He steps closer, his scent and the heat of his chest warming me immediately. “The rush of holding a life in your hands. The feel of power when you control it. The spike of pain with pleasure. It’s there, Collins, it always has been. I’ve seen it.”
“And you don’t mind?”
“Mind?” He laughs, hand wrapping around my throat, thumb pushing my jaw back so I have to stare upward. “I fucking love it. You, dirty and messy, wanting me when I’m at my most unhinged? You were made for me, baby.”
27
COLLINS
“What do you need?” I open my mouth to deny him, but he tsks. “Lying will get you nowhere with me, Collins. We both know you can’t function when you’re like this. You’ll end up killing a patient. Tell me what you need. Let me take care of you.”
My knees buckle and I hold on to him for support.Take care of me.No one has fulfilled my desire—no one until Hayes.
He sees the darkness and lets it consume him. Then, he asks for more.
“I want to taste you,” I murmur, cheeks burning. Being forward is one thing, it’s another when I have to ask for his cock in my mouth. My eyes drop to his crotch and the growing erection.
Hayes looks confused. “Want?”
“Need,” I clarify. “I need to taste you.”
He stills, just enough that his hesitancy breaks the fog of lust and I step back.
He doesn’t let me go far. “If it’s not alright?—”
“No, wait.” He rolls his lips, brushing my hair off my collarbone and tucks a strand behind my ear. “I’ve never allowed that before.”
Tilting my head, I ask, “Never?”
“It’s a vulnerability, viper.” He says it like imparting a deep secret, and maybe he is. “One that I don’t mind having with you.”
My heart swells. His trust, his openness, his past hurt, all rush into my chest and I do the only thing I can think of to show him how much I appreciate this. How much I appreciatehim.
Grabbing his jaw, I crash our lips together, tongues dancing between two hot, slick mouths. He moans into mine—or maybe it’s me. I’m not sure and I don’t care.
He tastes like dominance and power, of old coffee and smokey pine and I inhale, trying to take in more.
He slides off my white coat, tossing it on to the full autopsy table. Pulling back, he smears our spit over my chin, marking me. “We do this my way, Collins. I’m in control.” He wraps my long strands around his fist and tugs me back. “You follow my commands. You listen to my words. Can you do that?”
I nod enthusiastically. “Absolutely.”
His thumb traces the column of my throat. “I’m going to fuck this throat until you’re sore, and begging for release. Then I’m going to paint it white with my cum.” He nuzzles my face, completely at odds with his dirty words. My thighs clench and I whimper for more. “You’ll have my taste on your tongue for the rest of the day. A reminder of who fuckingownsyou.”
He shoves me to my knees, holding my hair high. “Take me out.”
My body sizzles at the commanding tone. With shaking fingers, I grab his zipper, his cock springing out from the half down pants. I snort.
“Didn’t wear underwear today?”
“I rarely wear underwear. Now use your mouth for something productive.” He pushes my head forward, pain biting at my scalp.
It’s exactly what I need. The pain with the pleasure heightens everything, and I run my tongue over the head of his cock. He groans, dick jerking at the contact, and I smile. Those noises would make Da Vinci weep.
“Fuck, baby,” he mumbles, fingers flexing in my hair. I lick him again and he curses. “Don’t fucking tease me. Open that perfect mouth.”
Eagerly, I part my lips and he tsks. “Stick out your tongue.”
I obey and he slaps his cock against my tongue, the wet noises loud in the somber room. “Look at how good you listen to me,” he praises. “Such a dirty girl. I love this side of you.” He tilts my chin up, drool glistening on my chin.
