Page 16 of Asylum (The Wellard Asylum #9)

T he door latches behind me as I enter the room, and I pat the keys inside my pocket before slowly prowling towards Olivia.

She retreats until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed, her body rigid as she sits on the mattress. “What is that thing?”

My initial reaction was to be angry she found one of my favorite pastimes. Just as quickly as the it flared, it vanished. She’s a curious little thing, and I’m dead set on pushing her boundaries. “It’s called a Utica crib. We use it to calm patients who are out of control.”

Her face pales, realizing the implications of what I said, and I grin.

Yes, little doll. You’ll fit in one too.

“He said he had a nightmare. He wasn’t out of control. He was just scared.” She counters.

“That may be true, but he suffers from severe claustrophobia, and the crib works wonderfully to help work through those fears.”

“Sounds like it,” she sasses, and my cock twitches.

I come to a stop directly in front of her. “What was that?”

She tenses, her head falling back to meet my gaze. “It doesn’t sound like it’s helping. He’s terrified, Atlas.”

Olivia has a soft heart and good intentions, but it’s a weakness that will get her nowhere in this place, or in life. She needs to toughen up, let her rage take over, shifting her into an impenetrable force who can survive anything.

That’s where I come in.

I’ll mold her into the person she needs to be, by any means necessary.

My hand shoots out, wrapping my large fingers around her slender throat. She gasps, and I push her down onto the bed, crawling over her thin body. “Do not question how I treat my patients. It can easily be you in that box.”

Her pale skin reddens as my fingers restrict her oxygen intake.

She attempts to nod, but I squeeze harder, my cock hardening painfully, knowing her life is in my hands.

Now isn’t the right time to give in to my primal urges, but my body demands I take her.

Releasing her throat, I unbutton my pants, shoving them down my thighs, along with my briefs.

Her gown has ridden up past her hips, and I push her panties to the side, slipping my fingers through her arid slit.

“So dry, little doll.” Pushing two fingers into her mouth, she gags as I hit the back of her throat. “Suck.”

She obeys, and I pull them from her mouth, shoving them into her dehydrated cunt.

She winces, but I thrust my fingers in and out, her body betraying her, desire conquering the fear keeping her arousal at bay.

Her hips begin to move as her pussy weeps, coating my fingers as I pull them free, driving my cock inside her until I bottom out, my pelvis grinding against her clit.

“Don’t fight it, Olivia. You know you were made for me.” I groan, her tight heat wrapping around me, begging for more.

She whimpers as I crash my mouth to hers, shoving my tongue past her lips, claiming what is mine. It takes her a few moments, but she kisses me back, giving her body what it craves.

Me.

No matter how angry or fearful she may be, she wants me. I’d love to see the inner workings of her mind when she tries to sort out that shit. The thought makes me grin, and I slam into her over and over, her low moans making my cock throb. “That’s it, little doll. Come for me.”

“No!” She sobs, turning her head to side, squeezing her eyes shut.

She’s lost what’s left of her fucking mind if she thinks she can deny me.

Picking up the pace, I pound into her, knowing she’ll feel the aftereffects for days to come. Slipping my hand between our bodies, I pinch her clit, giving her no choice but to submit to me. “Come. Now.”

She cries out, her body tensing beneath me, her tight cunt choking my cock like nothing I’ve ever felt. I groan against her lips, my own release ripping through me without warning, coating her inner walls with a ridiculous amount of cum.

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.