Page 14 of Lonely (Wellard Asylum #4)

A nna sucked me off in the car on the drive to my place.

She was insatiable and found every opportunity to whip out my cock. I was always surprised it got hard so easily. She clicked her fingers, and it jumped to attention.

Drops of rain pummeled the windshield like darts. The wipers worked overtime, swishing back and forth.

Anna moaned as I tangled my fingers in her damp strands.

I twisted tight and inhaled the smell of rain and vanilla. The air was charged with anticipation.

Tonight was the night she finally made true on her promise. I had waited a long time for this.

Her head bobbed eagerly up and down in my hand. She hollowed her cheeks and jacked the shaft. I downshifted as we approached a set of traffic lights. We were almost at my place. Anticipation had me thrumming my thumb on the steering wheel as I glanced in the rearview mirror.

A Honda, filled with young college men, stopped beside us. The music blasting from the open windows vibrated the air, and I looked over to see the young boys hollering and pointing to my car. Anna moaned again, slurping on my cock like it was an ice lolly on a hot summer’s day.

It felt good. Too damn good.

The lights turned green, and I stepped on the gas. Two turns later, we pulled up outside my house.

Before I could tell Anna we’d arrived, she climbed onto my lap and rubbed her pink thong over my engorged cock.

“I love how hard you get for me, Doctor.”

Her panting steamed up the windows while she bit her lip and watched me like I was her favourite meal.

She clearly couldn’t wait to devour me whole, but out here in the open wasn’t the best place.

The nosy neighbor next door, an elderly lady who had recently undergone a hip replacement, was probably peeking through the curtains.

And she would phone Mother if she saw Anna dry-humping me in the car.

I would rather not deal with that witch tonight. I had my hands full with this Jezebel and her insatiable sexual deviances.

She bit my lip and pulled it away from my teeth, then made a sound between a giggle and a moan. “We should role-play.”

“Role-play?” I turned my face away.

The curtain twitched.

“I’m a hooker you picked up on a street corner and you don’t know me.” She pulled down her dress and rubbed her tits in my face, smiling like she was having the most fun of her life.

“You filthy, filthy man. You wanna lick them? Fuck them?”

“That bra looks like it’s two sizes too small,” I said, my voice muffled in her cleavage.

“It’s a half-cup bra, baby. You like?”

She rubbed one of her hard, pebbled nipples over my lips like she expected me to suck it out here in the steamed-up car. I placed my hands on her hips and threw her off, none too gently, before exiting the vehicle.

“Baby,” she called out, but I didn’t stop.

I zipped up my pants and walked up the driveway to my house while muttering obscenities. The porch light came on, and I unlocked the front door.

Anna’s heels splashed in a puddle as she hurried after me, holding her jacket over her head to protect her mussed-up hair.

I glanced behind me as I switched on the hallway light.

Anna slipped inside and threw her jacket on the floor, right there by the console table, and I felt my eye twitch as she swayed her seductive hips into the kitchen.

Bending down, I collected her coat and hung it up like a civilized citizen. Where the fuck had this tornado of a vixen come from? And why the fuck was she here with me when she should’ve been out there with some young athlete?

When I entered the kitchen, she had her head in the fridge. I stopped short, watching her invade my space.

Her long legs stretched on for miles in those red heels. The short skirt she wore rode up high as she jutted her round ass out while rooting through the contents. “Baby, I think we should get drunk.”

She popped her head out and smiled. Her lipstick was smeared. “Get drunk and do naughty things.”

I continued staring, imagining what she looked like when she was scared and begging for her life, when slick blood coated her legs instead of raindrops.

“What do you say, baby? Alcohol and sex?”

“My dick will fall off soon if you don’t calm down,” I said, only half-joking, but her tinkling laughter filled the kitchen.

I couldn’t remember the last time someone had laughed in this room.

My eyes drifted to the table, and I pictured Mother watching us with a disapproving frown, holding her hand out for my belt.

I looked back at Anna’s shapely legs. The defined calf muscles had a slight sheen, as if they were always covered in baby oil. I’d had those legs wrapped around my head multiple times.

She could’ve suffocated me to death with those if she had wanted to, or popped my head like a ripe melon.

Those pale legs were pretty but deadly.

She slammed the fridge shut and walked toward me. I smelled the rainwater on her skin as she held up a bottle of wine. “This is fine stuff. Half-empty, but there’s still some left.”

