Page 223 of Brainwashed

“Hm?” I trace his chin with my fingertips.

Who has a sexy chin?? My psycho boyfriend, that’s who.

“Just so I know… for closure,” he goes on, and I finally zone back in on what he’s saying. “Is he alright?”

The pause I take before answering, while consideringhowto answer, feels very long, when in reality, it’s not. The decision I make is an easy one.

He’s mine. And I need to take care of him.

“Yes, he’s alright,” I lie to him with ease, brushing back the strands of silky chestnut hair that want to fall in his eyes.

And immediately I know I made the right call. He looks happy, placated by my words. This is the last piece of the puzzle, and now he can pack up Cameron Kline, and stuff him away in the closet of his memories. No need to dwell on it anymore.

What’s doneisdone, after all.

Maybe lying to the man I love makes me a dick, but we’ve already established two things: one, I’m not a good person. And two, I will do whatever it takes to protect my monster.

Felix pulls my mouth back to his, and we ease into more sweet kisses, more touching and breathing and exploring this new love. This palpable electricity, somehow soothing in its smolder. The sensation of being with him is unlike anything I could have expected.

I went into this job ready to cut him open and carve out everything inside that makes him unique, place it under a microscope and analyze. I really never thoughthewould end up on the inside…

Because my mission in meeting Felix Darcey was to open him up, but he did it to me in return, unfurling me in ways I never thought possible. And now, I don’t think I could breathe another breath without him.

He might be the patient, but I’m the one who’s brainwashed.

And I never want to wake from this debauchery.

I’ve been daydreaming when Dr. Love snaps his fingers in front of my face.

“Felix… focus,” he scolds in his robot tone. “We’re in the middle of a session.”

I shift on the red velvet couch in his office, glancing around the room. I feel like I was just in a daze for months. My most intense fantasy yet…

The entire story of our relationship.

Blinking at my doctor, I wonder if he has any idea how much I love him. How much we’ve done together in my mind.

But none of it really happened…

It was all a dream.

I purse my lips, inching my foot forward to play footsie with Lem.

Just KIDDING!

Of course it happened. What did you think, I made up all that crazy shit in my head??

Lem tries to contain himself, preserving his growly facade, but I can see him cracking for me. And he nudges his shoe into mine.

“I love you,” I whisper, then my bite my lip. “I want you to bend me over your desk.”

He shifts and clears his throat. “Felix… behave. We’re supposed to be having a session. Warden’s orders.”

“Mmm… well, he’s already seen and heard us fucking before.” I slump off of the couch onto my knees, pushing his legs apart. “I think he likes it. Probably more than me talking about my kills for the millionth time.”

Reaching for the buckle on his belt, I undo it slowly while gazing up at him. His gorgeous face, so serious all the time, except with me. I’m the only one who gets his little grins and chuckles. Sometimes I get wide beaming smiles and big booms of laughter from him. Those are my favorite.

I’m the only one who gets his kisses and cuddles, his affection, his bated breaths, his moans and groans and grunts. His unreasonably long dick and on rare occasion, his ass. His soft skin and strong hands. His blood and his bloodlust.