Her Wicked Plan

17. Leo

I debated calling Myles to talk me out of my nerves for today”s session, but then I remembered what he would say. His saying this isn’t a bad idea between Veronica and me wouldn’t help.

Sure, I held my composure mostly when interacting with her between sessions because the moments we were together were brief, and we were not alone. I need to have that same mentality during our sessions. It’s that fucking easy.

I want to talk with her about a lot. Eliza, for starters. Why does she suddenly want to be friendly with her?

I also want to bring up what I read the other day; that Veronica might have killed other men and gotten away with it doesn’t sit right with me. I’d also like to discuss the letter she is writing to her sister.

See, there is plenty for us to discuss. The only thing I need to handle is diverting her back to the conversation at hand if she gets off-topic with a flirty or sexual remark. I can do this.

A light tap sounds from the doorway. Lifting my eyes from the notes and questions I was jotting down, I find Veronica standing just before the door. She remains still on the other side of the frame, almost as if awaiting permission to enter.

My eyes rake down her body without me realizing it. She is in a tight white shirt, her arms folded over her breasts, and her usual gray sweats.

“Come in,” I tell her. Her arms drop to her side when she walks forward, and my eyes drop to her chest. I can see her hardened fucking nipples through the thin material.

Dammit. Get it together, Leo.

Before she can notice my staring, I return my focus to the paper pad. I write something down that doesn’t even make sense. Random letters flow from the pen not writing an actual word.

I need to look busy. Veronica lets out an exasperated breath of air when she plops down into her seat. The sound causes me to look up at her finally.

“Everything all right?”

“No.” She shakes her head. Her fingers come up to play with her bottom lip. Pinching it between the tips of her fingers, her brows furrow in confusion. “I had a dream about my sister last night.”

“Oh.” That was the last thing I was expecting to hear from her. Before I ask the next question, I turn on the recorder. “What happened in this dream?”

“I was reliving all of it again. How I killed her boyfriend and when she came out of the house.” Her eyes still haven’t met mine. She keeps staring at the edge of my oak desk while she recalls the dream.

“It’s normal for people to have recurring dreams about certain events in their life,” I attempt to reassure her, but she only shakes her head.

“This is the first time I’ve had a dream like this.” Finally, her eyes leave the focus they held on my desk to look at me.

“Maybe writing the letter to your sister brought some feelings to the surface. You could be experiencing guilt about what you did.”

She shakes her head again. “I don’t feel guilt about killing him, Leo. But this dream... I woke up very early this morning and couldn’t stop thinking about it. Do you think talking about it will help it leave my mind?”

“It might.” I lean forward, my elbows resting on the top of my desk. “Tell me about it. You can go into detail or keep it brief—whatever you are comfortable with.”

Her eyes soften. It is an expression I’ve never seen from her before, and it doesn’t last long before the hard exterior pops back up like a shield. That split second was enough for me to realize there could be a chance to help her improve.

“Everything was the same. I followed him home, the conversation we had, me slitting his throat and then my sister coming out.” She shifts awkwardly in the chair. “After Stephanie was done yelling at me, she didn’t reach for her phone to call the cops. Instead, she reached for the knife in my hand.”

Veronica goes silent for a moment. Therefore, I take the opportunity to ask, “Did she use the knife on you?”

“No. She ripped it out of my hand and started sobbing and yelling again. ‘I can’t live without him!’ is what she screamed at me before grazing the knife along her neck. There was so much blood, and I remember feeling panicked. Her dying wasn’t part of the plan.”

“How did her dying make you feel?”

“Afraid? I hated it,” she admits in a hushed tone. “This whole time, I was protecting her, and in the end, she ended up dead. But then...” She pauses for another moment before continuing. “It was quiet. Eerily so. That night, crickets were chirping annoyingly loudly in the bushes, but in my dream, they never existed. There was no noise or a breeze, and I didn’t understand it. Then it hit me—it wasn’t real. That I was dreaming.”

“Interesting.” I remove my elbows from the desk to write that piece of information down. “Not everyone can tell when they are dreaming. It’s intriguing when a person can differentiate the real world from a dream.”

