Page 26 of Asylum
My chest tightens. “Why did you do it?”
His brows furrow in confusion. “Do what?”
“Take me the way you did?” I grit out, heat spreading across the surface of my skin. He may care about me, but he doesn’t get to use me and play dumb afterwards.
The back and forth in my mind is exhausting. Part of me wants to beat the shit out of him for what he did. But the other part likes that he wants me the way he does. Unapologetically.
Fuck, this place is making me crazier than I already was.
My fingers ache as his grip tightens around them. “I’ll take you any way I want, any time I want. You belong to me, Olivia. I thought I made that clear the day you arrived.”
My skin heats further, my breaths becoming shorter and quicker. Sweat beads across my hairline, my vision zeroing in on the set of his clenched jaw.
He’s really a beautiful man, but all I can think about is ripping his fucking throat out. I continue staring as his lips tug into a smirk, his arrogance shining through like the sun’s rays after a storm.
“There she is.” He smiles widely. “Time for a new exercise in control.” He releases my hands, taking the seat next to me. Unbuttoning his pants, he pushes them down his thighs alongwith his briefs, freeing his cock, and I lick my lips as it slaps against his abdomen. “Instead of fighting me, you’re going to fuck me.”
“What?” I snarl.
He fists my hair, pulling me until I’m straddling his lap. He leans in, his mouth too close to mine. “You’re going to fuck me like you hate me, little doll.”
My vision begins to dim at the edges, and I hyperfocus on his face. “Idofucking hate you.”
He chuckles darkly. “Prove it.”
My hands curl into fists as he lifts me up, positioning his cock at my entrance. A growl fills the room, and it takes a moment to realize it’s coming from me. My back straightens, and I raise my arm, ready to knock him the fuck out when he drops me onto his cock, filling me so full it steals my breath, paralyzing me.
“Fuck!” He shouts, and if Nurse Carter is hanging around, I’m sure she heard him along with the torturous scream ripped from my throat.
“You motherfucker!” I sneer, slapping him across the face.
His entire body stiffens, his eyes snapping to mine. I don’t know what the fuck he’s thinking, but I don’t have to wait long as his lips curve into a sadistic smile. “That’s my girl. Let it out. Don’t let it control you.”
His words strike their mark, and the earlier signs of an episode slowly recede into the corners of my mind. He lifts my hips, thrusting up as he slams me down onto his big, beautiful cock. I bite my lip to muffle the moans threatening to escape from the heady mix of pain and pleasure. It’s wreaking havoc on my body; my pussy craving his demented push and pull. My feelings for him border on wanting to kill him and never wanting this to end.
My core aches for him, my skin burns for him, but my mind wants to kill him.
He groans as I pin him to the couch, my hands on his chest. I find my rhythm, grinding my clit against him every time I drop my pussy onto his thick cock. My nails dig into the fabric of his shirt, and before I realize what I’m doing, I rip it open, buttons pinging off every surface around us.
He growls like the predator he is, and I rake my nails down his chest, mesmerized by the blood rising to the surface. He hums with satisfaction. “Fuck, little doll. Harder. This is what you need.”
I grin, his skin gathering under my fingernails soothing the violence I crave. “Let me guess. Your cock will cure my disorder?”
“There’s my smart girl.” He grins, his grip on my hips tightening, threatening bruises and tender skin for days.
His arrogance enrages me, and I raise my fist, punching him in the fucking eye. He grunts, his head whipping to the side, but his hips never stop moving. “No dick is that good, asshole.”
His gaze snaps to mine, and before I can get a read on him, I’m on my back, my hands pinned above my head. “Let’s test that theory.” Gripping both my wrists in one of his hands, he raises the other, backhanding me across the face.
My body goes rigid, every cell of my anatomy focusing on the stinging pain. It spreads across my skin, igniting a rage so deep within me, it feels like I may implode. “I’m going to kill you.” The words are low, and I don’t recognize my own voice.
He leans in, brushing his lips across mine. I snap my teeth, and he chuckles. “You’re not going to do a fucking thing except lay there and take what I give you like an obedient, little slut.”
He rises to his knees, bringing my wrists to my stomach, pinning them in place. One of my legs is trapped between his body and the back of the couch. The other is hanging over his shoulder, and I curve it inwards, trying to kick him in the back of the head.
He slams into me, hitting my g-spot just right, and all the fight leaves my body. Using his grip on my wrists as leverage, he pistons into me over and over, and I lose all my senses. The bright light shining through the window disappears. The low hum of the electronics in his office fade away. I no longer feel the leather couch beneath me. The heavy weight on my chest dissipates, the throbbing in my head subsiding. The incessant need to slit his throat fades, as well as the voice encouraging me to do so.
There’s nothing.