Page 11 of Sour (The Wellard Asylum #10)

“Ihear you had a pretty intense day yesterday, Koven. Care to tell me about it?”

I picked at my nails and refused to answer, merely listening as the clock in Dr. Sable’s office ticked the seconds away. God, I always hated fucking therapy.

“Koven?” Dr. Sable eyed me closely, those deep brown eyes studying me through her thick cat-eye glasses. It was hard to stay focused around her, my attraction only growing each time we spoke. Even if she did piss me off with her endless questions.

“I know you’ve never been a fan of really opening up and talking to me, but I assure you, I only want to help.

” The psychiatrist’s perfect British accent always felt like some kind of bait laid out for me to nibble.

She’d used it to reel me in real close until my emotions just poured from my hooked mouth.

Worked every fucking time too. “Koven?” I rolled my eyes at the way my name sounded falling from her rosy lips.

God, why did hearing her say my name get me every time?

“I’m fine,” I snapped. “Everything was fine. I just felt…sick.” My body curled up into itself as I sat in the uncomfortable chair in her tiny office.

I still remember the first time I stepped into this little room.

How Dr. Sable made me feel safe. How she knew just how to fix everything wrong with me.

Dr. Sable smiled softly and removed her glasses. “I don’t suppose the sudden appearance of your stepbrother, Ziggy Slater, would have anything to do with this sudden illness?” She eyed me closely. “Does it?”

My cheeks burned as she watched my reaction closely. “No,” I grumbled through clenched teeth.

Yes.

Dr. Sable stood up and walked around her desk to the front of it. She placed her hands on either side of her and crossed her legs with a smile. “What did we say about lying?”

My eyes wandered a little before pulling away.

“You’re one to speak.” I stood and walked over to her, gently tapping my finger under her chin.

“After all this time sharing such intimate secrets and dark truths while being alone together.” She gasped faintly as I tilted her chin, my mouth inching closer to hers.

“When were you going to tell me he was coming here? Was it before or after all hell broke loose?” Dr. Sable stared back at me.

“Yeah, fuck lying.” I pulled away and sank back into the chair.

“And fuck my stepbrother,” I mumbled quietly.

Dr. Sable cleared her throat and pushed away from her desk.

She turned around and bent over it to grab something, but I was a bit distracted, eyeing her ass.

“The reason you weren’t informed of Ziggy Slater’s admission”—she turned back around with a thick, open file—“is because I was concerned for you and your mental well being.” Her eyes raised to meet mine.

“I know you two have a long and…interesting history. I wasn’t sure how you’d react. ”

“I told you that was over.”

Dr. Sable shrugged, circling me while she spoke. “Unfortunately, your words don’t change the fact that any of it still happened. And whether you still feel the same way towards him now as you once did, I still have to consider his feelings.”

I scoffed a little too loudly. “His feelings? Who gives a fuck about how Ziggy feels!” I grabbed her hand, stopping her.

“I thought the only feelings you cared about were mine, Eydie?” I pulled her hand closer to my body, listening as her breathing picked up.

“Or was that all just bullshit you spouted to get me to fuck you?”

Eydie bit her lower lip and handed me a piece of paper from the file. “You know I only care for you, my favorite.” I was never a fan of her little pet name for me.

I reluctantly let go of her hand and focused on the paper, skimming the page. I read silently to myself while Eydie continued to speak.

“Ziggy Slater has been deemed extremely violent and hostile. According to the long lists of specialists who interviewed him, he’s predicted to snap at any moment, acting out in the most vicious and brutal ways."

You’re telling me.

I tossed the paper aside. “This is nothing I didn’t already know, Eydie. And I still don’t see how any of this fucking matters. Yeah, Ziggy is unstable. But he’s always been that way.”

Eydie approached me and grabbed my face. “It matters because Ziggy Slater violently killed three people with no remorse. For you.” I had to force myself to focus, so transfixed by her allure.

Wait. Three?

Eydie noticed the confusion on my face. “Oh yes. We all know how he brutally murdered his father, but did you know he also murdered his attorney and the judge overseeing his arraignment?” I stared up at her in horror.

“Oh. Did you not know that?” My head shook ever so lightly.