“Great. Add it to my list of issues, and we can discuss it again,” she states blandly. “Back to my dream… or nightmare. I’m not sure what to call it. When I realized I was dreaming, I shut my eyes tight and told myself to wake up. I chanted it multiple times, but when I opened my eyes, I saw I was still standing in front of his house. Only he was lying on the ground by himself. My sister was nowhere in sight.” Her eyes shut, reliving the dream in her head.

“I felt a light tap on my shoulder, and I felt utter fear. I’ve felt nothing like that before. Not that intensely. Slowly, I turned around to find my sister standing there. Blood was dripping down her neck from where she had cut herself, the knife still in her hand. She didn’t speak. She didn’t say a single word as she lifted the knife and drove it into my chest.”

I stare at her, enthralled with the vivid details of her dream. “Then what happened?”

“I woke up.” Her hand meets her chest, where I’m assuming her sister stabbed her.

“If it isn’t guilt, it could be the letter.” Veronica’s eyes dart to mine. She doesn’t even have to say it. “You haven’t started it yet.”

She groans, slumping back into her chair. “I don’t even know where to begin!”

“Maybe the going back and forth on what to say is getting to your head. Why don’t you try sitting down and begin writing without thinking? Sometimes, when you think too hard about something, it’s more difficult to get it done.”

“I guess.”

“Remember, Veronica, no one will read this letter unless you decide to send it to her.”

“I know,” she says dismissively. “Can we move on? Talk about something else?”

“Sure.” I nod in agreement. “We can talk about Eliza.”

“Ugh. Can we not? I’m already eating lunch with her today.”

“Why’s that?” I’m not backing down because if I do, then the only other topic is about her past and whether she had murdered anyone else. That I know she won’t want to talk about. “And don’t lie about your motives.”

She eyes me up and down, head tilting to the side. “Fine. Call me fascinated with her background. I mean, she had voices in her head telling her to kill someone! Of course, I have questions.”

“Does she know this?”

“Yes. I made my interest known.”

“Good. Maybe this can be the start of a friendship.” It’s a hint of a suggestion since Veronica will most likely get bored with the poor girl.

“Mmm, probably not.” She sits up straight in her chair. “Next.”

Shit.“If we don’t talk about Eliza, we can discuss something I read the other day.”

“No offense, Leo, but I don’t care to hear about the book you are reading.”

“Good thing it wasn’t a book,” I state dryly. “It was a news article. About you.”

That catches her attention.

“It was about your past. School years and how you were kicked out of the private school your parents sent you and your sister to.”

“That’s public knowledge.” She eyes me curiously. “Everyone knows that.”

“Right.” I nod, tapping the tip of my pen against the paper. “What everyone doesn’t seem to know is how some men were killed. What happened with them, and why you were the last person they were seen with.”

Her jaw tightens, eyes moving from mine to the device recording our conversation.

“Strange coincidence.” Her shoulders shrug, arms crossing over her chest again. It’s a defense mechanism. She’s closing off on this conversation, hoping that if she continues to give me short answers, I will dismiss the discussion and move on.

“There are rumors that your parents paid off the other families to keep it a secret that you were the killer.” She wants me to back down, but it’s not happening.

What if I could get her to confess to these past crimes? If I did, then what? I could tell Dr. Bennett about it, but would he tell someone else? Would Veronica have to go back on trial for the actions she might have committed?

So many fucking questions I’m not sure if I want the answer to. Veronica could handle herself in prison if it came to that. I don’t doubt she would be feared there as much as she is here, but I’m not sure I’d want to see her in that atmosphere.

“Rumors aren’t always to be trusted.” The tone of her voice holds some of that defensiveness that’s showing with her body language. She is attempting to hide it, which makes me believe she had something to do with those murders.

“Rumors about you killing those men or your parents paying off the families?”

“Both.” Her eyes are heavy on mine, waiting for my next question.

Veronica might have written a script in her head to deal with these situations. In case someone approaches her on the street, maybe someone from school, and asks her about what she did or didn’t do. Her parents must have drilled some response in her brain.

“You never told me you came from a wealthy family.” I slip backward into my chair, not wanting to take notes. Whatever she says will pick up on the recorder, and I can take notes later.

“Because it wasn’t a big deal.” As I relax in my chair, Veronica is almost on the edge of her seat. “Do you come from a wealthy family, Leo? I mean, you went to school and became a doctor.”

