Page 18 of Asylum (The Wellard Asylum #9)

O livia 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 She seems more withdrawn, her eyes vacant when I catch her gaze.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’s my 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.

She scoffs. “You’re selling people’s organs?”

My jaw clenches. “You shouldn’t have heard that.”

She watches me for a few moments before a grin tugs at her lips, followed by a surprisingly creepy cackle.

My body goes rigid as she doubles over, laughing hysterically for several long minutes.

She’s gasping for air, tears leaking from her eyes while I’m growing more agitated.

Opening the top drawer of my desk, I slip a sedative filled syringe into my pocket, just in case.

She finally composes herself, her gaze snapping to mine, heavy judgement in her eyes.

“Everything about you is fucking disgusting. You’re a psychopath masquerading as a doctor.

And what’s worse, you think you’re actually helping people when in reality, you get off to the torture. You make me fucking sick.”

Two strides, and I grip her biceps, pushing her against the wall. “Go on, little doll. Tell me how you really feel. Oh wait. It doesn’t matter because you’re fucking mine. I’ll do whatever I want, whenever I want, and there’s not a fucking thing you can do about it.”

She spits in my face. “I hate you.”

Wiping the expelled saliva from my eyes, I grin. “You only think you do now.” She tenses at my words, her eyes tracking the movement as I pull the syringe from my pocket, removing the cap with my teeth. Turning my head to the side, I spit it out onto the floor. “You just wait.”

She lands a blow to my jaw, but I recover quickly. Releasing her bicep, I wrap my fingers around her throat. She claws at my arm as I restrict her airway, but I’m stronger.

I’ll always be stronger.

I sink the needle into her skin just above my fingers. The fight slowly leaves her body as the sedative takes hold, and she sinks to the floor. Blood oozes from the cuts and scrapes her nails left behind, and I lift my arm to my mouth, licking the warm liquid from my skin.

I wish it were hers.

Fucking hell, I admire her strong will, her fiery spirit.

It makes my cock hard. I’d love nothing more than to fuck the attitude right out of her.

Wake up every morning to see it’s returned, just to fuck it out of her again.

Shaking my head, I push the fantasy from the forefront of my mind.

There’s more pressing matters to attend to.

It’s time to teach my little doll a lesson about sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong.