She’s already wet.
A slow smile curves my mouth.
“Oh, you want me to touch you, Doctor,” I whisper against her ear. “But I won’t give you that satisfaction.”
I laugh softly, cruelly, withdrawing my hand only to tug her skirt back down.
I lift my fingers to her mouth, still slick, brushing them over her lips. My grip closes around her jaw as I press my lips against hers, my tongue forcing its way in.
She gasps against my mouth.
I release her wrist and move that hand to her bare breast, cupping it as I press her harder into the wall. She shoves me with sudden strength, and I stumble back a step, and her palm cracks across my face.
“You disgust me,” she cries. “I can’t wait to see you dead.”
I laugh, the taste of her still on my lips.
She runs for the door, yanking at the handle, then pounding on it, screaming for help. I drop into the chair, watching her unravel, laughter spilling out of me as she beats against the locked exit.
Oh, Doctor. You have no idea how fragile you are.
So polished. So composed. And you shatter so easily. The strongest ones always do. They wear their strength like armor, but underneath, just someone desperate to be wanted.
“Would anyone miss you when I kill you?” I call lazily. “Or would they be relieved you’re gone?”
“Stop!” she screams, fists slamming into the door. “Shut the fuck up.” Then, quieter but sharp with a promise, “You’ll pay for this.”
I smile. “Try me, Freckles. Do your worst.”
SIX
EMILY
My heart pounds so hard I hear it echo off the walls, beating in time with his sick laughter. I let him touch me. I let my body betray me. Worse than that, my pussy pulses, needy and aching for him. Not because I want him.
I don’t want him.
I don’t want to fuck the monster who makes my skin crawl.
But the way his fingers moved over me, the way he held me while I broke in his hands, is nothing like the way anyone else has ever touched me. It was careful and unhurried, like he knows exactly where I will break.
I hate him for knowing. I hate him for making my body respond when every part of my mind screams no.
The lights snap back on. The door buzzes.
The sound jerks me free.
The moment it unlocks, I stumble out and slam it shut behind me. My hand trembles as I press it flat against the metal. Through the small square window, I look back inside.
He is still sitting at the table.
Watchingme.
Something in his eyes has changed. His hair falls the same way, dark strands brushing his face as he laughs softly, but the laugh is wrong now. Quieter. Sharper. Like it belongs to someone else wearing his skin.
He looks different.
Is it possible he switches like that? That something inside him splits cleanly in half? Or is my mind twisting what it sees because I cannot accept what just happened?