“I paid my way through college.” It’s not the answer she wanted, but it’s the truth.

I always told them no, no matter how often my parents offered to pay for my education. We weren’t struggling, but we also weren’t swimming in money.

What my parents made went to bills, putting food on the table, and ensuring my sister and I had decent clothes every year. There was no way I was taking a penny from them. They already did so much for me.

She sits there and watches me for a moment. “How did you earn that much money to make it through college?”

With how she approaches the question, I can sense some true curiosity in her tone. “I had multiple jobs. Some semesters, I took morning classes, worked right after those at one job, and once that job finished, I went to another.”

“When did you have time for homework?”

“After my second job. I stayed up late to study and get all my work done. Once my clinicals came into play, keeping a job on the side was harder, but I managed.” College was the hardest and most exhausting time of my life. Looking back, though, I wouldn’t change a thing because of where I am today. I’m doing what I love and getting a hefty paycheck for it.

“That sounds awful.” Her lip curls in disgust. “When did you have any free time?”

“The weekends mostly,” I respond. “If I didn’t have a shift and my classwork was all caught up, my buddy and I would go out for the night. Let off some steam.”

Veronica’s lip twitches into a ghost of a smile. “You mean you went out, got drunk, and had sex with a random girl?” Her hand flies to her mouth as a gasp passes her lips. “Dr. Madden! How promiscuous of you.”

A breathy laugh escapes me. “That’s pretty much why most people even go to college.”

“What I would give to have experienced that firsthand.” Her head tips back in a groan but then snaps back to look at me. “What type of girls did you go for when you were out getting drunk?”

I overshared. Bringing up my past was a huge mistake. “That seems irrelevant.”

“Does it?” She smirks, getting up from her chair and wandering around the desk. At first, I think she will sit on it, the same way she did the other day, but she walks to the window. “We were just talking about you getting laid.”

“And now we are done talking about it.” Her eyes furrow in confusion, making me stand up to look out the window.

It’s another cloudy day. The view of the lake seems eerie, with the fog hovering over the water.

A few raindrops have hit the windowpane, and the leaves on the trees are moving wildly due to the incoming wind. It’s going to storm, which is my favorite type of weather. There is something about thunderstorms that are calming.

As I stare at the landscape out the window, I find nothing too appealing. At least I don’t see what Veronica is paying full attention to. With her eyes trained on the landscape below, I take this time to gaze at her.

Her lips separate as she breathes lightly. Her brown eyes relax as she continues to watch whatever she sees outside. The slope of her nose is the perfect little swoop.

How have I not noticed before? The freckles that line her nose and cheek appear more prominent even though she hasn’t been in the sun.

Not that there is any sun to grace us with its presence. I’ve also never noticed how full her lashes are until this moment. All the past times I have looked at her, I wasn’t truly looking at her. I haven’t appreciated just how stunning she is.

“If you were out at a bar and saw me, would you approach me?” My eyes move from her curls to her profile again. “Would you have taken me home for the night?”

Her deep brown eyes pull away from the lake to gaze at me. This is not a good position to be in. Veronica asking me this question, and with the way she is staring up at me. It’s making me have thoughts that I shouldn’t be having.

If I were at a bar and she wasn’t locked up in this place, and if she had led a normal life, then yes. I would take her home with me, which is the problem here, that I’m attracted to my patient not only physically but sexually.

“Be honest with me, Leo.” She lightly begs. “Play along.”

My eyes dance between hers before dropping to her plump lips. Licking my own, “Yes.”

I focus on her mouth for a moment longer before they are darting to her hands, trailing along the buttons of my dress shirt. “Kiss me.”

My eyes move quickly. Veronica stares at the buttons and then blinks up at me. A flash of innocence embedded in her eyes is something I never thought I’d see from her.

My body heats at the sight in front of me. Those dirty thoughts of her staring up at me like this while on her knees flood my mind.

“Veronica...” My voice remains low, just above a whisper.

“Just one kiss.” She begs while her fingers curl around my shirt. “Ever since you kissed me the last time, I haven’t stopped thinking about it. It replays in my mind every night.” She tugs on my shirt, pulling me into her. “And when it does, my hands find their way between my legs… ”

“Fuck”s sake,” I mutter under my breath.

