Page 45 of Intense (Beneath The Blaze #3)

STEPHANIE

Song- In Your Fantasy, ATEEZ

A nother day, another life saved. Balance. I took a man’s life last night, and today I saved a woman.

I thought killing James would relieve some of the tension building inside of me. That it would get my mind off Finn. That I’d get that euphoric release that I usually do.

But I didn’t.

Because this is different. Finn is so deep in my skin; it doesn’t matter what I do, I can’t stop thinking about him. I can’t stop feeling him on me. I can’t stop wanting more.

“Good work today, Josh,” I tell him as he appears next to me to scrub out.

“Thanks, Dr. Qui–”

I spin to face him with a scowl.

“Dr. Miller,” I correct him with a smile.

He’s flustered as he continues to scrub his hands and arms.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean… It just slipped.”

I roll my eyes.

“It’s fine,” I tell him as I head out of the door.

As it swings open, I find Finn standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall opposite me with his arms crossed.

My body heats up just with one look.

“Mrs. Quinn.” He grins.

Fuck, it does sound good with his Irish accent.

“Dr. Quinn,” I say back, full of sugar.

He pushes himself off the wall and falls into step with me as we head to our offices.

“How was your day off?” I ask.

The one that came out of the blue, that wasn’t documented anywhere.

“Very nice. London is a favorite of mine.”

I nod along.

“Yes. I bet you had lots of champagne and caviar.” He comes to a stop, and so do I, spinning to face him.

“Did you miss me?” he whispers, beckoning me over with his finger.

And my feet walk me towards him by their own accord.

Until I’m right in front of him, looking up at him through my lashes.

“Like a hole in the side of my head.” I smile with my teeth.

Truth is, I did. I’m not sure who I am without him.

“Ah, so I leave a lasting impression on my wife.”

I step back just as some of our colleagues walk past.

“We shouldn’t be friendly like this in front of people.”

That earns me a chuckle.

“Having a conversation is too friendly, Stephanie? Well, good job no one can see what plays out in my brain every time I see you.”

I glance around me, relaxing once it’s quiet again. I’m playing with fire.

“And what do you see when you look at me, Dr. Quinn?”

He pulls the stethoscope from around his neck and wraps it around his fist, stepping into my space. He tilts my chin up to him with his finger, his eyes raking over my body as my breath hitches.

Our mouths hover, just inches apart.

Everything around us vanishes; it’s just us, like it always has been. My lips part, and all the breath is stolen from my lungs as he leans in.

Then reality kicks in. But I want this. So fucking bad.

My shift is over for today.

So I grab his tie and yank it, making him stumble forward. Grinning as I drag him down the corridor. Not towards our offices, but to the observation wing.

The empty room has hardly been used since the newer rooms were upgraded last year.

As he kicks the door shut behind him, I freeze.

Letting go of him as he locks it without a word.

I don’t give my brain another second to overthink this; I launch myself into his arms. With his fingers digging into my ass, his other hand grips my throat.

Our mouths crash. It’s urgent and fucking feral.

Our teeth colliding, our tongues dancing.

I fumble with his belt, like I’ve been starved of him. I’m desperate. And he’s letting me.

“See. You did miss me,” he murmurs against my mouth.

I bite down on his bottom lip in response.

“Good fucking girl. Make me bleed for you, because you’re about to bleed out for me,” he says softly, running the back of his hand along my cheek.

He spins me, pinning me to the wall. Pain erupts from my scalp as he grabs a fistful of my hair, tugging my head back to expose my throat.

“You brought this on yourself, Mrs. Quinn.”

His grip tightens in my hair, dragging a gasp from my throat as he forces my head back. His mouth is all over me, teeth grazing the column of my neck, tongue chasing the heat he leaves behind.

“I’m counting on it,” I whisper, breathless, already arching into him.

His chuckle is sinful, vibrating straight through my core.

He releases my hair and spins me again, pushing me backward with his body until the backs of my thighs hit the edge of the bed.

With his lips on me, he drags my scrub top up, pulling away from me as I lift my arms in the air.

He tosses it to the ground and grabs my throat again. But his gaze flicks over my breasts.

I work the clasp of my bra and slide the straps over my shoulders, letting that drop down too.

“Oh, fuck yes.”

His head dips down, and he takes my nipple in his mouth. My head tips back as he sucks and bites. The perfect amount of pain.

“Fuck, Finn.”

He trails his tongue between my breasts and all the way up to my throat.

“Lie down,” he commands.

My heart pounds in my chest, a wild rhythm I can’t control. I move without thinking, settling onto the padded surface. He heads over to the cupboards behind me. I just lie there, looking at the ceiling as if I am about to be examined.

