Page 11 of Lonely (Wellard Asylum #4)

I studied him closely and wondered why he fought so damn hard. Other animals cowered when they were captured. Sure, they fought at first, squirming in the net. But eventually, they gave up.

Not Carter. He just kept on writhing and getting himself more entangled in the web.

“You think I’ll cut you loose if you fight me?” I asked, sensing the hostility radiating off him. “You think I won’t want you anymore?”

Straightening up, I rounded the desk, slowly approaching him. Carter looked at me, his eyes molten green as I walked behind him.

My hands came down on his stiff shoulders, and I pressed my mouth to his ear. “I’ll never grow bored of you.”

A tremor rolled through him as I sank my teeth into his ear, biting hard and groaning my desire for this tempting heathen. Fuck me, he was perfection.

“Don’t you see?” I whispered, shoving him deeper into the seat when he tried to shrug me off. “You killed those people so you could belong to me.”

“You’re sick,” he spat, but he was hard, and his pants were tenting.

“I fucked him and thought of you,” I admitted, sliding my fingers through his greasy hair. “Always you.”

A heavy breath rattled his chest. “Why did you kill him?”

“I told you. He touched you.” I pulled his hair, and he stiffened, gripping the armrests. A wet patch had formed on his pants, but I wouldn’t give in to him yet.

Let him stew in his own shame.

“Why did you fuck him?”

I bit his ear again, whispering, “Because it was you, and you felt so good.”

“Fuck . . .” He grunted, his hips jerking involuntarily. “Fuck . . . ”

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and I barely managed to stand up straight before Anna barged into the office.

She flurried past us in a cloud of perfume, with a set of files in her hands, but then stopped. Her eyes dropped to Carter’s crotch, and I knew what she saw.

The tenting.

The wet patch.

Her eyes met mine, then Carter’s. She set the files down, tucked her blonde hair behind her ears, fiddled with her necklace, and looked anywhere but us.

A blush crept up her neck.

She was upset.

Carter had been stiff before, but now he was stone. I wondered if he was staring at her stupid ankle bracelet.

Without another word, Anna breezed back out. Mother would be pleased to see her gone, but I still got hard every time I thought about her heel in my ass, and now I’d never get that rush again.

I should have locked the damn door.

“You fucked her,” Carter said in such a low tone I barely caught it. But I did hear him, and his voice snapped me out of my troubled thoughts.

I locked the fucking door.

“I told you I did.”

“I didn’t believe you.” His voice was uncharacteristically hard.

“Nurse Anna can be very persuasive when she wants something,” I explained distractedly, still thinking about her fucking heel in my rectum.

Women. Nothing but trouble.

The floorboards creaked beneath my shoes as I walked to the window and peered outside. Clouds rolled in over the darkening sky, but it wasn’t raining yet.

“Come here,” Carter said, and my body went still.

What the hell is he up to?

I whipped my head around. He was standing by the chair, his broad shoulders taking up far too much space in the small office.

“Sit the fuck down,” I said, but he just chuckled, the sound deep, husky, and far too fucking filthy.

“Why don’t you shoot me full of drugs and fuck me on your desk? I won’t say no if that’s how you want me.”

“Why?”

His eyes dropped down my body.

Slowly.

So fucking slowly.

“Because the slutty nurse won’t let you do that to her.”

“How do you know?” I asked, turning to face him, the window at my back.

“A hunch.” His forest-green eyes were on my crotch now. “You don’t know how to dominate a woman.” He looked up, and his lips twitched into a smirk. “They scare you. But you’ve fucked a lot of men, haven’t you?”

He walked closer, and I almost started hyperventilating. “You’ve used a lot of men.”

My shoulders pressed against the window. For a moment, I worried the old, thin glass might give way.

Up close, Carter was taller and broader than I was. I felt small.

“Trust me,” he whispered, bracketing me in. “I know how soft and smooth women are. How arousing it is to have their tits swaying in your face, to hear their sweet little moans. But it’s not the same, is it? You always come back to men because they fight back.”

I gulped, my throat suddenly dry.

“You want to fuck me, Doctor? Fight me!”

My eyes flicked to the medicine cart in the corner of the room, but my attention soon returned to Carter, because he chuckled and shook his head.

“I’m not letting you shoot me full of sedatives again, just so you can overpower me.” He rolled his hips into me, his dick rubbing up against mine through our clothing. “You want me, Doctor? Fight me. Tackle me right now.”

I hesitated, weighing his words.

He was baiting me, pushing every one of my buttons. It was a trap and he relished every second of dangling the bait just out of reach.

Before I even knew what I was doing, I shoved him away and rammed my shoulder full force into his chest.

He toppled back and then retaliated with a punch to my face, sending me stumbling toward the window. He caught my shirt, yanked me close, and slammed me against the desk.

As he lunged again, I lifted my leg and drove my foot into his stomach. The moment he recoiled, I grabbed the desk phone and smashed it against his skull.

Blood trickled from a cut on his brow. He wiped it off, grinning that filthy smile. Then he charged, slamming me into the desk again.

My files went flying and a half-full cup of coffee crashed to the floor, splattering brown liquid everywhere. He grappled for my wrists, but I slapped him hard across the face, and he laughed.

“Is that how you hit your mother? Come on, Doctor, you can hit better than that.”

I growled and drove my palm into his chin just as he wrapped his hands around my neck.

Damn, I was turned on beyond belief and felt alive in a way I didn’t think I’d ever been. None of the others had fought me like this.

