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“Of fucking course I am. He tried to let his friend fuck me in exchange for money to solve his gambling debt. And guess what, he’d have done it again if it had been successful. He didn’t give a fuck about me. I have every damn right to hate him for that. I hope he’s spending eternity being tortured in hell for his sins.” I was close to screaming at this point, my voice shaking and angry.
“I’m detecting a lot of suppressed anger here,” he replied with wide eyes. His tone was disproving, like I was in the wrong.
He was a fucking nutcase and that was saying something coming from me. I couldn’t exactly see myself, but even I wasn’t good enough at hiding expressions to not show my utter disgust and disbelief at this man’s words.
“Oh, it’s not suppressed at all,” I promised him. “I’m not shy about it.”
“Perhaps we should move our focus to your life after him,” he hedged, nervously glancing at the clock.
“With my abusive, zealot grandmother?” I deadpanned. “The one who tied me up in a basement and lied to the bishop so I’d be forced to undergo an exorcism... for days… until I could escape? That one?”
He slammed his notebook shut and glared at me. Even as he feigned his anger, I could see the discomfort in the way he shifted in his chair. “I can’t help you if you are unwilling to be serious.”
Dr. Bradley stood up and power walked from the room, leaving me alone in one of the numerous counseling rooms on the first floor.
“If that man’s a psychiatrist, then I’m fucking sane,” I grumbled to myself. The cold feeling ran down my spine and I sighed at the interruption.
“You are not sane,” Monty countered, unhelpfully in my opinion. “But neither is he.”
The words had me glancing up at him. He was sprawled out on the desk, head propped on his hand, and one knee bent while the other outstretched. It was likely meant to be seductive, but he’d already piqued my interest.
“He’s not?” I asked, fishing for more information when he refused to keep going. “What do you know?”
“Nothing,” Monty promised. It was an obvious lie. His chuckle confirmed that and had me standing up and walking away.
“You know, I liked you better before I came here,” I said sadly. “Now you’re just an unhelpful dick.”
His quick response had my hand freezing just over the doorknob.
“Monster. Not dick. Though, I do have one of those, too, if you’d like to see it?” he promised, gesturing down. And like the idiot I was, I tracked the movement, letting out a choked gasp as his shadow-covered erection jutted from his body. His shadows had fallen away so I was forced to focus in on it.
My mouth went dry at the sheer size of him, and it took everything in me not to reach for him, to touch it, to let him fuck away the frustration this session caused. That knot would go a long way right now.
His massive cock grew at my attention, and if not for him speaking again, I’d likely have finally found the courage to act on my impulse.
“I also dealt with that little problem. Don’t worry, no one will touch you here again.”
I froze at his words, studying my monster to see if he was lying. It was impossible to tell. Then again, Monty never lied. Teased and spoke in circles sometimes? Yes. Lied outright. No.
At least as far as I knew.
“What did you do? Is he dead?”
“Sadly, no,” he said and it sounded as if he meant it. “I’d have loved to burn him alive, letting the flames gradually spread over his body as he screamed for mercy that wouldn’t come until he passed out from the pain of his flesh melting off.”
“Um, gross.” I laughed, though I couldn’t argue it would have been a relief for the man to be gone for good.
“I meant what I said, Harlow,” he whispered as he walked over and put his hands on my cheeks. Monty was always careful not to touch me often, if at all.
He felt oddly solid at the moment. Cold, but corporeal. A shiver ran down my spine, a mix of lust and confusion as his stormy scent washed over me.
“About what?” I asked, my voice unintentionally husky.
Having him this close made it hard to breathe. I’d missed him. He’d been my only friend and protector even before the hallucinations amped up.
His presence felt too vivid inside Dark Haven, too real to deny.
“That I’m no guardian angel. I can’t always be here to save you, but I will punish those who wrong you and intervene when I can. He’s been... warned.” His smirk clued me in to what his warning meant. Pain. But even with the excitement of the pain he’d caused, I could read the emotion in his words.