“Well, now you do. But the most interesting part of all of that isn’t the violence or gruesome murders.

No. It’s the fact that Ziggy Slater, your stepbrother, did all of this to get to you. ”

“I didn’t ask for it, Eydie,” I whispered as she leaned forward, her mouth nearly touching mine.

Eydie’s hands slipped under my shirt. I gasped, enjoying her gentle touch.

“I know you didn’t,” she whispered into my mouth.

“But he’s here now. And I can’t bear the thought of him trying to reclaim you.

Not after I’ve worked so fucking hard to get you all to myself.

You’re my favorite, you know.” Eydie extended her tongue and licked my face.

I nearly wept at her touch, aching to let her claim me again.

Eydie’s fingers slithered down my chest, reaching beneath my pants.

My breathing nearly hitched as she began to feel me, pressing her soft fingertips gently into my pussy, all while she breathed against my ear.

“I’m the one healing you, Koven. He broke you, and that’s all he’ll ever do.

Break you.” She moaned faintly as I arched farther into her warm touch.

“Let me heal you, Koven. Let me fix you.”

I cleared my throat, trying to form a sentence as Eydie continued to touch me, kissing my neck. “I told you before,” I breathed. She bit my neck and I cried out faintly. “I-I don’t want Ziggy.”

Eydie scoffed and instantly released me from her spell, peeling her fingers from my pussy.

I whimpered as she walked away and returned to her seat at her desk.

I sat there, my cheeks flustered and my body aching from her touch as she sulked in her chair.

“Eydie,” I groaned. “You have to believe me.” She eyed me and raised her fingers to her mouth, licking my wetness from them.

Fuck, it was hot. “Eydie,” I moaned. “Please. What do I need to do to prove it to you?” I watched her suck her fingers clean, the sexual tease making me burn.

I stood and walked around, plopping myself onto her desk. “Don’t make me beg.”

Eydie wheeled her chair closer, her eyes fixated on me while her arms wrapped around my body.

“It seems, despite your changed heart, Ziggy Slater is still very much infatuated with you, Koven. So much so that he did whatever was necessary to ensure his admission to Wellard Asylum.” Her body rose as her face hovered adjacent to mine.

“And by the sound of how things went yesterday, it seems he is very much here for you. Nothing has changed for him. So how am I supposed to believe it’s changed for you? ”

A mix of emotions began to flood me. I had left Ziggy in my past. My feelings for him died with my old self, but Eydie was right. Somehow, deep within my rotten core, he was still dwelling there. Still stuck and holding onto what once was. It made me sick.

I gripped Eydie’s face close and kissed her roughly, the two of us losing ourselves in such a forbidden moment.

Her hand returned to my body, pulling me closer as we moved together, the tension only growing between us.

“Eydie,” I moaned against her breath. Her eyes flicked to me.

“Everything has changed for me. It was you who helped me realize that. Ziggy Slater can die for all I fucking care. I want nothing to do with him. I just want you.” I moved her hand beneath my pants, leading her to touch me again.

Her eyes sparkled as she obeyed me and began to touch me the way she knew I liked.

I rocked my pelvis towards her touch, us moving in unison as she fingered me.

Our kisses melted into one another and I completely lost myself as she pleased me.

My pussy consumed her touch, gripping her fingers as she slid inside me.

“Fuck,” I cried out softly. Eydie kissed me harder, fucking me faster on her desk.

I was so pent up and frustrated, having seen Ziggy and being locked away in here.

The only release I’d gotten had been the secret hookups between me and Eydie during our scheduled therapy.

And I needed this more than ever before.

I needed to feel alive and prove to myself that I could be pleased without him.

“Oh fuck,” I cried out as my walls began to constrict around her.

Eydie only moved faster, milking my orgasm until I couldn’t fight it any longer.

I moaned loudly, coming hard into her grasp.

She didn’t let up. Instead, Eydie kept fingering me until I ached from coming so long.

My throat burned from how loud I had been, and I struggled to breathe.

“Eydie,” I whimpered as I grabbed her wrist. “Fuck.”

Eydie slowly moved her fingers from my body. I whimpered in her absence, still trying to control my breathing. “Pity.” She sucked her fingers dry and smiled. “I was just starting to really work myself up.” I bit my lip and shook my head.

