7. Thalia #2
“Shhh,” her masked villain whispers as he strokes her cheek tenderly. “I trust you, my love.”
“This is porn,” I say with enthralled surprise. “He reads fucking word porn! Can he get any hotter?”
I take note of the title—Bloody and Broken: A Horror Romance Novel. I definitely have to finish this one. It seems my doctor’s little kink is much more than just surface level, and it has me frothing at the maw to know just how deep his desire for blood and pain goes.
I keep the book open, but leave it on the page I stopped on rather than the page Reed had saved before turning it face down on the coffee table.
I scatter his journals to add to the scene, making it look like someone ransacked his apartment before the darkness of his bedroom calls to me.
The door is closed, and I don’t hear any signs of life from the other side as I creep towards it.
I’m careful with the knob, turning it slowly as I push the door open.
I hold my breath as my eyes adjust to the darkness, and I see Reed’s slumbering form taking up the center of the bed.
My heart patters faster once his strong features come into view. They’re slack with sleep, his mouth slightly open as he snores lightly. He looks utterly unburdened by the frantic, fast-paced life he lives as an ER surgeon as he’s curled safely in his dream realm.
I squat down beside him, propping my elbows on the edge of the bed as I rest my chin in my hands. “Hi, handsome. Did you miss me?”
He doesn’t stir.
Not a light sleeper. Perfect.
I pull the vial and syringe out of my pocket before filling it with the same dosage the ER nurse used on me. “This is going to hurt me more than it’s going to hurt you. That’s a lie. Hope you aren’t afraid of needles.”
I move the covers down, exposing his rock-hard bicep.
He’s a blank canvas with no tattoos or piercings.
His wide chest has a speckling of dark hair, and he has the build of someone who lifts weights often but doesn’t miss a single meal.
He’s layered with muscle, and there’s a slight, soft pudge around his middle.
He looks good enough to fucking eat.
I’ve always been a sucker for bigger men, and Reed appears to be the type who could lift a woman effortlessly and show her a good time. Everything about him draws me in like a moth to a flame, and I can’t help myself as I trail my fingers over his stubbled jaw.
“I can’t wait to play with you,” I smirk as I raise the needle and angle it to his bicep. I hold my breath as I poke him, and he rouses slightly. I quickly inject the clear liquid, drawing back as he swats a hand and rolls onto his back.
“Aw,” I coo as I toss the needle onto his bedside table and climb onto the bed. “You even put yourself in position. How sweet of you.”
I slide the covers down further, my brow raising as every inch of exposed flesh is bared to me. “No clothes either. It’s like you knew I was coming.”
Am I delusional? Absolutely.
But I’m riding a high only the man beneath me can satisfy. After he left me aching with need in that supply closet, I knew I had to get my fill before our time ended.
Once I fuck him, I’ll be able to clear all notions of this man from my brain and I’ll be back to normal. At least that’s what I keep trying to convince myself will happen.
I slide my knee across his thighs before settling on his lap.
His cock is soft beneath me, but that’s nothing a little action can’t fix as I rock my hips forward and he nestles between my folds.
I place my hands on his wide chest, careful not to press down on him too hard as he begins to pulse beneath me.
His lips part as an involuntary sound escapes him.
It’s deep and guttural in his state, making a shockwave shoot to my clit as heat unfurls in my stomach.
“You feel so good,” I praise in a rasp as velvet steel presses into my pleasure point. He’s fully erect and I can feel the wetness of my core dripping from me as it lubricates us.
His head moves on the pillow as his jaw works. Another groan crests past his lips as one of his hands finds my knee. I stop, holding my breath as his thumb rubs over my fishnets, but he doesn’t open his eyes.
Stay just like that, Dr. Dreamy.
I reach between us, pulling my tights aside as I situate his head at my entrance.
I’m so desperate that I don’t even give myself time to think as I sink fully onto him and stars dance in my vision.
I gasp at the stretch, my mouth falling open as a surprised rush of wind passes my lips.
It’s followed by his cock jumping, the pulse sending him straight into the rough patch deep inside of me.