“Claim me, Leo.” Another plea passes her lips as her grasp brings my mouth closer to hers. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise. I want to be your little secret.”

No more words were spoken between us. The only noise that fills the office is my heavy breathing. Veronica’s remains steady until I finally lower my lips to hers, pressing down hard. Full of heat and hunger, I kiss her like my life depends on it.

Our mouths move fluently together as if we were speaking a language only the two of us know how to speak. Realizing my arms have been down my by side this whole time, they find a home on her waist. My fingers roughly dig into her sides.

A groan curls up my throat, spilling into her mouth. With the sound that erupted from me, Veronica divides her lips, and I take the opportunity to slide my tongue against hers.

Our lips meeting was one thing, but once our tongues met, a spark ignited between us. An electric current so powerful it messes with my head. Even with my eyes closed, I can sense the room spinning, making me hold on to Veronica tighter.

Needing to steady us, I allow my hands to slide over her ass and to the back of her thighs. Lifting her, I walk us to my desk, where I set her down and yank her towards me. I’m fucking hard as a rock because of her, and I press into her, letting her know what she is doing to me.

Her mouth moves quickly before I detach from her, earning a light whimper as I pepper kisses down her jaw and to her neck. Sucking gently on the skin, careful not to leave any marks.

“I wish I could claim you in the way I really want to.” Her head tilts to the side, giving me more access. “I want to leave marks all over this perfect body of yours.”

A gasp escapes her, making me peel my lips away from her neck. I release my hold on her hip and raise it to her throat. I watch her facial expression for any inkling that it’s too much.

My fingers wrap around her perfect skin, pushing the tips harshly into her neck. Those beautiful doe eyes roll into the back of her head.

She likes this.

Good.

Without warning, I shove her backward until she slams against the top of my desk. Veronica’s eyes snap open to find mine immediately. “Leave your mark on me, Leo, please.” She begs hoarsely because of the pressure I’m applying to her throat. “It can be in a place no one can see but me.” She licks her swollen lips. “I want to be reminded that I’m yours.”

“Listen to yourself.” I laugh darkly, bringing my face down to hers. “Begging like a fucking whore. Wanting to be owned like a piece of property.”

“Oh, my God...” Her eyes roll back again at my filthy words.

“You and I both know you don’t believe in God, Vee.” That earns me an even louder moan. I remove my hand, trailing it down her clothed body.

Why is she still wearing these?

My hands find the hem of her shirt, and I move it up her body, stopping right below her breasts. Lowering my head, I press my lips softly against her smooth stomach.

I kiss every inch of visible skin, focusing on how undone she is becoming. Her back arches off the surface as I wander lower, sucking on the skin of her hip. With a free hand, I push on her stomach, forcing her back down.

I continue to suck on her skin until I’m satisfied it will leave a mark, and when I pull back, I see it form. I watch it grow darker on her body, turning me feral. “Bet you’re dripping right now, Vee.”

“Yes.” She nods desperately, lips parting as she tries to catch her breath.

I curl my fingers around the band of her sweats, only to snap them against her body.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” I praise her, kissing the material around her waist. “I can’t wait to fucking taste you.”

I repeat the motion of my fingers underneath the fabric before finally pulling them down her legs. She watches me intently as the soft material at her ankles.

Taking one leg out, my eyes drift until they settle between her legs. A wet spot is prominent against the white cotton fabric.

“Wet for me already.” I kiss her ankle. “What a needy girl you are.”

“Leo, please.” The sound of her begging is music to my ears.

“Please, what?” I move up her leg. “What do you need? Hmm?”

“Your mouth.” She whines.

“And what should I do with my mouth?” I continue to tease her as I tediously make my way up her legs, stopping right in front of that wet spot. Hovering my mouth over it, I blow cool air against her. “Do you want my mouth here?”

Veronica pops onto her elbows, her eyes crazed and heated to the extent that her stare could melt ice. Her head nods frantically in response.

“You’re going to have to be a bit more clear,” I state and press a kiss to her aching clit. “Use those words, Vee.”

“Leo!” The slight touch makes her hand fly out and grip my hair to pull me closer, but I’m faster.

