Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Fuck, stop it, Mr. Cor—Jack,” she whispers. “Enough.”
She swallows, panting as she takes another half step away from me, and her hand comes up to push her fingers through her long dark hair.
“Aria—”
“The cops are looking for you,” she snaps, her mouth tight and her eyes burning hotly into mine. “Did you know that?”
My jaw clenches, and I frown as I glance at the cuffs on my wrist. “I could have guessed.”
She purses her lips. “Who are you.”
“Aria, listen—”
“No,” she snaps. “You listen, and you tell me who you are. Bullet wounds? The knife cuts?” she frowns deeply. “That car you got here in was stolen, by the fucking way,” she snaps.
“Not by me.”
She looks away, scowling.
“The wounds are self-inflicted.”
She turns back to me, her brow furrowed in anger.
“That’s not funny.”
“I’m in a real dark place, doc.”
“Okay,” she growls. “First of all, that’s nothing to joke about—”
“Noted.”
Her lips thin.
“And two, those are not self-inflicted.”
I shrug. “Says you.”
“Yes, says me, the trauma surgeon. The person in the room who is literally a doctor. Don’t think you’re the first guy to get here after a gunfight, Jack. I’m not a fucking idiot.”
I suck my teeth, my eyes burning into hers.
“You sure that’s the car you found me in? This stolen one you were talking about?”
She rolls her eyes. “Yes, I am. It’s what the report says.”
“Reports can be changed.”
My hand reaches out for her and grips her skirt. I tug her close to me, and she falls into me, gasping quietly. I growl, our eyes burning into each other’s, and without wasting another second, I lean forward, ignoring the roar of pain as I kiss her again. My hand slips under her skirt again, and she moans when my fingers drag over her lace-covered pussy.
For all her “we can’t do this” shit, she’s still dripping wet for me.
I groan, and my fingers start to rub her messy little cunt through her panties. She clings to me, her fingers tight on my forearm as she gasps into my lips. My thick fingers rub back and forth, squishing her slick panties over her hard-little clit as she whimpers eagerly. The beast in me roars for more, and without another hesitation, I tug her little panties to the side, and my fingers slide right over her bare lips.
Aria moans, kissing me deeper as I roll my finger over her clit. I push a thick finger down between her silky lips, feeling her honey dripping down the digit as I ease it against her opening. It slips inside, and she moans into my mouth as her silken, heavenly heat envelopes my finger.
I curl it deep inside, stroking her spot as my thumb rolls her clit, and my mouth claims hers as she turns to putty in my hands. Her hips rock against me shamelessly, the eagerness in her panted whimpers driving me on and making my cock rock fucking hard.
And then suddenly, fucking again, she pulls back. And this time, her eyes narrow as her lips purse tightly in anger.
“Hang on,” she hisses. “What did you just say? Reports can be changed?”
I shrug. “They can.”
Her mouth purses even tighter, and I see a rage begin to swell behind her scowl.
“You know what?” she hisses through clenched teeth. “I’ve met some fucked up men,” she growls. “But this is a new low.”
I frown. “Hold on—”
“So, that’s what all of this is about? For me to lie to the cops for you?” She hisses. “Do I look that fucking stupid?”
Fuck. It’s not, at all, but I suddenly see it from her perspective, and I hiss to myself. Shit.
“Hang on,” I growl. “Wait, Aria—”
“It’s Doctor Linetti,” she hisses back, rage on her face as her nose wrinkles. “And you’ll be getting a new doctor now.”
I growl. “You’re mistaken—”
“No, you’re mistaken,” she spits, stepping back from me and yanking her white coat tight around herself. She glares at me, her mouth tight and small.
“Don’t ever try and kiss me or touch me again, Mr. Corbin.”
She whirls, storms away, and slams the door shut behind her. I groan as I drop back against the bed.
Well, fuck.
Slowly, I bring my hand to my mouth, and my lips wrap around the finger that was just stroking in and out of her pretty little cunt. I groan at the heavenly taste of her honey, and my cock throbs as precum drips liberally from the swollen head against my thigh.
She’s not getting away from me that easily. Not even fucking close.
Chapter Five
Aria
“Mr. Klein, we talked about this last time, remember?”
Embarrassing things—medically embarrassing things, I mean—happen. I mean, they just do, especially when people start experimenting with, uh, things, and their butts.
…Yeah.
I’ve worked in the ER for years now, and believe me, I’ve seen it all up there—hairbrush handles, bananas, sharpie markers, beer bottles. If you can look around your immediate setting and see something even vaguely phallic shaped, believe me that somewhere, someone has tried putting it up their ass because they got curious.