I stayed rooted to the spot as she opened the bottle and drank straight from it. My fingers twitched as her throat jumped with each swallow. Soon, bruises would mar her porcelain skin.

With a contented sigh, she put the bottle on the counter, then draped her arms around the back of my neck and hooked her leg over my hip. “I like it when you look at me like you do now.”

When I said nothing, she hopped up on the counter, swiped the bottle, and took a swig. Her gaze didn’t waver as I stepped between her legs and slid my hands up her smooth thighs.

Her skirt bunched around her waist as I squeezed her bare ass and dug my fingers into her soft skin.

“Are you mad?” She placed the bottle back down and toyed with my tie. “About your favorite patient?”

Reaching behind her, I collected two wine glasses and proceeded to pour us a glass. Anna sipped hers, pretending she was a refined lady and not a slut.

Meanwhile, I pretended to sip mine while also pretending I cared about anything but seeing my hands coated in her blood.

“I’m not mad,” I said, watching her over the rim of my glass.

I was furious.

She smiled and pulled me closer by my tie. I tipped her glass, encouraging her to drink the last of it, and then I placed our drinks on the counter and grabbed her throat. “You and I are going to have so much fun tonight.”

I hooked a finger in her panties and then pulled them aside. She gasped and spread her legs wider, inviting me to lose myself.

The Devil would’ve loved that.

He would’ve loved to see me lose my soul.

That was why she was here, squirming on my counter like a wanton harlot, wasn’t it? To encourage me to forsake the Lord.

She was doing the Devil’s work.

My fingers twitched on her throat right before I rammed her head into the cupboards behind her. She cried out in shock.

Before she could question what I was doing, I buried my head between her legs and sucked her clit into my mouth. Hard enough to hurt. I anchored her to me with both hands, refusing to let her escape the onslaught.

Panting, she squirmed. “Fuck me with your tongue, baby.”

I teased her entrance the way I knew would make her lose her mind. She could call me an old man, but she had trained me well.

I plunged my tongue inside her tight heat, and she jerked as she held the back of my head while watching me eat her out. Mother would have hated it if she saw us now.

But maybe she would have liked it, too, because of what came after.

“Fuck . . . No one can lick me as good as you, Doctor,” Anna panted, rocking her hips.

A slow grin curled across my face as I looked up at her through fogged-up glasses.

Soon, the drugs in the wine would kick in and Anna would get sleepy. A young, vulnerable woman like her should learn to read her environment.

I never actually drank from my glass. She would have noticed if she’d been more careful.

The last person to drink wine from that bottle was Andersen.

No, Anna thought she could waltz in here and dominate me, just like Mother.

She thought I’d let her hold that power. Perhaps I’d entertained it for a while because it was fun, but then she went and touched Carter.

My Carter.

Sliding my tongue out from inside her, I sank my teeth into her thigh, and she cried out in pain and tried to shove me off.

I bit her again, and a ripple of fear entered her beautiful eyes.

Licking away beads of blood, I straightened up and then brushed her hair back from her brow while humming low in my throat. “Are you ready to play, baby?”

“What are you doing?” she asked, moving my hand away. I grabbed her throat, and she gasped, scared.

“I’m cashing in on your promise.”

“What promise?” Her voice was small.

So, so small.

My dick swelled.

Leaning in close, I whispered against the corner of her mouth. “To hurt you.”

She tried to peel my hand away from her throat, but her movements were growing sluggish, and her eyes struggled to focus.

“I’ve fantasized about this for so long,” I said, licking her lips.

A broken whimper escaped her.

Seconds later, her eyes fluttered shut, and she flopped forward.

Finally. I’d been patient long enough.

I slid an arm beneath her thighs, scooped her up, and then carried her to the couch.

Funny how something so light could cause this much chaos.

I laid her gently on her back. She was out like a light, but her pulse fluttered wildly in her neck.

The rain raged outside, smattering against the windows.

Anna snored softly as I stroked her cheek, marveling over her beauty. I’d never touched anything so fragile before.

Men were big and powerful and stacked with muscles, but Anna was soft and petite.

I traced my thumb over her pouty lips, feeling her breath against my skin. It was hard to reconcile the cunning woman I knew with the one sleeping peacefully in front of me.

Straightening up, I retrieved the tools I’d need from the bedroom and set them on the coffee table. Anna continued snoring, her chin almost touching her chest as I tied her wrists and ankles.