Page 25 of Asylum

My hips glide back and forth, our combined juices leaking out around my cock, and I bury my face in the crook of her neck,licking and suckling her salty skin. She trembles uncontrollably, her thighs loosely spread open instead of wrapped around my waist, her hands fisting the sheets rather than her arms wrapped around my neck.

She didn’t call out my name or touch me the entire time. I frown. “You didn’t enjoy yourself?”

She shakes her head, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. “I didn’t want this.”

I choose to cup her cheek instead of giving into my rising irritation. “You were upset by what you saw earlier. Your body just needed a jumpstart. You want me as much as I want you, Olivia. But your mind is broken. That’s why I’m here, little doll. To help you.”

Her brows furrow, something flickering in her eyes I can’t quite make out in the darkness. “I’m tired.”

“I’ll leave you to sleep.” I sigh, letting my cock slip from her warmth. After straightening my clothes, I watch as she covers herself in silence, turning onto her side, giving me her back.

What the hell is wrong with her?

“I’ll see you in a few hours,” I say, but I’m met with more silence.

Opening the door, I leave her room, heading for my office.

I’m dreading my session withhimtoday.

After last night, or this morning, there’s no sense of time in this place, I’m confused and hurt.

For the first time since I arrived in this hell, well over a month ago, I wish I could stay locked in this dark prison cell, alone. I’m losing myself piece by piece. Hell, the sedatives are becoming more appealing. At least I could sleep and escape this fucked up reality.

Atlas is cruel, and the longer I’m here, the more I realize just how sadistic he truly is. While my instincts scream to stay away from him, my heart can’t ignore our time alone together.

Until last night.

As I fight to push away those memories, they assault my mind until they’re clear as day.

The way he treats me in his office during those quiet moments, I forget I’m in an asylum. The doctor/patient relationship becomes blurred while I’m in his arms. Every day I see him, just for a little while, I feel normal. I’ll do anything to hang on to that.

If I could only stay in control and stop questioning him, I think we’ll be okay.

The door opens to my room, Nurse Carter striding in. “Time to go, Miss Sterling.”

Exhaling a shaky breath, I follow her quietly, completing my morning routine. I take my time, scrubbing the evidence of last night’s fuck from between my thighs, a lone tear sliding down my cheek, mingling with the cool water spraying from the shower head. Shame slithers through me. He may have forced himself on me, but my body reacted, wanting his intrusion.

I came.

I didn’t beg and plead for him to stop. I didn’t push him away. I let him take what he wanted while my mind silently pleaded for it to be over.

Then I came.

I don’t want to see him this morning, not after what he did to Mr. Henderson. What he did to me.

But I do care about him, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t make those feelings go away.

He isn’t my stepbrother.

He cares about me. He didn’t want to hurt me last night; he just needed the connection.Right?

Once I’m dressed, I find Nurse Carter waiting for me outside the bathroom. She leads me to Atlas’s office, and the door is already open. I step inside, closing it behind me, and take a seat on the couch.

He looks up from his computer, his face unreadable. “How are you feeling today, Olivia?”

As I meet his darkening gaze, all my worries from earlier fade away. “I’m okay.”

He pushes his chair back, rising gracefully, circling the desk. He squats in front of me, taking my hands in his own. “Are you upset with me?”