He drapes the stethoscope across my chest—a tease, a threat, a warning. And then he gently places my wrist on the railings of the bed, securing it with an IV tube. He slowly walks around to the other side and restrains my other wrist.

I tug on them to test the resistance, but they’re tight. He grins as I look up at him.

Without a word, the cool end of the stethoscope is back on me.

“Are you just going to listen to my heart?” I pant, every inch of me trembling, soaking for him.

“No,” he says softly. “I’m going to make it skip.”

He peels my scrub pants down with surgical precision. No time wasted. No hesitation. Just his mouth on my inner thigh, warm breath dragging over skin he knows he owns.

“Let’s see what my girl's heart does for me,” he murmurs, pointing to the cardiac monitor leads beside us.

He works on attaching the electrodes to my chest. I hear the steady beep as the machine comes to life.

“That’s mine now.” He taps the screen. “Every flutter. Every spike. I want to see exactly what I do to you.”

And God, I want that too.

His fingers trail between my legs, making me squirm.

“You’re soaked, Mrs. Quinn. All for me.”

“I’m not your property,” I breathe, even as my hips chase his touch.

I just hate admitting what he does to me.

He smirks. “No? Then why does your body only respond to mine?”

I don’t have an answer for that.

Because it’s the truth.

Finn Quinn ruined me.

And he knows it.

I cry out as two fingers slide inside me, curling just enough to hit that devastating spot he’s already memorized. My back arches. The monitor beeps harder. He watches it with satisfaction.

“Look at you. Such a good girl for me,” he croons.

His fingers keep working me as he reaches for something in his coat pocket.

The glint of steel catches my eye.

A scalpel.

My breath stalls.

“You trust me?” he asks, his tone gentler now.

I nod, chest heaving. “Yes.”

I want this. I’ve always wanted something more like this. Pain tipping the balance with pleasure. But I’ve never been brave enough to ask, nor trusted someone enough to do it.

Yet with him, it’s different. I’ve seen what he can do with his hands. He can save a life, and he can bring me right to the edge.

He presses the blade flat against my stomach. Not cutting. Just teasing. The cold kiss of metal against burning skin.

“Good. Because tonight, I’m going to take everything from you.”

My thighs are trembling as I watch the sharp edge trace the curve of my hipbone. He doesn’t cut, not yet.

He’s waiting.

Watching my pulse, which is climbing by the second.

And when the moment’s right, he presses the tip into my thigh. A small, controlled cut. A droplet of blood wells up, and I moan, because somehow, the pain only makes the pleasure spike.

He leans in and licks it up, his grey eyes never leaving mine. My body shakes around him.

“Beautiful,” he whispers. “Bleed for me, wife.”

I’m wrecked. Completely. The sound of the monitor echoing my body’s betrayal, rising higher with every movement of his hand, every kiss, every cut.

“Say it,” he demands, leaning over me, pressing his palm flat to my heart.

“Say you missed me.”

“I did,” I gasp, on the edge, legs shaking. “I missed you.”

Pain sears through me as he makes a larger cut on my hip. The monitor is screaming. Yet I’m feeling on top of the world. Alive and on fire.

“Atta girl. I fuckin’ knew it. And I missed you too.”

And only then, only when I’m right at the edge, held open for him, dripping, marked as his, does he push his pants down, freeing his huge cock.

“Oh shit.” My eyes go wide.

“You weren’t joking. That really is massive,” I pant.

He curls his hand around himself and strokes.

“Hmm, mm. And it’s all yours now, baby. Want a taste?” He bites his bottom lip as I tremble.

I nod.

“Yes, please.”

“Please, what?” he asks, moving towards me.

“Sir?”

He nods.

Now beside my face, he pushes the tip against my lip, and I open wide for him. His hand on the back of my head as he thrusts inside, making me gag.

“Good girl, take it.”

He glances at the heart rate monitor with a grin. I pull on my restraints, desperate to touch him. But it’s clear that isn’t what he wants.

“My filthy girl likes her throat being fucked. Good.”

So he ups the momentum, no restraint, until tears spill from my eyes. The monitor beeping almost becoming a scream.

“Breathe for me, temptress. Breathe. You’re doing a perfect job.”

His words only build the fire inside of me faster. I squeeze my thighs together to stop myself from coming. I know that will get me in trouble. And I’m enjoying the pleasure too much.

When he starts to tense, moans escaping him, he pulls back out of me, and I take a deep breath.

“M-more,” I whisper desperately.

“We’ve got plenty of time. This is about me exploring my wife.”