“Ah. I see,” Doc says, removing his glasses and pulling the sheets back slightly. “Come on in then.”
I flop down beside him and then wiggle right next to him, throwing my arm and leg over him. It’s nice, but not quite what I need. Georgiy—that’s who feels right. But he’s not here.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Well…” I chew on my bottom lip. “I told him things a while back. More than I’ve told other people because I really like him,but I don’t know if he feels the same. He’s really hard to crack. Worse than a femur.”
“That’s pretty rough. Opening up and not feeling like you’re being noticed.” His hand slides up to my neck, massaging it slightly. He always gives the best rubs. He should look into being a masseur on top of being a doctor. “Maybe you should tell him how you feel.”
I sniffle. “I don’t think he’d care.”
Doc is quiet for a moment and then shifts slightly so I can look into his eyes. If only I wanted Doc the way I want Georgiy. He’d make the best partner. “You’re worth it, Bane. You need to talk to him. And if he doesn’t realize what a treasure you are, then good riddance.”
I sigh and nuzzle into his neck, listening to the nice thrum of his heartbeat. My mind swirls, pulling me back to when I first met Georgiy. How after stalking him relentlessly, he tied me up, extracting information from me, bit by bit. About Henry and how foolish I was, how hurt. And about the man in the shadows. Death.
My admissions then had made me cry, tears leaking down my cheeks. But he made me feel better afterward by milking my cock. Twice. And he called meumnyashka.It was said softly, almost with reverence, and I swear I thought he liked me. That maybe his obsession matched my own.
But it seems not. Not when I can be easily thrown away.
Worthless piece of shit. You’re better off dead.
I doze off curled around Doc, thoughts of Georgiy and Death infiltrating my memories. But before any of them can turn into a nightmare, I’m awoken by the sound of a low growl. My eyelids peel back, and I hear Doc sigh.
“This is the second time I’ve found you with him. I may have to dismember you, Doctor,” Georgiy says lowly, the last word said with derision. My heart thumps excitedly in my chest. ButI tamp it down. No. I will not go to him like some overeager puppy. He left me. I deserve better.
No, you don’t. You’re a fucking disgrace.
I shake that thought away and sit up, rubbing at my eyes.
“I have nothing to say to you. Who I sleep with is none of your business.”
His eye twitches, and I hear his knuckles crack.
“Bane,” he says lowly. “Get out of his bed.”
I shake my head and fold my hands across my chest. “No. I won’t. You left me. Didn’t tell me where you were going. Didn’t even bring me a present. Doc says I deserve better, and I believe him.”
Georgiy’s nostrils flare.
“You do deserve better. We know this. But you’re mine.”
My dick perks up at the possessiveness, but I shove it down. I will not just cave. Not when I should advocate for myself. Doc is right. I should be treated better. He should have at least said he missed me.
“I’m going to stay here, and you can’t make me do otherwise. Go away.”
Georgiy looks at Doc and then purses his lips. “I am going to take him.”
Doc pats my leg. “Will you treat him nicely?”
“I always do.”
I pout as Doc reaches into his nightstand drawer and pulls out two zip ties. “If you need them.”
I gasp. “The betrayal! Doc! I trusted you.”
“If I didn’t do this, I’m sure that syringe in his pocket would kill me. I’d rather live another day.”
I push out my bottom lip and glower at him. “I won’t forget this.”