“Fuck,” I curse low, biting my lip. “I can hardly breathe.”
He’s a big boy, that much is obvious. I didn’t expect the equipment to match the rest of him. It was a pleasant surprise, but now I’m reconsidering this. My thighs are already beginning to shake, and I haven’t even started.
But his reaction is what stops me from climbing off him. His hand squeezes my knee tightly as a low, rough groan escapes him. The little wrinkle between his brow deepens as his mouth mumbles something that’s barely audible. “Thalia…”
I blink down at him, shocked to hear my own name in that rugged purr. I lean down, resting my chin on his chest as I brush his curls away from his face. “I’m going to take care of you, Reed. Don’t worry.”
His eyelids flutter, and there’s a record scratch in the air as his dark eyes shift to me. My heart slams as I go completely still.
“Thalia?” he asks in a slur.
Fuck! Think of something! Anything!
I cup his cheek tenderly, softening my voice. “You’re dreaming, baby.”
It’s a long shot that he’s going to believe me, but our fun hasn’t even started yet. I want to do so much with him, and I can’t have him ruining that.
“I…I am?” He glances around, closing his eyes as if he’s in pain. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
I giggle quietly as I rock forward on him. “Trying to flatter me? You’re already dreaming about me.”
His hand reaches up before he brushes my hair behind my ear. The gesture makes my face fall as he cups my cheek and brushes a thumb under my eye. It’s sickly sweet, and for a moment, I forget that he’s even drugged. “It wouldn’t be the first time…”
I stop breathing as something flutters in my stomach. I swallow, my eyes wide as I stare down at him. “You’ve dreamed of me before?”
His eyes are glassy and disoriented, but I can see the conviction in them. He’s telling the truth. “Wouldn’t you know that?”
Huh?
Oh, he thinks this is a dream.
“Right,” I clear my throat before giving him a secretive smile. “And what do we usually do in these dreams?”
His eyes flutter as he turns his head slightly towards the window across the room. I use my hand to pull his chin back to me, unsure why I don’t want him to look away for a moment.
“This,” he whispers, his hips shifting upward and pulling a gasp from me. “But you’re naked…”
I trail my hand over his chest before nipping at the base of his throat. “I can get naked…”
“Please,” he rasps.
I sit up, my eyes nearly rolling into the back of my skull as I take his full length. I take a moment before untying the back of the corset and letting it pool forward before yanking it over my head and tossing it onto the floor.
Reed looks at me through half-lidded eyes full of heat and yearning as he palms her hips. “You…didn’t have fishnets last time…I like them…”
He’s fading a little, his consciousness slipping in and out only for him to pull himself back through the haze. He’s fighting the drug hard, and that makes me feel some type of way…
I take his hands in mine, sliding them up my body until he cups my breasts. “Touch me.”
He pinches my nipples, eliciting a moan from me as he rolls the hardened buds between his fingertips. Every movement is with the coordination of an expert who knows just how to strum my body. It has me turning into a panting mess as he draws back and rubs over the top of my left thigh.
“I’ve never seen this before,” his fingers dance over the black tattoo of a centipede that curls around my thigh.
Fuck. I didn’t think about that.
I laugh nervously. “You have such an active imagination—”
“It’s adorable. It matches your personality.”
My mouth clamps shut as I’m shell-shocked again. What the fuck has gotten into him? Does this drug make you compliment people too?
His fingers brush over my skin gingerly. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Thalia.”
Something that hasn’t happened to me in years causes my whole body to light up. I can feel the heat spreading down my cheeks and into my chest as I blush. I cover my face with a hand as horror plagues my brain.
I’m blushing.
This asshole made me fucking blush.
He grabs my wrist, moving my hand. “Don’t hide from me.”
My mind is short-circuiting. I feel hot all over my body and my stupid stomach won’t stop fluttering!
I cover his mouth with a hand, frowning. “Stop talking—”
He removes it, giving me a loopy smile. “Is my Mystery Girl shy? Your cheeks are so red.”
I’m burning alive.
“Look at how pretty your blush is,” he comments in awe as his eyes trail down my chest. “Fucking perfect.”