Eydie stepped closer and tucked my hair behind my ear. “What are we going to do about Ziggy?” she asked.

I kissed her hand gently and said. “Do whatever the fuck you need to keep him the hell away from me. But don’t underestimate him, Eydie.

No one knows Ziggy like I do, and what I know is that once he has his mind set on something, there’s nothing that can stop him.

So, just fucking keep him away from me until I can finish what I started. ”

Eydie leaned close and kissed me again. “What if some things can’t be stopped?

Then what?” I stared into her hazel eyes, watching as something clicked behind them.

“Oh, wait. Instead of trying to stop the impossible, why not just change the game?” Her head tilted with a smile.

“You know Ziggy better than anyone else, you said so yourself. And all he wants is you, right?” I nodded.

“So, let him think he’s got you. Let him think he’s winning this game, when really you’re the one in charge. Only then can we get you out of here.”

Eydie pulled her hand away and returned to her desk.

I sat there, pondering Eydie’s words. “You mean…use him?” She returned her glasses to her face and smirked as the door to her office suddenly shot open.

“Oh, right on time!”

BJ walked in with an annoyed look on his face.

I rolled my eyes at seeing him, immediately turned off.

“Please take Ms. Carter to her next session.” BJ grabbed my arm as I tried to break free from his grasp.

“Don’t fight it,” she snapped. I knew, despite her professional tone, that was a heartfelt warning.

I stopped and looked back at Eydie. “Electroshock therapy is good for you, Koven. It will help zap all those depressive thoughts away.”

Easy for you to say. You just have to sit there and listen to patients yap. At least I get to fuck you.

BJ yanked me from Eydie’s office as she returned to her work, pretending I was just another patient.

“This way.” BJ shoved me forward. I tried to fight him the whole way to the electroshock therapy room, but it was pointless.

BJ gave no fucks and seemed extra pissy today.

“What’s wrong with you?” I snapped. He didn’t respond.

“Oh, is BJ feeling shy? Come on. Use that mouth of yours, big boy.” His face hardened. “What? Cat got your tongue?”

Despite my teasing, BJ remained silent and roughly shoved me into the small room.

The waiting doctor and nurses wasted no time forcing me into the medieval-looking chair as they roughly strapped me down and secured my body with thick leather straps.

I could hear the buzzing of the machine as it slowly powered up behind me. I always hated this room.

BJ crossed his arms and grinned as the nurses pulled my hair back and applied a cold gel to my temples. Another walked over with a syringe, but BJ stopped them. “No need to put her to sleep today. Dr. Sable wants her wide awake for her session.” I glared at him, knowing damn well he was lying.

BJ only grinned. “Oh. Make sure you crank it up more than usual today, Slick.” He looked past me to the doctor in charge. “This one’s been feeling extra blue.”

You fucking little prick.

The nurses exchanged worrisome looks and prepared the pads as the sound of the dial clicked higher than usual.

I struggled and tried to fight the restraints, but it was pointless.

“This isn’t right, BJ,” I groaned as they forced my mouth open and placed the bite block between my teeth.

I tried to shout, but only muffled noises escaped past my lips.

“No,” BJ hissed. “It’s exactly how it should be.”

“Ready?” Slick called out. BJ nodded as the rest of the staff backed away.

BJ remained still, watching me closely. “Ready.”

The electrical surge shot through my body like a bolt of lightning.

The pain and burn of the shock made every bit of my nerves and muscles tighten and constrict.

I bit down hard on the bite block as loud cries of agony filled my mouth and I arched into the agonizing pain.

The surge suddenly ended, and I felt as if I would pass out from the pain.

BJ’s faint chuckle caught my attention, and I watched him take a seat as if my torture was pure entertainment to him.

This wasn’t my usual therapy session. This was my punishment. My consequence for what Ziggy did to him.

“Again. And feel free to crank the voltage higher each time. The little witch here has been so down, she could use all the help she can get.”

I couldn’t prepare myself for the next surge fast enough, screaming against the bite block as my body arched high and tightened. I wanted it to end, all of it! But no matter how much I screamed or fought, BJ just kept watching.

And watching. And watching. And watching.