Red snorts. "Even I have a hard time convincing myself I didn't take advantage of you."
"I pursued you."
"And I should have resisted harder."
"That's ridiculous!"
Red's jaw twitches. "This is a moot point. We've already gone over this, and it is what it is. But we need to stay hidden until we figure this out."
I roll off him, cross my arms, and raise my voice. "I'm not waiting. I waited through your 'space' bullshit, through the nights alone with the blade. I'm done."
He leans in, voice dropping low. "And I'm done watching you bleed because of me. We do this right, or we don't do it at all."
"Don't threaten me, Dr. Mercer," I warn.
He retorts, "Don't test me, Ms. Ivanov. And that includes acting like you're in charge."
We stare at each other, breaths coming fast, tension thick enough to choke on. His eyes flick down to my lips, then lower to my breasts, and heat flares in his gaze.
Anger twists into something hotter, needier. I lunge forward and murmur in his ear, "I'm a woman who gets what she wants, Dr. Mercer."
He reaches up, pins his hand on my neck, and lifts my chin so my face is toward the ceiling. His hot breath hits my ear, taunting me as his tongue flicks over my lobe while he states, "You need to learn patience, Bluebird."
Euphoria smacks me, then shoots through my veins so fast I get dizzy. I reach for his erection, glide my hand over it, and whisper, "Patience isn't in my vocabulary."
"Then I guess I'm going to have to fuck it in you," he taunts, then lowers his head and sucks on the bruise on my collarbone.
Delicious pain runs to my core. I gasp, "Oh God."
He sucks harder, and my body quivers.
He groans, then moves his mouth to mine, and my hands fist in his hair. His arms wrap around me, and he pulls me onto his lap. His erection presses against my torso, hard and ready.
I lift my hips, grind down on it, and whimper into our kiss.
He wraps his fingers around my neck again, grits his teeth, and states, "I said patience."
Through ragged breath, I retort, "Told you I don't have any, Dr. Mercer," and rotate my hips over his cock, trembling with adrenaline.
His eyes narrow. In a dark voice, he scolds, "Bad, bad little patient of mine."
A flicker of fear flies at me, then it turns to excitement. I circle my pussy over him, reminding him, "I always get what I want, Dr."
He flips me onto my back in one swift move and pins my wrists above my head with one hand.
I gasp.
His mouth trails down my neck, teeth grazing the skin. "You think you can defy me, Bluebird?" he growls, his free hand sliding between my thighs, and fingers gliding over my clit.
"Y-yes!"
He freezes his hand, scowling at me. "Insubordinate patients have to learn lessons."
In a breathless voice, I egg him on, "Then teach me, Dr. Mercer… Make your therapy session hurt so good I forget how to disobey."
A small twist in his lips appears. He slowly rubs me, asking, "You want your doctor to punish this greedy little pussy until you're sobbing apologies and begging to be good for me?"
I arch into his touch, breath hitching, but I force my voice steady enough to taunt, "Only if you can make it sting, Dr. Mercer. And I've been so bad, I need you to break me until I'm crying your name."
