wall and lean against her.

“I can’t believe you would put yourself and me through this. What was going through your head? I told you that neighbor of yours wasn’t someone you should be around, but you didn’t listen. You broke my trust, little girl.”

“I’m sorry. I told you I just wanted to get my memory back.”

“And what? Find some other life that would be better than being with me? Let me tell you something, there’s nothing better than me. This is exactly where you belong. Right here. With me and only me.”

“I know that. I knew that the whole time.”

“But you still left,” I say and squeeze her ass with both hands. She gasps, then begins to purr like a kitten when I give her a light smack.

“Ouch,” she gasps.

“Where does it hurt?” I groan.

“My butt. Where do you think?”

“What you did was inexcusable. If you ever do anything that reckless again…” I palm her ass and squeeze it, grinding my rock-hard cock into her. Fuck these layers of clothing separating us.

“I won’t. I swear I won’t. I didn’t think…”

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