Page 27 of Asylum
Only him.
His spicy scent surrounds me. The tight features of his face are all I see. The muscles of his chiseled body are all I feel. His short pants and deep groans are all I hear. He consumes me in every way, and I fucking hate him for it. “Atlas,” I whimper.
His eyes widen a fraction before he falls on top of me, his forearms catching the brunt of his weight. “Olivia.” He groans as if he’s in pain. His eyes search my face before sliding his hands beneath my back, gripping my shoulders roughly. His thrusts deepen, hitting every secret place inside me I didn’t know existed. “You’ll never fucking escape me.”
My core tightens at his words, something explosive coiling deep in my belly. He drives inside me as if he’s possessed, and it’s painful in a way that brings me pleasure beyond anything words can describe.
“Let go.” I groan, and he does. My hands slide up his chest, trailing up his neck, sinking my fingers into his hair. Tugging roughly, his head snaps back, his hips thrusting faster, and deliciously harder.
He circles his hips, and I’m careening towards a wave of terrifyingly beautiful oblivion. He must sense it as my lips part, and he slams his palm over my mouth. A muffled scream tears through my throat, instantly raw from the force of it. My visiondarkens as pleasure barrels through my limbs, a mixture of agony and bliss. My muscles clench so tightly, pricks of pain assault my nerves. The orgasm burns through me, hot and wild for long minutes before fading into flickering embers, my body feeling weightless and satiated.
In the distance, I sense his thrusts becoming erratic, a deep growl leaving his chest. His warm cum fills me so completely, it leaks out around him, sliding down my ass.
His hips come to a halt, and our gazes lock. Without breaking eye contact, he slides my leg from his shoulder, wrapping it around his waist. He frees my other leg to do the same, and he shifts, his forearms on either side of my head taking the brunt of his weight. “How do you feel?”
I blink. “I don’t have the urge to kill you anymore, but I still don’t like you.”
“That’s fair.” He chuckles.
The death glare I send his way should cut off his amusement, but the bastard just smiles. Is this what my life will be? Having an infuriating doctor who I’ll fuck constantly so I don’t murder him? The thought has the walls closing in on me, and he must sense the shift. His body presses into me with more weight, and I’m unsure if it’s for comfort, or he thinks I’m about to bolt.
“What?” He asks.
“I’m never getting out of here, am I?”
His jaw clenches as if I’ve offended him. “No one leaves Wellard Asylum.”
Olivia sits on the couch across from my desk, staring blankly through the window.
She’s been acting strangely since our therapy fuck a few days ago. She seems more withdrawn, her eyes vacant when I catch her gaze. While I enjoyed her tight cunt wrapped around my cock, she’s acting as though she didn’t enjoy the multiple orgasms she received.
Pushing my chair back from the desk, I clasp my hands behind my head, watching her quietly. As a psychiatrist, it’smy job to find out what makes my patients tick, where their abnormal thoughts take them. But every time I think I have Olivia figured out; she shifts in a different direction. Luckily for her, I enjoy a challenge. It’d be a shame to grow bored of her. What would I do with my time?
My phone vibrates on the desk, and I know who the private number belongs to. I answer quickly, heading into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. “Yeah.”
“Do you have what I need?” Simon, the black market organ dealer snarls down the line.
Everything sold on the black market is dangerous territory, but selling organs is an entirely different ball game. These people are ruthless, and won’t think twice about ending your life. They’ll kill you when you least expect it, finding someone else to replace you before your body is cold. It’s a criminal empire where the demand is high, and you’re paid a ridiculous amount of money to uphold your end of the deal.
Fail and die.
That’s the bottom line.
While I respect the clear rules, I thoroughly dislike Simon, and his shitty attitude. “I have a candidate. You know I have to be careful.”
“We’re on a clock, Stone. Don’t fuck me over. I won’t hesitate to put a bullet between your eyes.”
“Don’t threaten the man who supplies the organs, asshole. I’ll call you before surgery so you can arrange the transport. Until then, fuck off.” I end the call before he can respond.
I’ll need to speed up the vetting process with Henderson. Trapping him in the Utica bed was all part of the testing I’m conducting. I needed him in a high stress situation to make sure the bastard’s heart didn’t give out. It’s held strong so far. The final trials consist of administering multiple sedatives, ensuring his heart can withstand the medications. If it’s successful, Mr.Henderson will be a silent hero, donating his vital organ to someone in need.
While it’s heartwarming, and oh so touching, I’m more excited about the compensation I’ll receive. The money will be added to the sizeable bank account I have, the cash solely for the purpose of early retirement. I’m still young. What’s the point of working until I’m too old to spend the money I’ve saved? I want to live my life, and if Olivia is a good girl, I’ll find a way for her to live it with me. As I open the bathroom door, Olivia is standing there, her eyes narrowed with suspicion.
The balls on this girl.
There’s no sign of embarrassment even though she’s been caught.
“Were you eavesdropping, little doll?” I ask, brushing past her.