Bringing my hand up, I wrap my fingers around her tiny wrist and pin it to the desk before she can even dig her hand into my hair. Standing straight, I lean over her, and my other hand grips her face. Those pretty lips puff out as my fingertips stab into her cheeks.

“You think you can just take what you want? Without asking for permission?” I say through gritted teeth. Her head jerks backwards from me shoving it down. “That’s not what good girls do, little angel. Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?”

She nods her head in my hand. “Yes, sir.”

I lower myself even more, the tips of our noses touching. “Then fucking ask for what you want.”

She swallows hard, eyes darting between mine before she admits defeat. “Please, Leo. I want your mouth on me.”

“That’s more like it.” I release her face. Veronica’s elbows give out, and she falls onto her back. “It wasn’t that hard, now was it?”

A beautiful, panting mess is sprawled out on the desk before me. Appearing like a feast laid out for a king and I will enjoy my meal. I won’t stop until I’m satisfied.

Resuming what I was about to do but not wasting any time, I clutch her underwear between my fingers and rip it right down the middle.

A gasp falls from Veronica, which makes me laugh silently. With easy removal, I ball up the small fabric and keep it in my hand.

Immediately, my eyes fall to the perfection between her legs. I’ve been with many girls, but none have reacted to me like this. It’s a mesmerizing sight, and I never want to look away.

Knowing I made her this way without doing much turns me on even more than I already was.

When I decide I can’t take it anymore, I bend over and glide my tongue from her entrance up to her clit. Her taste has my eyes rolling into the back of my head. She is the best thing I have ever eaten in my life.

Sweet.

My new favorite dessert.

I attach my lips around her sensitive clit, and I can’t help the moan that comes from me. It vibrates against her, and she moans a little too loud for my liking. Detaching myself, she whimpers at the loss of contact.

“That won’t do.” I shake my head. “We will have to keep you quiet.” Her body is shaking with anticipation, and her legs tremble at the thought of what will happen. Feeling her underwear in my hands, I smirk. “Open wide, little angel.”

Her eyes round with shock as I hold up the fabric in my hand, and she opens her mouth willingly. I’m not gentle when I push the material in, and as soon as it’s in there and not going anywhere, I drop back down and return to my feast.

The gag works; her moans and cries are soft while I suck eagerly on her clit. She’s growing wetter by the second, and I’m not letting any of that go to waste. I lower my mouth, piercing my tongue inside of her to gather up her arousal.

If this were the only thing I could eat for the rest of my life, I’d be fine with it. If I was on death row and they asked me what I would want as my last meal, I would tell them this.

Veronica Rollins, lying in front of me with her legs spread wide open.

I’d die a happy fucking man.

It’s almost becoming too much for her.

All the teasing is making her more sensitive than she ever thought possible. When I bite her clit, she attempts to pull away with a muffled shriek, but my hands find her waist, making sure she can’t go anywhere.

I continue licking and sucking on her, driving her mad, and when her hands find their way into my hair, I don’t even mind.

She’s chosen to listen, so it’s only fair that I give her what she asked for. Needing a free hand to help push her over the edge she is so close to, I lie my arm flat against her stomach to hold her into place while I insert two fingers inside of her.

Her legs close as a reflex of the pleasure, thighs squeezing my head.I’m finding it hard to breathe, but I couldn’t give a fuck. I pick up the pace, thrusting my fingers in and out of here. I hit the spot she can never reach herself repeatedly.

So fucking close.

I lift my eyes, hoping to see her face, wanting to watch how beautiful she looks when she comes, but her head is tilted back, unable to handle what is being given to her.

When her legs loosen, I catch my breath and stand up, my fingers still fucking her ruthlessly, and as much I want to continue to taste her, I need to watch her lose control.

It’s almost as if she can sense me staring because those eyes that were rolling are now focusing on mine.

Her mouth forms an O from her incoming orgasm. Normally, a woman would shut her eyes, but not my little angel. She holds eye contact like her life depends on it.

A couple more thrusts will send her over the edge, and I don’t know who is more excited for her release. Me or her?

One.Two.

Knock Knock.

The sound of someone outside my office doors makes my movements come to a halt. Veronica’s body slumps on the desk, her pussy pulsating around my fingers, looking for something to help her come, but I’m frozen.

