Page 28 of Possessive Doctor

“Yes, there are,” the lawyer slides a manila envelope across the table and begins pulling packets of papers from inside.

He shuffles through them and slides the top packet toward me. He gets up from his seat and stands behind me, with his hand on the back of my chair. He leans over my shoulder and points to the places on the paper where he wants me to sign. I turn my head to ask a question and find myself face-to-face with him. He looks into my eyes and smiles.

The sound of Andrew’s chair sliding across the floor is like nails on a chalkboard, and I spin around in my seat just in time for him to shove the lawyer and grab me from my chair.

“What’s the problem here? We aren’t finished,” the lawyer proclaims.

Andrew gently pushes me out of the way, gets nose to nose with him, and says, “Yeah, you’re finished. My attorney will call your office so you can forward the paperwork there. We’re finished with you.”

“I don’t understand. What’s the issue?”

“We’re leaving. I recommend that you stop talking now,” Andrew takes my arm and rushes me out the door. He doesn’t say a word, but I see his muscles tense, a vein bulging on his forehead. He’s so full of steam that his head may just pop at any moment.

“Are you okay?” I ask, stunned by his spontaneous act of aggression.

“No, but we have to leave. I don’t trust myself not to go back there and rearrange his face,” he warns.

His nostrils are flaring. God, what did I do? I don’t want him to be angry with me ever, but the tone of his voice tells me that anything I try to say will only make the situation worse.

My knuckles are white from wrenching my hands as we pull into the parking garage. Andrew gets out of the car and opens my door for me, still not saying a word. With his hand on my elbow, he leads me toward the elevator, moving at a giant’s pace, and I have to run-walk to keep up with him.

The elevator doors open, and we step inside. I keep my head down and avoid looking at him. I have no idea what he has in store for me when we reach the tenth floor. I know he won’t hurt me. I’ve never felt anything but safe around him, but I hate seeing him like this.

We exit the elevator into the apartment, and Andrew walks directly into the bedroom. I hesitate in the living room, wondering if I should follow him or not. Stepping closer to the bedroom door, I peek through to see Andrew collecting something from his dresser drawer.

I want to know what he’s doing, but I don’t want him to see me watching. Too late. He lifts his head and looks me straight in the eyes.

“Get in here,” he says, pointing to the bed.

I slip over the threshold and stand at the foot of the bed.

“Take your clothes off. All of them.”

Should I feel scared? Because I don’t. This demanding, dominating side of him somehow makes sparks zip through my belly. With a shaky breath, I remove my sweater and dress, then my bra and panties. I step out of my sandals and stand, waiting for whatever he wants to do to me.

I hope I won’t have to wait for long.

“I need you to listen to me, Amy,” he starts, stalking toward me like a predator. He’s more than a foot taller than me, and I feel so tiny compared to him. As he nears me, my pulse picks up and my breath quickens, heat pooling at the apex of my thighs.

He told me before he liked it rough. Is that how it’s going to be today?

“This is not so I can hurt or humiliate you. I’m just gonna show you what it means to be mine. Now, I need you to lie down on the bed.”

“Why?”

“So I can tie you up. That’s why.”

“Tie me up?”

“Yes, baby girl. Get on the bed, now.”

My heart drums against my ribs as my thighs cinch together. Fire plunges down my body, and I can already feel something wet and sticky gushing out of me.

Why is this so hot? Why is he so hot?

I climb onto the bed and lie flat on my back, trying my best not to rub my thighs together. Andrew takes a black sleeping mask and slips it over my eyes. Then, he raises my arms above my head and binds my wrists with a strap of cold leather. He also takes each of my ankles to bind them. I can’t see and move, and I’m completely at his mercy.

Just the thought of giving him full control almost makes me come.

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