They’d been so damn pliant. But Carter . . .

Carter was a beast. He was the aggressive stray that wouldn’t stop hissing or clawing no matter how many treats I fed him. All that was left was to beat him into submission, but he was stronger than me.

Stronger. Younger. More agile.

“You’re pathetic, Doctor. Maybe I should fuck you instead.”

With that, he flipped me onto my front like I weighed nothing, as though I wasn’t a fully grown man like him, and shoved my pants and briefs down.

I tried to elbow him in the face, but he overpowered me easily.

“Oh, Doctor, is this what she does?” he taunted, pinning my cheek to the desk with his forearm.

“The pretty little nurse with the pert ass? Fucks you like the pathetic little scared boy you are. And you secretly like it. That’s why you seek out men to assert your power?

” He let out a sharp, broken laugh, and I felt him shift his pants out of the way.

“Maybe it’s you who needs a shrink, after all?” His thick crown slid through my butt crack, and he pressed his forearm harder into the back of my neck.

My first time, and it was him of all fucking people. No one had ever had me like this. And if he thought this meant he’d won, he was dead wrong. I’d burn him for it. But fuck, the fight felt good. Too good.

He spat on his fingers and used them to wet both my back hole and the tip of his cock. Then he pressed forward, forcing his big cock inside me.

“You think I’ll be your little pet like the other patients here? Like your previous boy toys?”

He thrust hard, and I swallowed a pained grunt. “You better shoot me full of drugs, because I’ll end up on top every time, Doctor. I’m bigger, stronger, and far fucking hornier than you.”

He breathed hard, seated to the hilt inside me. I’d never felt smaller.

Not even Mother could make me feel this insignificant.

“You should have picked someone else to unleash your demons on, Doctor. Someone weaker. Not the strongest of the pack.”

He rolled his hips, a heavy breath rushing over my neck.

“But I must say . . .” His voice dropped to a cruel whisper. “Your tight ass sure feels good.”

He took me then. Hard. Fast. The back legs of the desk lifted off the ground with every brutal thrust. Mother was nowhere around to berate me now.

“Is this how you imagined me when you fucked the other doctor? The one you killed. What’s his name? Andersen?”

No. Andersen didn’t speak a single word because he was dead as a doornail. And so will you be when I’m done with you.

I groaned, growing painfully hard at his brutality. He thought he was so damn powerful. He thought I’d let him get away with humiliating me.

It felt good to see him snap finally.

“Who fucks you better? Me or the slutty nurse?”

“Just you fucking wait,” I growled, my cheek throbbing where it was squished against the desk. “I’ll be the last thing you see.”

“Big talk, Doctor. Bold for someone moaning like a good little bitch. But guess what? You’re not the only one who has killed.

” He reached beneath me and wrapped his long fingers around my cock.

“I’ve stabbed someone to death too, because I was bored and needed a fucking thrill.

You’re not the only psychopath, Doctor. Not the only man here with desires that would make a priest call for a fucking exorcism.

So be good, shut that mouth, and fucking take it. ”

His next thrust sent the desk gliding across the floor as he stroked my dick, whispering degrading filth in my ear.

Words like, “That’s it, Doctor. Feel me. Feel my big cock tearing you apart. Such a filthy, pathetic old man you are.”

And I came.

A wave of pleasure tore through me like a riptide.

Carter kept up his frantic assault as he slammed into me again and again, milking every last drop of cum from my balls.

He choked on a groan and went still, cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside me.

I wanted to kill him. But more than that, I wanted him to keep going. To wreck me so completely I’d forget who I was. He’d used me like a hole, and I’d let him. No. I’d fucking loved it.

When he stepped away, his sticky cum trickled out, and I breathed deeply through the burning sting.

I already knew I’d feel him for days.

As I perched my sore ass on the desk, he tucked his cock away and ran a hand through his sweaty hair.

“I’m going to kill you.” I pulled my pants up. “And then I’m going to fuck you.”

A cruel smirk tugged at his lips as he trapped me against the desk. “No, you won’t. Because we both know you enjoyed what happened here. You’ll want a repeat soon. And in the meantime, you’ll let the nurse bounce on your cock, and it’ll be fun, sure. But she’s not the ultimate fantasy.”

He sat down and spread his legs wide, treating my office like his throne.

“You’ll die in here,” I said, still perched on the desk.

Carter was doomed. He’d never leave this place. Never see the outside world again unless I said so.

He studied me, eyes crawling across my face. Then he leaned forward, pointing at my chest. “And you’ll die in there.”

I hated how his words tightened my ribs. Like a heavy ball sat right on top of them.

I pulled down my pants to reveal my soft cock. Carter kept his eyes on my face.

“Can I put it in your mouth?”

I’d never asked for permission before. But I wanted him to want me in his mouth. I needed him to give me my power back.

A smirk flickered across his lips. There, then gone.

He shook his head and looked out the window.

“No.”

“I can make you.” I glanced at the medicine cart.

He scoffed lightly, relaxing back into the chair.

“You won’t.”

He sounded so sure.

I hated him.

After I pulled my pants up, I gathered the stuff from the floor and reached for a pen, making a few notes in his file. “I’m upping your medication.” I signed my name, capped the pen, and tossed it back onto the table. “Let’s see how well you fight next time.”

A muscle ticked in his chiseled jaw, but he stayed silent, watching me with thinned eyes. I hated his silence more than his fight.

Because I wanted him to react. Needed him to make my insides buzz. To come alive. And finally make me feel.