Her eyes eventually find mine, and I press a finger to my lips, telling her to be quiet. If I don’t respond, maybe whoever is at the door will disappear. Not with my luck. More knocking sounds, making me remove my fingers from her.

“Dr. Madden? Are you in there?” Dr. Bennett”s voice sounds from the other side of the thick wood.

“Shit.” I curse. “Just a minute!”

As fast as I can, I shove Veronica’s leg through the other hole of her sweats and yank her up by her wrists.

Tears fall from her eyes, and I wipe them away with my thumbs, fixing her hair to the best of my ability. Plucking the underwear from her mouth, I open the top drawer and toss them inside.

“Go sit down,” I demand.

She nods and goes straight for the chair, sitting as she was told.

There’s no way I can answer the door, not with the bulge in my pants. I take a seat in my chair, bringing my fingers up to my mouth to clean off her arousal. Veronica lightly whimpers at the sight.

“Come in!” I announce as I pick up the pencil, pretending to write notes.

Dr. Bennett opens the door and peeks his head in. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t realize you were in the middle of a session.”

“That’s okay.” Calm your breathing. “We were just in the middle of a possible breakthrough. That’s why I didn’t tell you to come in sooner.”

“It’s quite all right!” He enters the room, coming closer to the desk. He stops next to Veronica and looks down at her. “Ms. Rollins, how are you doing today?”

Her wet eyes stare at me for a moment before acknowledging Henry. To anyone else, it looks like she has been crying; thankfully, that’s how she plays it off.

“I’m doing okay.” She sniffs, and her fingers come up to wipe away another tear. “I was feeling really... stuffed up. You know how you said people can bottle up their emotions?” He nods in response. “I think that was what happened to me. I was feeling stressed and overwhelmed, but Dr. Madden here,” Her eyes find mine once again, “really helped relieve some of that tension today.”

“Well, I am glad to hear that,” Henry says, nodding his approval. “You said you were almost on your way to a breakthrough? I can come back later.”

Before I can speak up, Veronica beats me to it. “No, it’s okay. Dr. Madden was telling me our time was about up. I’ll leave a little early to let the two of you speak.” Her head tilts to the side, flirtation flashing behind her eyes. “Is that okay, sir?”

I clear my throat. “Yes, Veronica, that’s fine. We can finish up on Tuesday.”

Her finger taps against the arm of the chair before she stands. “Tuesday seems far away.” She spins her body towards Dr. Bennett. “Do you think I would benefit from more than two sessions a week? There is just so much time between each one that I don’t want to make progress only to let that progress slip away.”

“I think that sounds like a great idea, but ultimately it’s up to Dr. Madden.” His eyes leave hers to move to mine.

This isn’t good. “I’ll uh... I’ll work on a new schedule.”

A wicked grin forms on her face. “Great! I’ll get going now.”

“I’ll walk you to the door at the end of the wing,” I offer, even though we established I’d let her come and go alone. Gaining trust and whatnot. Pushing the chair behind me, I stand and swipe the recorder off the desk without Henry noticing. “Excuse me for just a moment, Dr. Bennett.”

“Of course!” He says as I lead Veronica and me down the hall, not speaking to one another until Dr. Bennett is out of earshot.

“What the hell was that?” I question in a hushed voice.

“What?” She shrugs. “I think I could benefit from more than two sessions with you.”

“Veronica.”

“What, no nickname now?” she asks sweetly, then looks down at the recorder in my hands. “Was that thing on the whole time?”

“Yes, it was.” I tuck it into my pocket and out of her view, the realization of the situation becomes clear in my head. “Look, what just happened can’t happen again. Do you understand me?”

Her focus remains on the object in my pocket. I grit my teeth together at the lack of response. Gripping her face in my hand, I glance down the hall to ensure no one is around.

“I asked if you understood.”

“Sure, whatever.” It”s a blatant lie, one she doesn’t hide. “Can I have the recorder? I mean, you left me all hot and bothered. I want to make myself come and believe this recorder”—her finger taps at my pocket—“would be the magic key.”

“I’m not giving you the recorder, Veronica.” I release her face with a gentle push. “Find another way to make yourself come.”

When I open the door to the empty hallway, she doesn’t hesitate to walk out. She turns around to make another smart remark, but I don’t let her. The door slams in her face, and I head back to my office.