Page 21 of Asylum
Disgusting.
Unhealthy.
I meet Atlas’s gaze in the mirror; his expression filled with concern.
“I don’t look like me anymore,” I whisper, a sense of loss hollowing my chest.
He takes a tentative step forward, hesitating only a moment before wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me back into his chest. “You’re fucking beautiful, Olivia. I won’t hear anything different.”
My chest heaves. “Could this happen again?”
He nods.
“I can’t control the IED. How is punishing me like this anything other than torture?” I ask, my eyes fixed on his in the mirror because I can’t stand to look at my own reflection any longer.
“It’s designed to either teach you to control your disorder or banish it completely.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I grit out. His words unsettle me further, and I’m instantly worried if we keep talking about this, I’ll lose my temper, which is the last thing I need right now.
His gaze darkens for a moment, and I bite my tongue, praying the voice inside me stays silent.
“Come.” He spins me around, leading me back into his office, seating us on the couch. “What do you need from me right now?”
I ponder his question, no clear answer springing to mind. I need the fucking pain to go away. I need tonotlose myself in this concrete prison. I need out of this place.
Realizing I must’ve said the words out loud, he shakes his head. “You won’t lose yourself, little doll. You’ll hold onto me. I know it’s hard to hear this right now, but I need you to trust me. Can you do that?”
How the fuck am I supposed to trust him when he’s the one doing this shit to me? The decision may come from the top, but it’s insane he’d go along with it. He’ll lose his job if he doesn’t do what he’s told. You could end up with someone worse.Much worse.
Does it get worse than this?
I don’t like either side of the coin, but Atlas seems to care about me. He’s my only chance at surviving this place. He watches me carefully, and I nod. “I’ll try.”
He blows out a breath, his hand coming up, his fingers stroking my cheek. “I’ve missed you.”
His words shatter something within me, and I lean into his touch. “You’re all I have, Atlas.”
He leans in, his thumb trailing across my bottom lip. “I’m all you need, little doll.”
I attempt to steady my breathing, my heart racing at his closeness. “Your face looks terrible. I-I’m sorry.”
One side of his mouth tugs up. “Are you saying I’m no longer attractive, Miss Sterling?”
I smile at that. “You’re okay, I guess.”
He pulls me onto his lap, and I wince. “I’ll give you something for the pain, sweet girl.”
I twist my fingers together between our bodies. “Will it sedate me?”
“No. It only blocks your pain receptors.” He assures me, pulling my forehead to his.
“That would be great.”
His mouth inches closer, our breaths mingling together. “I’m barely hanging on here, Olivia.”
My stomach flips. Pressing my lips to his, he groans, carefully pulling my body tightly against him. My aches and pains fade away as his mouth devours me, slowly, methodically. His hands slide down my back, gripping my ass, grinding me against his slack covered cock. I moan into the kiss, my body coming alive beneath his touch. “Atlas.”
He pulls away, his eyes darkening as he watches me. Cool, calculating, a predator assessing his prey. His lips curve up slowly, his pupils blowing wide, unmasking his desire. “Lay back on the couch and spread your legs. I’m about to eat you alive, little doll.”